Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Divine King Taiyi

Zhang Yang was astonished.

The Hellhound was torn apart and on the verge of exploding, yet it refused to die.

Its head had been severed, and still, it wouldn’t perish.

The Hellhound’s cracked and broken skull somehow remained alive.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was certain—this was a creature from the true underworld, not something of the surface world.

Such a being had to be completely annihilated.

He launched another attack.

A corner of his clothing was torn.

The Hellhound’s head flew off with a piercing howl.

Whoosh!

At the same time, the Crimson Sun Divine Rod came into play. Zhang Yang unleashed a small portion of his Diamond Dragon Holy Power, pouring it into the weapon as he struck down.

Once known as the Thousand Wolves Pillar, the Crimson Sun Divine Rod now weighed an astonishing ninety-nine thousand pounds—its sheer mass was, in some ways, more terrifying than that of certain holy weapons.

Combined with Zhang Yang’s immense strength, this was a killing blow.

Crack!

The repeatedly battered Hellhound’s head exploded on the spot.

But that wasn’t enough. Fierce Baxiang Divine Fire surged from his body, incinerating the shattered bones.

Knowing how difficult it was to kill the Hellhound, he ensured that not even a trace remained. He burned it completely to ashes, leaving no chance for its revival.

The Hellhound’s skull had endured too much destruction. Under normal circumstances, it might have resisted the Baxiang Divine Fire, but now, it was impossible. It quickly turned to dust.

Just as Zhang Yang let out a sigh of relief, he sensed something amiss.

He looked down.

The droplets of blood spilled during the battle were being drawn away by some unseen force.

Following the direction of the blood flow, his gaze landed on a floating holy mountain. Lush with trees, one side of the mountain featured a sheer, smooth cliff—as if it had been sliced cleanly by a sword.

On this smooth rock face, an image of a white-haired youth was carved.

Then, suddenly, the figure’s eyes lit up, absorbing Zhang Yang’s blood.

This action instantly stirred his bloodline, sending a wave of danger coursing through his veins.

Boom!

The remnants of the Shattered Heavenly Realm within his bloodline reawakened.

A terrifying power erupted, cutting off the absorption.

The white-haired youth on the mountainside seemed to sense the existence of the Shattered Heavenly Realm.

Suddenly, he stepped out of the rock face.

A mere painting turned into a real, flesh-and-blood entity—a fearsome saint.

Crack!

As the white-haired saint emerged, the holy mountain shattered.

Zhang Yang was stunned by the bizarre sight.

He dared not stay—he turned and fled in panic.

The white-haired saint looked at him, prepared to chase, but the crumbling holy mountain trembled and unleashed a terrifying force, enveloping him once more, restraining his pursuit.

Zhang Yang didn’t hesitate.

He had only one thought: run!

He had to escape.

Activating the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers, he relied on the radiant glow of the white bamboo leaves Shui Lianyi had given him. The divine light on his forehead shielded him, negating the effects of Holy Might, holy power, holy light, Holy Intention, and other overwhelming forces, allowing him to escape swiftly.

Whoosh!

As he fled, the white bamboo leaves trembled slightly—a warning of imminent danger.

He stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Zoom!

A streak of purple light shot past his face, barely grazing the tip of his nose.

The sheer terror of this attack surpassed anything he had faced before.

The white bamboo leaves remained on high alert.

Zhang Yang’s eyes twitched.

The light turned out to be a single strand of purple hair.

A single hair—yet it carried the sharpness of an unparalleled holy sword, surpassing many sacred weapons and treasures.

What kind of terrifying power was this?

Slowly, he turned his gaze toward the source of the attack.

In the far distance, along the horizon, he saw a battle.

A group of saints—nearly twenty of them—were attacking a young man with purple hair.

He looked remarkably young, only in his twenties.

Yet, the star mark on his forehead made Zhang Yang’s heart pound violently.

God King Taiyi!

He truly looked like this.

The unmatched saint from a thousand years ago—appearing as a young man in his prime.

He was absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.

The surrounding space collapsed under his power, causing the twenty saints attacking him to begin cracking apart.

The most terrifying part?

Even amidst this battle, God King Taiyi’s gaze was locked onto Zhang Yang.

From afar, amidst the swirling, crystalline purple strands of hair, one was aimed directly at him.

It wanted to kill him!

At that moment, Zhang Yang understood.

Shui Lianyi’s earlier suspicions were correct.

This terrifying God King Taiyi had been interfering with Shui Lianyi’s activities outside. Now, he had locked onto Zhang Yang—Shui Lianyi’s agent—intending to eliminate him as a warning.

A warning to Shui Lianyi.

A demonstration of his invincibility.

Zhang Yang felt a chilling sense of doom.

Locked onto by God King Taiyi—he would never escape!

He continued running forward at full speed, but as he ran, he swung his Crimson Sun Divine Rod back and forth.

The holy weapons hovering in the air were all knocked aside, sent hurtling toward God King Taiyi.

Whether or not those weapons could unleash their power didn’t matter—unleashing them all at once was the right choice.

Buzz!

Suddenly, God King Taiyi’s purple hair flew up, growing at an alarming rate. It pierced through the incoming holy weapons and struck at the saints. At the same time, Zhang Yang surged forward from behind God King Taiyi.

"No matter who you were in the past—if you want to kill me, then I will kill you!"

His mind had snapped.

Since he was locked on and had no way to escape, he would fight.

Even if he was doomed to die, he would battle until his last breath.

In that moment, he had only one thought: fight!

Whoosh!

Leaping into the air, he hurled a broken holy spear with all his strength, aiming straight for God King Taiyi’s heart.

It was clear that God King Taiyi was in a weakened state.

Even though he could sweep away over twenty saints with a single wave of his hand, he was still constrained by a strange force. It made his movements sluggish, as if he were sinking into a swamp—only his purple hair remained unrestrained, flowing freely.

This was the only reason Zhang Yang dared to fight.

The broken holy spear struck God King Taiyi’s chest, but in that instant, a strand of purple hair fell, wrapping perfectly around the spear.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang, still in mid-leap, swung his Crimson Sun Divine Rod downward, aiming for God King Taiyi’s forehead.

Once again, he poured every ounce of his remaining power into the strike.

Whoosh!

The already fractured void shattered further.

Cracks exploded through the air.

The terrifying Crimson Sun Divine Rod closed in.

Whoosh!

A single strand of purple hair shot out—radiating pure disdain.

Clang!

The purple hair struck the Crimson Sun Divine Rod, sending it flying backward. A shockwave tore through Zhang Yang’s body, cracking his bones and churning his insides. He felt as if he might vomit blood.

The purple hair then swiftly coiled around the Crimson Sun Divine Rod, trapping it.

God King Taiyi looked up at him, still resisting the mysterious force restraining him. Even under such conditions, he treated Zhang Yang as nothing more than an insect.

In that moment, Zhang Yang’s fury ignited.

Other holy weapons could be discarded, but the Crimson Sun Divine Rod was his most cherished boundless artifact. Even though it had yet to evolve into a true holy weapon, he could not bear to part with it.

Consumed by rage, he went wild.

Reaching into his storage bag, he pulled out an object glowing with a faint green light. Without hesitation, he swung it and hurled it toward God King Taiyi.

It was the green mountain—the very one that had once been suppressed by the ghostly coffin, as if it were alive!