726: Chapter 75 Mourning Snow 726: Chapter 75 Mourning Snow Wu Zhexian is the youngest Yang God in Great Chu.
After the Battle of Poison ended, an unprecedented golden age was supposed to dawn.
However, fortune remained desolate, despite the emergence of a new generation of prodigies like Xie Xuanyi, Tang Fengshu, and Chen Jingxuan.
Yet, so far, there hasn’t been any news of anyone breaking through…
Perhaps, there truly is a thing called destiny in this world.
If one is born in the wrong era, no matter how much effort is made, it’s all in vain.
Those who firmly believe in cause and effect, they’re not just Lu Yuzhen.
The Crown Prince of Li Kingdom, Nalan Xuance, Chen Jingxuan…
However, martial artists are the exception.
Whether it’s the one from Wangyou Island, the Qin Ancestor, or Wu Zhexian, their “way of proving the Dao” is very special.
To achieve the Martial Arts Saint Body, one must endure countless hardships; the pain of flesh and blood is just the most insignificant.
Every Yang God Warrior is a Life Changer who breaks through destiny with their fists.
Just a single word, yet it can suppress the three thousand Daos in the river of the Great Dao.
Wu Zhexian’s Heart Lake was unprecedentedly calm at this moment.
He knew that this might be the last opportunity.
If he didn’t leave the “White Paper Barrier” now, it wouldn’t be so easy to leave later.
He wanted to try one more time.
“After confronting Zhao Chunyang in the Imperial City, I realized a new insight into martial arts.”
Wu Zhexian softly conveyed: “I think…
I might have a chance to kill the Paper Taoist here.”
“Do you know what you’re saying?”
Ye Ancestor frowned and said, “That Lu Yuzhen at least is in the Seventh Realm of Yang God.”
A Yang God Warrior with a Martial Arts Saint Body is incredibly good at combat.
In close-quarters combat, they are not afraid even when facing higher realm Mountain Peak Cultivators.
In this battle, Wu Zhexian’s indomitable courage was on full display.
With the Fourth Realm of Yang God, he fought fiercely against Lu Yuzhen without falling behind.
If not for the “Undying Spring,” he might have really had a chance to gain the upper hand ——
He recalled that day in the distant suburbs of the Imperial City.
That day, Zhao Chunyang broke through the void and approached, delivering only one punch to him.
Wu Zhexian of course knew that Zhao Chunyang’s realm far surpassed his…
but martial artists never retreat, so he hadn’t retreated a single step, choosing to take Zhao Chunyang’s punch head-on.
This Sect Leader of Da Sui Sword Palace didn’t bully the juniors either.
Zhao Chunyang actually quite appreciated Wu Zhexian.
That punch didn’t employ too many means.
He only used the “Great Dao Intent.”
Wu Zhexian would forever remember the moment he was hit by Zhao Chunyang, enveloped by an aura like the “Blazing Sun.”
As a Yang God Warrior himself, like a paper-crafted model, his Sacred Body was instantly shattered by the Dao Realm of the Great Dao!
Zhao Chunyang’s fist contained the purest war intent!
This wisp of war intent gave Wu Zhexian immense shock, and this encounter was more of a blessing than a reprimand.
Wu Zhexian returned to the Imperial City, went into seclusion to recuperate, and repeatedly pondered over Zhao Chunyang’s Taoist Intent, reaping great rewards.
He was very certain that if Zhao Chunyang of the Fourth Realm of Yang God were here today, this battle would definitely not fall out of favor!
“I know Lu Yuzhen’s cultivation is higher than mine…
Wu Zhexian’s voice gradually turned cold and decisive as he said, “As long as I can successfully deliver this punch, then even the Seventh Realm of Yang God must kneel!”
Ye Ancestor was shocked by this answer, left speechless.
He knew this youngest Yang God Warrior of Great Chu was extremely stubborn, but he didn’t expect him to be this stubborn.
“Lu Yuzhen has the ‘Undying Spring’.
Wu Zhexian had already made up his mind, and he no longer hesitated, quickly conveying, “This strike…
I won’t give him a chance.
Ye Ancestor, please act as my protector and hold down the Pure White Saint.”
Ye Ancestor responded and raised his sword to the sky.
The Pure White Saint only thought Ye Ancestor wanted to escape the White Paper Barrier and ascended together with him.
The entire desolate land became a pure battlefield for Wu Zhexian and Lu Yuzhen alone.
Wu Zhexian took a deep breath.
Without any warning, the Martial Arts Saint Body, burning like golden flames, suddenly began to withdraw its aura.
The countless rays of Holy Light cast by the brilliant Blazing Sun began to contract ——
On the desolate land, Wu Zhexian looked even more like the sun compared to before.
Within a hundred feet, countless golden beams spread with him at the center.
Lu Yuzhen, who had the upper hand, suddenly felt a tinge of unease in his heart.
He retreated a step, flicking his sleeve.
Countless paper snowflakes fell from the Heavenly Peak, aiming to stab at Wu Zhexian.
This type of attack would usually be blocked by the Holy Light, but at this moment…
the Holy Light was extremely retracted, even the layer covering the surface of the skin was absorbed into Wu Zhexian’s lungs.
Hence, these paper snowflakes smoothly pierced into the Martial Arts Saint Body, yet the rock-like Wu Zhexian didn’t emit a sound, over ninety percent of the paper snowflakes were incinerated by high temperatures upon piercing the Saint Body ——
However, dozens of paper snowflakes, like feathers, distinctly embedded in Wu Zhexian’s shoulders, spine, and arms.
This rock that had withdrawn its golden radiance was, in an instant, covered with arrowheads.
Yet, the unease in Lu Yuzhen’s heart did not cease in the slightest.
He continued to retreat and fixated his stare on the peculiar man in the state of “deathly silence,” taking blows without fighting back.
Wu Zhexian suddenly opened his eyes.
The pair of black pupils transformed into the purest golden radiance at this moment.
Fierce flames burned in Wu Zhexian’s eyes.
With a single step, he instantly appeared in front of Lu Yuzhen; this wasn’t teleportation, nor was it void-breaking, but a tangible “stride forward.” It was merely too fast for Divine Thought to capture.
Wu Zhexian’s clothes created an explosive sound, and after he landed and became visible, the ground erupted into a massive chasm.
Lu Yuzhen lowered his head in shock and disbelief at what lay before him.
Wu Zhexian’s speed had surpassed his Divine Thought’s sensing range; even within his constructed White Paper Cave Heaven, there was still no way to foresee or evade.