Chapter 194

Chapter 194: You Can Kill Me with Your Soul Power Martial Arts Techniques

The stunning Yaoruoxian blinked, her crystal-clear eyes reflecting Zhang Yang.

Yet, what she saw in him wasn’t the Mighty Battle God.

Instead, in her vision, Zhang Yang had transformed into a blood demon with devilish horns, grinning wickedly as he offered her sweets while claiming to be an angel.

"Mighty Battle God, do not make me see you as a con artist," Yaoruoxian said lightly.

Zhang Yang twitched at the corner of his mouth.

This little beauty even knew about that?

Yaoruoxian proudly tilted her head, the Immortal Light around her beginning to swirl and dance. With confidence, she declared, "I know I am invincible, but I never underestimate any opponent. Against someone like you, I will study you thoroughly. That is why I am destined to be undefeated in my lifetime."

Zhang Yang’s lips twitched—this woman was too arrogant!

He had seen plenty of prideful people.

Take Bing Yuyan, for instance—her beauty overwhelmed all who beheld her, and she was accustomed to admiration. Deep down, she remained relatively simple, with a hidden charm yet to be fully discovered.

Then there was Qiu Yinong, who carried an innate elegance. Both stunning and unmatched with her sword, she had cultivated her pride over time, embodying the belief that pride dictated life and death. Thus, in the Southern Region, people spoke of her as the Golden Cauldron Qiu Yinong, a woman of unparalleled grace and an unshakable spirit.

As for Kou Nanlong, the Dragon of the Southern Region, he had been wild beyond compare, building an unstoppable reputation through sheer force—until his own arrogance led to his downfall.

But Yaoruoxian was different.

Her superiority felt innate, as if she had been born to see the Southern Region—no, the entire world—as insignificant. Her pride ran deeper than mere confidence; it was a chilling, soul-deep disregard for life.

Ironically, that very arrogance ignited a murderous intent within Zhang Yang’s otherwise peaceful heart.

Because she resembled the Seventh Prince too much.

They were alike in many ways.

The difference was that the Seventh Prince was real—fiercer, more ruthless, more inhumane.

Yaoruoxian’s celestial demeanor, on the other hand, felt somewhat illusory, as if she existed above mortal struggles. She would not indulge in senseless slaughter, yet she regarded life with utter contempt. If achieving her goals required burying countless lives, she would not hesitate.

This was Yaoruoxian.

"I suddenly want to kill you," Zhang Yang whispered.

A charming smile curled at the corners of Yaoruoxian’s lips. "You are the first person brave enough to speak to me like this. You intrigue me."

That smile, that voice—both failed to conceal the innate arrogance with which she overlooked everything.

Zhang Yang smiled back. "I’ve heard it all before. Random people jump out saying they want to kill me, and I’ve dealt with all of them—saints included."

"Are you trying to intimidate me by saying you’ve killed saints?" Yaoruoxian’s smile grew even more enchanting. "Do you not realize that, in my eyes, saints are also… ants?"

Zhang Yang fell into silence.

Yaoruoxian continued, "I am destined to become an immortal. Below the celestial realm, saints are mere ants."

She stepped closer.

Within five meters of Zhang Yang, her tone was relaxed as she said, "To die at the hands of someone destined for immortality is an honor for you."

"The fact that you lured me out personally to kill you—you should be proud. You can die without regrets."

"Now, tell me how you want to die."

This was not mere arrogance.

It was an overwhelming pride that teetered on the edge of madness. But the truth was—she believed it.

Zhang Yang said seriously, "I want you to kill me with your greatest strength. No secret techniques, no spells. That would be too boring."

"Alright, I will grant your wish."

The moment her last word left her lips, it still lingered in the wind as she vanished—reappearing directly in front of Zhang Yang.

Her fair hand, as white as jade, reached out.

Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing an enchanting face that radiated ethereal beauty. Yet, with a single motion, she stirred the very air, unleashing a force that sent tremors through the surroundings.

She had employed soul power martial arts techniques.

This pride was ingrained in her very soul.

Compared to this, Qiu Yinong’s cultivated arrogance paled.

Zhang Yang raised his fist and threw a punch.

He would not hold back.

He would shatter Yaoruoxian’s pride, grind it beneath his heel, and bring her crashing down to earth.

For she had provoked him, just as the Seventh Prince once had.

He loathed—despised—all forms of arrogance.

Even Bing Yuyan, his own ally, had been reduced to secretly addressing him as "Master" after experiencing his power.

Even Qiu Yinong had been humiliated, driven to the brink of madness after every encounter.

Even Kou Nanlong had met his end.

And even the Seventh Prince had been forced to flee in panic every time they clashed.

Now, it was Yaoruoxian’s turn.

Nine Divine Powers!

At that moment, he too felt a surge of pride.

You suppress your realm? Fine. Then I won’t use my full strength.

I will wield the Nine Divine Powers, excluding the Ultimate Baxiang Power and the Soul Binding Power.

Bang!

Fist met palm.

Raw power clashed with grace.

Brutality collided with elegance.

Two forms of beauty crashed, unleashing tremendous power.

With a single strike—both were shaken.

Zhang Yang’s shoulder quivered slightly.

Yaoruoxian, like a leaf caught in a great wind, was swept off her feet, sent flying over ten meters before landing on a rock.

Her curvaceous form was breathtaking, her delicate face a portrait of shock.

Astonishment flickered in her stark black-and-white eyes.

She bit down on her snow-white, jade-like lips, trying to maintain her composure—but ultimately failed.

A thin streak of crimson blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, stark against her ivory complexion.

Her hair, like a waterfall, danced wildly as her aura surged.

If before she had been a proud beauty stepping out from a secluded valley, now she resembled a Demoness whose pride had been shattered, her wild nature teetering on the edge of eruption.

"Are you unprepared? Shall we fight at a different realm?" Zhang Yang taunted.

Yaoruoxian’s eyes gleamed with a captivating light, yet she remained composed. "I have never faced an opponent like you before. You excite me."

Even now, her pride remained unbroken.

But when she struck again, Zhang Yang couldn’t help but sneer, for she had lifted a layer of her realm’s suppression, returning to Touching Heaven realm, level three.

"Where’s your pride? You can’t even dare to fight at the same realm after just one punch from me?" Zhang Yang mocked. "Aren’t you the one who boasts about being undefeated your whole life? Do you intend to rely on your realm advantage?"

Each of his words struck Yaoruoxian’s heart like powerful blows.

Pride?

I will trample your pride beneath my feet, shattering it completely. I will make you proud!

Outsiders could never understand the depth of his obsession.

He continued to unleash the Nine Divine Powers.

As Yaoruoxian struck again, her attack carried the same strength, but now infused with a terrifying secret technique—her hand radiating an extreme Demon Intent, as if a Demon Saint itself had descended to strike.

Bang!

It was a simple collision.

Zhang Yang grunted and took half a step back.

Yaoruoxian, however, was once again sent flying, landing on the same rock where she had just stood.

Her delicate face reflected disbelief, blood once more trickling from the corner of her mouth. She was truly shaken—this completely defied her previous understanding of strength.

"Wow, you’re impressive. You actually managed to push me back a little." Zhang Yang smirked. "I thought after the Seventh Prince, no one else could do that. Alright, even considering your minor realm advantage, that’s still commendable."

His casual thumbs-up made Yaoruoxian’s expression twist into one of humiliation, anger, and frustration.

"I’ll kill you!"

She finally lost control.

With a surge of energy, her realm ascended to Touching Heaven realm, level four.

No more holding back.

She unleashed a full-force attack, directly employing her most powerful secret technique.

"All conditional methods are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; they are impossible!"

Light swirled around her as she activated a technique nearing the Saints’ laws.

Impossible!

All methods returned to nothingness.

Zhang Yang’s Nine Extremes True Essence trembled under the overwhelming force, rapidly weakening him.

Floating above him like a celestial being on the clouds, Yaoruoxian looked down and whispered, "Under the realm of impossibility, everything returns to nothing. In my eyes, you are nothing but an ant!"