Chapter 144
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Chapter 144: The Will of Heaven, Irresistible! The Fall of the Saint
There had been three Saint’s Papers.
Zhang Yang had already used one against the Trapped Dragon Pavilion—a paper designed for large-scale attacks—leaving him with two.
This time, he decided to use them both.
His plan was simple: to unsettle Liu Yinhua’s mind, exploiting the vulnerability of someone who had only achieved sagehood three years prior. By causing Liu Yinhua’s focus to waver, an opportunity to strike would inevitably arise.
Furthermore, Lou Pingfan would never suspect a thing.
The Saint’s Paper would serve as an unexpected and decisive tool.
In this vast world, saints were not difficult to find, but Saint’s Paper was exceedingly rare—its quantity incredibly scarce.
Zhang Yang intended to replicate the strategy he had used at the Trapped Dragon Pavilion to eliminate the Great Boundless cultivator. He wanted his opponent to underestimate him, allowing their arrogance to grow unchecked—creating the perfect moment to strike.
Lou Pingfan, the Seventh Prince of the Great Boundless, far surpassed Zhang Yang in cultivation. His speed in activating the Saint’s Paper, his timing, and the sheer explosive force he could unleash all exceeded Zhang Yang’s capabilities.
Thus, when the power of the Saint’s Paper erupted, the five-meter distance between them was practically meaningless.
At that moment, something unforeseen happened—something beyond even Zhang Yang’s expectations.
A saint’s power was not something he could fully comprehend at his current level.
Even though Liu Yinhua had only recently achieved sagehood, was careless, overconfident, and completely unprepared—he still sensed the lethal strike the moment it was launched.
In a burst of fury, he swung his fist.
The attack was so sudden that he didn’t even have time to draw his holy weapon.
The strike carried the full force of holy might.
In an instant, the void beneath his fist shattered, scattering countless fragments. Below, Lou Pingfan felt as though the heavens and earth were collapsing, all life withering, and the apocalypse descending upon him.
Lou Pingfan was a prodigy, and his martial arts realm was close to that of a saint, but facing even a newly ascended saint, he felt like an ant confronting a tiger—utterly outmatched, with no strength to resist.
Bang!
The terrifying punch, infused with boundless purple energy and radiant light, directly shattered the power of one Saint’s Paper.
And that was the problem.
The power of the Saint’s Paper originated from an established saint’s strength. Even Liu Yinhua, at his current level, could barely withstand it. Yet, Lou Pingfan had managed to unleash its full, terrifying potential.
When Liu Yinhua’s punch obliterated the holy light, his hand also shattered. Holy blood sprayed into the air. The bones in his arm cracked loudly, and his body staggered from the impact.
At that moment—the killing intent surged.
The second Saint’s Paper activated at the same time—but from a different direction.
The attack bypassed Liu Yinhua’s already injured arm, piercing through the fractured void and striking him directly in the abdomen.
Boom!
A perfect penetration.
The power, nurtured by the holy light, erupted violently, threatening to obliterate Liu Yinhua’s body.
“Saintly Concealment, Steady the Universe!” Liu Yinhua roared.
The holy light within him boiled and surged, desperately gathering toward his abdomen.
In his lower abdomen—in his *dantian!
[*vital energy center located in the lower abdomen in many Eastern martial arts and cultivation systems.]
Though the attack had not struck directly, the residual force was far more devastating than it appeared.
Even so, Liu Yinhua’s rage only grew.
“Traitor, I will annihilate your entire family!” he bellowed.
Raising one hand, he reached toward the sky—as if to grasp the heavens themselves.
Close by, Lou Pingfan remained kneeling on one knee, unable to stand under the overwhelming holy might that pressed down on him—let alone resist.
To him, the holy hand descending from the sky truly felt like a mountain crashing down.
And in that moment, despair took hold.
He had always known that saints stood above the clouds, that beneath a saint, all were but ants.
But knowing it and experiencing it firsthand were entirely different things.
Now, facing the wrath of a saint—he finally understood the true weight of those words.
A saint’s majesty was inviolable.
When a saint raged, rivers of blood would flow.
Liu Yinhua’s holy might surged, suppressing an area spanning a thousand miles. Even Mo City, over a hundred miles away, trembled violently. Countless people felt as if they were caught in the depths of a massive earthquake, utterly unable to move.
This was the power of a saint.
Yet…
The hand that covered the sky suddenly transformed—into a broken, severed hand.
A dazzling streak of blade light slashed across the horizon, dimming the Daybreak Sun and making the world feel as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning.
It cut through the holy hand.
At the moment when pain, shock, and terror surged through Liu Yinhua, that formidable streak of light erupted with boundless holy intent, releasing a chilling might. It was as if the blade had coalesced the will of heaven itself. Fear gripped him, and almost instinctively, he let out a roar. A wisp of purple light flickered between his brows, and a large seal—crafted from what appeared to be purple crystal—flew out.
This was a holy weapon, the Purple Crystal Holy Seal!
Liu Yinhua intended to use it to block this unmatched strike.
But then, a disdainful scoff echoed in his ears.
“The will of heaven is like a blade!”
A blade that carried the will of heaven—who would dare to defy it?
The Broken Holy Blade slashed through the haze, as if a vague celestial manifestation had appeared above it. With extraordinary, overwhelming force, it crashed against the Purple Crystal Holy Seal.
The holy seal trembled violently and was sent flying sideways.
Yet the blade, though momentarily shaken, continued to surge forward like an unstoppable tide.
This was the difference in strength.
Liao Qingshan, also an early-stage saint, wielded the Broken Holy Blade with an overwhelming advantage, ensuring that even the Purple Crystal Holy Seal failed to leave a mark upon it.
In his hands, the Broken Holy Blade was no different from a true holy weapon, pressing forward with unstoppable force.
Liu Yinhua, furious, was forced to retreat as the boiling holy light in his chest coalesced into a massive, fierce tiger. With a deafening roar, it surged forward.
Crack!
The fierce tiger shattered.
As the blade passed, holy blood splattered, mingling with fragments of shattered holy bone.
Liu Yinhua was nearly torn apart.
But as a saint, he possessed a vast life force and vibrant vitality. His aura remained strong. The holy light around him surged, holy intent boiled, and holy power flowed through him. In an instant, he transformed into a streak of light—fleeing.
“The will of heaven cannot be defied!”
A voice resounded—Liao Qingshan’s, cold and absolute, as if he truly represented the will of heaven itself.
The void solidified.
This was his law.
Heavenly Intent Holy Method!
The calamity Liao Qingshan had once experienced had tempered his path injuries, granting him profound opportunities and allowing him to comprehend the Heavenly Intent Holy Method.
Saints forged their own laws, establishing their paths to ascend to immortality.
Over the years, Liao Qingshan had honed his law to a terrifying degree.
By contrast, Liu Yinhua had yet to establish his own law—how could he possibly compare?
The laws of saints manifested, and the universe was set.
In that fleeting moment, a blade fell.
And with it—Liu Yinhua’s rise came to an abrupt end.
A rising star of the Liu family, after proving the Path to Immortality and ascending to sainthood, had barely stepped out of his clan to forge his own holy law—only to be slaughtered at the very starting point.
The gap in strength between him and Liao Qingshan was painfully evident.
Both were early-stage saints, yet Liu Yinhua was utterly crushed.
Lou Pingfan watched as Liu Yinhua fell before that streak of light, emotions surging in his heart.
He had personally experienced what it was like to be an ant before a saint.
Now, he had witnessed the slaughter of a saint.
For the first time, an unprecedented desire burned within him.
He wanted to prove the Path to Immortality.
To achieve sagehood.
To break free from worldly ties.
To stand above the clouds.
To look down upon all beings.
Liao Qingshan took the Purple Crystal Holy Seal, erasing the saint’s mark within it, and claimed Liu Yinhua’s storage bag.
He was rather poor—this would make up for it.
He returned the Broken Holy Blade to the Great Boundless war statues.
The laws of saints were not bound by weapons, holy weapons merely reflected each saint’s preferences. Any holy weapon could serve as a vessel to amplify a saint’s law.
Thus, with the Purple Crystal Holy Seal in hand, Liao Qingshan’s power surged to even greater heights.
After the battle, Xue Feishuang, Yuluan, Liao Qingshan, Jia Tianhe, Jia Tianyang, Blood Asura, and the others returned to the Vast Forest. Lou Pingfan made his way back to the Liu family, while Jia Tianhao set off alone, refining his gift of chatter and searching for allies.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang arrived at Moonview Tower, where he found Yi Ren Zui still in shock. The fall of saints had painted the skies red with blood.
Yi Ren Zui had already analyzed the aftermath. She recalled Zhang Yang’s earlier playful remark about observing the heavens and foreseeing a great upheaval.
Now, she understood—he had been right all along.
A great event had indeed unfolded.
Without hesitation, she chose to leave.
Together with Zhang Yang, she set her sights on their next destination:
The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins!
As for the Southern Region…
It was destined to be shaken.
This time, Zhang Yang’s name would truly echo throughout the Southern Region!
