Rumble rumble rumble....
The original stance had Yang on top with Yin below, but that began to reverse once Fang Xing began to rotate his hands, causing Yang to grind down to the bottom while Yin moved above. After two and a half turns later, the reversed rotation caused all of the spells and weapons that had been sucked in by the enormous power of the grindstone to turn into eye-blinding lights shooting out in all directions.
BOOM….
The heaven-imposing energy was released, its might weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
The two young dragons stopped mid-air as they were hit directly by this light, their momentum forcibly stopped. Their bodies began to twist in pain and they released helpless howls into the air as their golden bodies dimmed and slowly evaporated….
The light didn't simply disappear, however, and as the two young dragons were dispersed, the light scattered in all directions. In mere moments, the light covered a hundred-foot area, and the countless disciples within this terrifying power began to yell out in fear.
But there was nowhere to go….
Even the dragon Yuan Shenglian lost control of was swept away by the light. It cried out in fury before flying back into the jade plate.
Yuan Shenglian's eyes opened wide as he witnessed a scene beyond imagining. "I don't believe this, I won't believe this. You're younger than me and your cultivation level is lower than mine; how could you have such ability…!" This proud young elite of the western deserts began to yell out at the heavens. He pushed the jade plate into the air with such force that the veins in his arm bulged out against the skin before he activated it once more.
ROAR….
The third dragon's eyes became blood-red as it flew directly at Fang Xing, its sharp claws and maw opened wide...
Fang Xing no longer had any protective barriers surrounding him. After finishing his Yin Yang Sanding Disc, he truly didn't have much Qi left, and although he was still standing upright with his back straight, there was a bit of loneliness to the sight. As the dragon came flying at him, he didn't activate any defensive spells nor did he reveal any weapons; he simply watched the dragon coming his way with a cold expression.
Yuan Shenglian's eyes widened and a sense of excitement filtered through him. 'Am I finally going to kill him?' As for Jing Fu, her chest rose slightly upwards with extreme excitement as well.
"Lian'er has such great courage. Giving him my Golden Dragon Infant Bagua wasn't in vain after all…." From Grand Elder Jing Guang's expression, it was impossible to tell whether he was glad or upset. Although this brat was going to die in the end thanks to his bagua, so many dead disciples was a great loss that was impossible to recover from….
As for the black-robed, red-browed, and blue-robed Daoists, they were even more bitter. Even after seeing Fang Xing's terrifyingly high battle prowess before, how could they even imagine this boy would be able to deflect the plate under such dire circumstances and had instead cleaned up all of the disciples from their three branches as well? Even if he died now, they'd all suffered a tremendous loss.
The young dragon arrived in front of Fang Xing and its sharp claws came rushing down. On Fang Xing's face, however, was a smile of disdain.
BOOM!
Yuan Shenglian's expression suddenly changed. A low and dark cloud begin to rise up from the other side of the dragon, and he could see terrifying beast spirits half-visible within. It was almost like a beast spirit army, and the one leading it all was a mountain-sized Peng bird. Whether it was in presence or terrifying aura, this Peng bird wasn't inferior to the golden young dragon at all.
This was when Yuan Shenglian realized he'd forgotten Fang Xing also had an Ancient weapon. He'd originally focused entirely on Fang Xing's Ancient weapon and hadn't taken Fang Xing himself too seriously, but that apex skill had been so overpowering he'd actually completely forgotten. Now he remembered the extremely powerful Ancient weapon that wasn't any weaker than his Golden Dragon Infant Bagua.
ROAR….
Just as the dragon was about to clamp his claws down onto Fang Xing's body, black smoke suddenly surrounded it and a claw pushed right against the center of its body. A mountainous Peng bird suddenly dropped down and stomped the dragon into the ground, and although the dragon struggled and turned its head to try to bite at the Peng bird's neck, the Peng bird simply pecked at it with its beak until it pierced right through the dragon's skull.
The Peng King sneered and looked around with incomparable viciousness. "Heh, I've tasted plenty of small worms like you while I was traveling through this world. How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me?"
As the battle neared its conclusion, the place covered by the Yin Yang Sanding Disc was filled with nothing but distress. Whether they were in Foundation Stage or Spirit Stage, whether they were an elite or an ordinary disciple, the disciples of all four groups cried out in pain from the wounds they now bore. There'd initially been nearly eighty disciples—around forty Jing Guang disciples and around ten disciples each from the other three Golden Cores—but now only a dozen or so were crying on the ground.
Grand Elder Jing Guang and the other three Golden Cores were filled with extraordinary rage; so many of their disciples had been killed or wounded, yet they couldn't do anything about it despite their status as grand elders. This small stone bridge isolated this realm from the outside, and no matter how angry they became, they could only watch impotently from the other side.
Fang Xing folded his hands against his back while looking at the dozen or so disciples. "The fact you took my apex skill and didn't die means you are all very talented. Your little grandpa here will spare your lives!"
Fang Xing had been particularly focused on dealing with the Foundation Stage disciples, and so those who'd lived through his attacks were predominantly in Spirit Stage. Whether it was due to genuine battle prowess or luck, being able to live despite the power of the Yin Yang Sanding Disc meant these survivors did have some ability—there wouldn't be a single living person within a hundred feet if this wasn't the case.
Those who were still alive had been filled with despair, but those words caused them to show frenzied excitement. No matter how heavy their wounds were, they clenched their teeth and stood up before running as far away as they could. If they couldn't stand, then even crawling away was fine.
Jing Fu and Yuan Shenglian held on to each other and prepared to flee amidst the chaos, but a voice rose up behind them. "You two are not included!" Fang Xing still had his hands against his back as he moved to stand in front of the pair with a chilling gaze.
The malice surrounding Fang Xing left Jing Fu petrified and she immediately began to cry out, "Shixiong Yuan… help me… help me, please…." She did her best to hide behind him while continuing to beg. Her arrogance was completely lost now, and all those guts she'd shown before had disappeared—all she knew how to do now was cry.
"Fel— fellow Daoist… why is this necessary? All of this… was nothing more than a misunderstanding…." Yuan Shenglian showed a bitter smile and stiffly appealed to Fang Xing for mercy. As one of the top four young talents of the western deserts, had he ever once thought there'd be a day he'd ask for mercy from someone in the same tier as him?
Fang Xing showed a smile, but it was decidedly cold. "Misunderstandings can be fatal. Don't tell me you didn't know that?"
Yuan Shenglian let out a few shallow breaths before speaking up in a loud voice, "Are you so sure you want to kill the two of us? Indeed, the grand elder can't do much to you within the Mysterious Domain, but what about when you leave it? The grand elder of my Yuan clan and Grand Elder Jing Guang, why would they let you go? Fellow Daoist, if you spare our lives, we can both take a step back and we can meet again on good terms when you leave the Mysterious Domain in the future…."
Yuan Shenglian's voice trailed off by the end of his speech, because he suddenly noticed the look of disdain in Fang Xing's eyes. He understood that no matter what he said now, it would only cause the boy to look down on him. He lowered his head as though trying to decide on something important, and Fang Xing looked at him with interest without interrupting his thoughts.
"Shixiong Yuan, Shixiong Yuan… quick, think of a way…." Jing Fu's cheeks were filled with tears. She didn't even dare to speak to Fang Xing directly and could only pitifully beg Yuan Shenglian instead.
"I've thought it through…." Yuan Shenglian suddenly raised his head, his gaze becoming stern and his voice growing deep. "Fellow Daoist, all of this was caused by this woman of the Jing clan. If it wasn't because of how arrogant she's used to being, how could so many problems follow?" Jing Fu was completely frozen when she hard this and she subconsciously began to move a little further away from Yuan Shenglian. "I—Yuan Shenglian—have always been careful with matters and don't like to create a dead end for myself or others. I didn't exactly offend you two. I admit defeat, so if you could spare me, I will forever remember your grace and will pay back my gratitude in the future…."
Although Yuan Shenglian spoke without hesitation or pause, Fang Xing didn't bother listening and simply shook his head. "This woman will die because I said I would make sure she doesn't see the moon tonight!" He pointed at Jing Fu and despair rose up in her eyes. Grand Elder Jing Guang began screaming in rage from the other side of the bridge and starting yelling out threats, but Fang Xing slowly turned his gaze and pointed directly at Yuan Shenglian. "You… are also going to die. Who told you to hit on every girl you see?" With that, he simply turned and left while the black smoke from the Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits began to wash over.
Yuan Shenglian suddenly halted and a look of distress appeared on his face. Was he truly going to die here? He didn't think he'd done anything too overboard at all… so why was he going to die here? He was one of the four top elites of the western deserts, a young elite with unlimited future prospects….
The moment he was completely covered by black smoke, he turned to look at Jing Fu with hatred in his eyes. This bi*ch, he'd originally thought he wouldn't have any more good days after getting engaged with her… but the truth was he wouldn't have any days at all!
Grand Elder Jing Guang on the other side of the bridge had already started howling with desperation. "Little bastard, little livestock, little son of a bi*ch! Killing all my Jing Guang disciples, killing my granddaughter, killing my grandson-in-law, I will remember you! I promise, no matter who you are, who your clan or sect is, I will find out! I will kill all nine generations, I will massacre anyone and everyone with even a passing relation to you—not even a dog or hen will remain! I will make sure to end it all…." The flames of anger coming from him were so strong they caused gusts of wind to fly out a thousand feet around him.
"You want to find out my identity? There's no need; let me tell you!" Faced with Grand Elder Jing Guang's anger, Fang Xing actually looked extremely calm. He lowered himself to pick up the already fast asleep Chu Ci before replying in cold voice, "I am Fang Xing. I am the Fang Xing that will kill your whole family if you f*ck with a single hair of my people!"