Checking in for 100,000 Years

Chapter 715: Chapter 715: Eight Gates Domain

In a vast sea of blood.

The Saint of Eight Extremes, who towered tens of thousands of feet tall, was abruptly sliced in two at the abdomen by a sharp blade of light.

SPLAT!

A tremendous amount of blood gushed out like a burst dam, staining half the sky red.

The Saint of Eight Extremes screamed, his two halves sent flying.

A deluge of blood rained down from the sky, merging into the sanguine ocean below. It was a horrifying sight.

Witnessing this, the Eight Great War Gods felt a chill seep into their bones, as if they had been plunged into an ancient, frozen ice cellar. In the hearts of all Eight God Sect disciples, The Saint of Eight Extremes was an invincible War God. Unbelievable. Yet, that mysterious young man in white had bisected The Saint of Eight Extremes with a single palm-blade strike! Such terrifying strength was simply appalling.

The Eight Great War Gods shivered, cold sweat beading on their foreheads, their throats tight. For a moment, they found themselves unable to speak.

Nearby, Lord War Sect’s eyes bulged as he stared into the distance in disbelief, his heart feeling as if it had stopped.

”The Saint...” Lord War Sect choked out the words, tears streaming down his cheeks.

To him, The Saint of Eight Extremes was a spiritual beacon, holding an unimaginable inspirational power for all disciples of the Eight God Sect. Now that The Saint of Eight Extremes had been split in two, Lord War Sect was in a daze, believing the Saint had perished.

「In the distant void.」

When Feather Ancestor witnessed this scene, his heart quaked. His body swayed, and he suddenly plummeted from mid-air. Just as he was about to hit the ground, he snapped back to his senses, jolted his body, and shot back into the sky.

”Too terrifying, truly too terrifying...” Feather Ancestor trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes were filled with indescribable horror, as if he were bewitched.

He had initially believed that The Saint of Eight Extremes was certain to be the ultimate victor. Even in the worst-case scenario, he had assumed The Saint of Eight Extremes would at least fight the young man in white to a draw. Never had he imagined that The Saint of Eight Extremes wouldn’t even withstand a single round against his opponent. A single palm-blade strike had shattered the tough physique of The Saint of Eight Extremes. Such power was simply astounding.

「In the valley of the Golden Bear clan.」

Jin Xiaotian’s eyes widened, his heart in turmoil.

Senior is truly too powerful. Even The Saint of Eight Extremes, who has already entered the God Realm, can’t defeat Senior. When Senior attacks, he splits The Saint of Eight Extremes in two with a single move.

Jin Xiaotian couldn’t begin to imagine what terrifying realm Senior must have reached!

Watching the blood rain down from the void and merge into the sanguine ocean, Mu Qing’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she sighed in admiration, ”Master is truly domineering...”

”To Master, a mere True God isn’t even an ant!” Big Black Cat sneered with a strange laugh.

”Indeed!” Mu Qing covered her mouth and giggled.

「In the ocean of the void.」

”ARGH!” With only the upper half of his body remaining, The Saint of Eight Extremes waved his arms and let out a roar of pained fury. His eyes widened in horror as he watched his lower body fly off in another direction; his heart seethed with shock.

He had originally thought he would fight Ye Yun to a draw. He didn’t expect that the other party would bisect him with just one move.

Deep down, The Saint of Eight Extremes had immense confidence in his physical body. He was a god. After opening the Eight Gates, his physical body had become incredibly powerful. Almost no one in this world could injure his physical form. He never thought such a powerful physique could be so easily rent asunder by his opponent.

”I am immortal and indestructible! I will never surrender!” The Saint of Eight Extremes roared. He reached out, and his lower body, which was flying away, was pulled back through the air.

BANG!

The two halves of his body reconnected.

In the void, seven or eight of the surrounding blood spheres abruptly vanished. Immediately after, the wound where The Saint of Eight Extremes’ body had been severed completely healed.

After flexing his newly-restored body, The Saint of Eight Extremes looked at Ye Yun and laughed arrogantly, ”Friend, you may be strong, but within my Eight Gates’ Domain, you cannot kill me!”

”Is that so?” Ye Yun smiled, his expression unreadable.

This insignificant Saint of Eight Extremes really thinks he’s something. Does this make him invincible? Can he truly escape death this way?

If a mere True God could be this powerful, then the Divine Monarchs in the Divine Land would truly be immortal.

”Friend!” The Saint of Eight Extremes said gravely, a crazed expression on his face. He swung his arms, embracing the bloody sea, and laughed loudly. ”My Eight Gates’ Domain stretches for several million miles through the void! Do you truly think you can kill me?”

”Whether I can kill you or not depends entirely on my whim,” Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly as he replied with a faint smile. ”However, since you seem so eager to die, I can let you experience the taste of impending death!”

This Saint of Eight Extremes was incredibly arrogant, likely due to his upbringing and experiences. After all, having created the Eight Extremes Divine Art and reigned supreme in the small world of the Immortal Pond, he had long since developed a strong sense of superiority. Now, this Eight Gates’ Domain, formed from the ocean of blood, supposedly rendered The Saint of Eight Extremes immortal and indestructible. Even though he was currently outmatched, The Saint of Eight Extremes still refused to believe he could be utterly defeated.

”Friend, take this!” Hearing Ye Yun’s words, The Saint of Eight Extremes’ expression turned cold. He transformed into a bloody light, resembling a small mountain as he pressed down towards Ye Yun.

Ye Yun’s body shifted slightly, ascending upwards. At this moment, he noticed the sanguine ocean begin to roil. It generated an immense, sticky force that clung to him like a vast net, starting to impede his speed.

”It’s useless! Once the Eight Gates’ Domain is active, your speed will be restricted!” The Saint of Eight Extremes cackled, raising his massive iron fist and smashing it down with a deafening whistle.

He knew this punch was unlikely to achieve much, but he had no better strategy at the moment. The Saint of Eight Extremes could only rely on his Eight Gates’ Domain, resorting to the most straightforward combat methods to try and wear down his opponent’s mana and stamina.

”Ignorant!” Ye Yun sneered coldly.

Without any discernible movement, Ye Yun vanished in an instant.

”Where... did he go?” Seeing this, The Saint of Eight Extremes’ expression changed dramatically; he was greatly shocked. He hastily retracted his iron fist and whirled around.

Ye Yun now stood behind The Saint of Eight Extremes. He raised a single hand and once again unleashed a palm-blade strike.

THUD!

A dull sound echoed through the void.

Accompanied by The Saint of Eight Extremes’ bloodcurdling scream, he was once again cleaved in two. Blood surged wildly, like a bursting dam, cascading into the sanguine ocean.

SWISH, SWISH, SWISH...

The light from the palm-blade strikes flashed again. In that single instant, Ye Yun unleashed nine consecutive palm-blade strikes. The Saint of Eight Extremes, already split in two, was further diced into countless pieces by the subsequent nine strikes.

Only his head remained intact; all other parts of his body had been minced into tiny fragments. Ye Yun had left the head intact because he wanted to test the limits of The Saint of Eight Extremes. He wanted to see just how close to true death a person could be, yet still be revived by this so-called Eight Gates’ Domain.

”ARGH!” Gazing at his own body, now shattered into dozens of pieces, the disembodied head of The Saint of Eight Extremes, suspended in the void, let out a howl of utter unwillingness.

Why is this cultivator from the outside world so strong? His speed is uncanny; he’s actually unaffected by the Eight Gates’ Domain and can continuously unleash such powerful palm-blade strikes! This battle... he had been utterly defeated!