Chapter 73
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Chapter 73: The First Function of the Thousand Wolves Pillar
Since reaching Level Seven of the Returning to Origin Realm, Zhang Yang had thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of overpowering the weak.
Even the power gathered by Ghost King Youye through the Ghost Domain Sealing Technique had been easily shattered by him.
To be honest, Zhang Yang had not encountered anyone worthy of a true battle.
Though leaving the Vast Forest was another matter entirely, within it, he had truly felt invincible.
Now, after stepping into Level Eight of the Returning to Origin Realm, he was even further ahead of others.
However, he never expected to encounter a rival.
When the Seventh Prince struck again, Zhang Yang immediately sensed the presence of a powerful expert of the same realm.
The Seventh Prince had also reached Level Eight of the Returning to Origin Realm!
This surprised him.
Hadn’t Chi Zhenyi said that only he could walk the path of immortality?
Why had the Seventh Prince suddenly undergone such a transformation?
Zhang Yang found it puzzling but did not dwell on it.
There was no need.
This was a time for fighting!
His strength came from real power, not merely the advantage of his realm.
Facing someone of equal strength only made things more exhilarating!
Nine divine powers surged forth.
Golden light radiated from his body, and the faint image of dragon scales appeared across his skin.
Around him, Baxiang Divine Fire roared, lightning rampaged, and icy winds howled, amplifying his might even further.
Boom!
The two powerful opponents collided once more.
The Seventh Prince grunted, blood streaming from his mouth and nose as he slid back more than ten meters before crashing into a phoenix tree. Even so, he was clearly much stronger than before.
Zhang Yang’s hair whipped wildly in the wind, his killing intent surging even more intensely as he bellowed,
“Mad dog! I don’t know why, but you disgust me even more!”
He felt an instinctive urge to tear the Seventh Prince apart, and even he found that strange.
Meanwhile, the Seventh Prince’s body continued to resonate with power, crazily absorbing the bloodthirsty energy around him. He had yet to fully stabilize.
But repeated injuries only made him more frenzied.
His once-handsome face twisted into a grimace as he drew his sword, gripping the blade tightly with his left hand.
With a fierce slice across his palm, his blood flowed onto the sword, which quickly became tainted by shadows, revealing a dark landscape pattern across its surface.
Letting out a crazed howl, he launched a counterattack with the sword.
Zhang Yang’s killing intent only intensified, making him even more ferocious.
Roaring, he charged forward once again.
The Nine Divine Powers erupted with full force.
As for holding back or testing his opponent?
Sorry! Not going to happen!
In a certain sense, he had been quite naive when it came to martial arts.
In his mind, there was no need for elaborate calculations; fighting was simply about unleashing all one’s power to defeat the enemy.
From beginning to end, it had been an incredibly violent barrage of heavy punches.
You threw a fist? I threw a fist!
You used secret techniques? I used fists!
You wielded blades? I wielded fists!
Only fists mattered. Only strength mattered. Nothing else. Roaming the Vast Forest, who could withstand him?
As for the sharpness of blades, there was no need to think about it.
Diamond Dragon Divine Power was no joke; it came with built-in defense and shone with radiant light.
Clang!
The nine divine powers struck against the black battle sword.
Sparks flew.
Once again, the Seventh Prince was sent sliding backward, though this time only about five meters.
However, Zhang Yang’s attacks were relentless and unbroken.
He had only one intention: to fight!
The fists empowered by nine divine powers rained down like heavy drops of rain.
Clang! Clang! Clang…
The Seventh Prince’s dark battle sword danced wildly. He managed to block each strike, but every blow forced him to spit blood and stumble backward.
At first, he had been able to withstand a few attacks, but soon he was repeatedly forced back. Blood poured from his seven orifices, and his hands split open, bleeding from the cracks in his palms.
His arms creaked under the pressure, and his internal organs twisted and churned dangerously.
He was in a dire situation.
Such a frenzied assault quickly pushed the Seventh Prince to the brink of collapse.
Gritting his teeth, he felt uncontrollable rage bubbling up. How could he, a world-destroying demon, not withstand this?
Was Zhang Yang even human?
His power seemed endless. The nine divine powers continued to bombard him without showing the slightest sign of depletion.
The problem was, Zhang Yang was consuming himself heavily to sustain it.
"Where are my men? Surround him and take him down!"
At last, the Seventh Prince chose to call for help.
This Demon Slayer Team leader, proud to the bone and always looking down on others, was finally forced to lower his head. For him, it was a monumental disgrace—the greatest humiliation of his life. In his rage, he wished for nothing more than to tear Zhang Yang apart.
In the blink of an eye, thousands surged forward.
The Demon Slayer Team, nearly one hundred thousand strong, began charging in. No matter how powerful the people from the Vast Forest were, such overwhelming numbers created a difference too great to resist.
The reason no one had helped before was out of fear.
The Seventh Prince’s pride was so extreme that he considered anyone who dared to assist him a greater offense than killing him. He would retaliate even against those who helped.
That was why being forced to call for help added to his humiliation.
Being beaten so severely that he needed assistance—especially from someone of the same realm—drove him mad with shame.
Seeing three to five thousand people rushing in, all formidable experts, Zhang Yang laughed.
"You’re all so focused on killing this mad dog that you’ve forgotten about your numbers."
He retrieved his weapon from the storage bag.
Thousand Wolves Pillar!
One meter wide and ten meters long, nearly the height of a four-story building—anyone standing before it seemed insignificant.
The people around him charged wildly, completely unafraid.
Zhang Yang stroked the Thousand Wolves Pillar and murmured,
"Finally, it’s time for this peerless artifact to shine."
The Thousand Wolves Pillar had absorbed the divine wolf pattern from the peak of Wolf God Mountain, making it perfectly complete and allowing Zhang Yang to sense two great abilities within it.
Now, he prepared to activate the first ability.
That ability was… Thousand Wolves!
He harnessed Cang Wolf Power, channeling energy from his palm into the Thousand Wolves Pillar.
In the next moment, wolf howls shook the sky.
The thousands of tiny wolves carved into the Thousand Wolves Pillar began to glow. Their bodies seemed to strain against the stone, their mouths opening to reveal sharp teeth as they roared.
"Thousand Wolves Kill!"
Zhang Yang shouted.
Thousands of stone wolves suddenly leaped down from the Thousand Wolves Pillar.
Though they had appeared small from above, once they hit the ground, they instantly grew to over two meters in height. With razor-sharp claws and incredible speed, they attacked everything in sight.
What was most terrifying was that the combat power of these wolves was beyond imagination.
Looking back at the Thousand Wolves Pillar, Zhang Yang saw that it was rapidly shrinking as it poured its energy into the wolves. In moments, it became a rod the width of a teacup’s opening and about two meters long.
The thousands of stone wolves wreaked havoc, forcing the three to five thousand attackers to retreat and once again clearing enough space for Zhang Yang to fight.
Gripping the rod, Zhang Yang stepped closer to the Seventh Prince.
The rod weighed eighteen thousand pounds.
This was a divine rod, a boundless artifact.
"Come on. Let me see how many moves you can take from me."
Zhang Yang’s pace quickened, the nine divine powers surging as the divine rod dragged along the ground while he prepared to swing it.
The eighteen-thousand-pound divine rod significantly enhanced Zhang Yang’s power.
The Seventh Prince watched in astonishment.
He was well-versed in countless treasures but had never imagined such a peculiar artifact could exist.
Was this not the equivalent of an army of thousands?
Zhang Yang understood even more. These wolves were extremely special. After dying in battle, they would transform into beams of light and return to restore the Thousand Wolves Pillar. As long as there were enough spirit stones, they could quickly regenerate and fight again.
One could say this was an immortal army.
Zhang Yang coldly stared at the Seventh Prince and said in a chilling voice, "Now, no one can save you. You can go die!"
With a single step that spanned mountains and rivers, he suddenly appeared before the Seventh Prince, violently swinging the two-meter-long rod.
With the nine divine powers enhancing the eighteen-thousand-pound divine rod, it created an explosive sound as it tore through the air, the terrifying sight causing the Seventh Prince’s expression to change.
Zhang Yang’s combat style was brutally straightforward.
Without a weapon, he used his fists.
With the rod, he smashed.
Absolute power, absolute speed. Regardless of techniques, secret laws, forbidden arts, or anything else—he crushed them all.
With unimaginable speed and force, the rod crashed down violently.
The Seventh Prince still managed to counterattack, his black battle sword flashing with cold, dark light, slashing through the air like black lightning, aiming directly at the divine rod.
He intended to strike the rod’s weak point, knowing its strongest force lay at its tip.
But even that supposed weak point held a power he could not withstand. The black battle sword bent under the immense force, and the power from the rod’s tip surged forward with a fierce wind, bearing down on the Seventh Prince.
