Daoist Competition

Just as Zhang Yan reported his name, Cai Shen’s entire body trembled; it seemed he had heard of Zhang Yan’s reputation. He exclaimed in shock and lost his voice, "Zhang Yan?"

Zhang Yan, known for his first-grade elixir formation, was one of Mingcang Sect’s top ten disciples. His fame had long since spread across all the big and small sects of the East Splendor Continent. Cai Shen, a disciple of the Demon Sect, was aware that when the Demon Tribulation started, the Xuanmen and the Demon Dao were destined to clash. How could he not know Zhang Yan’s name?

Knowing that Zhang Yan’s Flying Sword skill was extremely formidable, Cai Shen immediately pinched a spell. In an instant, a sinister mist enveloped his body, and a foul wind arose from the flat ground, swirling upward into the air. Clearly, he dared not stand in front of Zhang Yan for even a moment.

But he was a bit too late to react. How could Zhang Yan let such a golden opportunity go to waste? Taking advantage of the moment before Cai Shen could escape too far, Zhang Yan shouted loudly, and the Xuanhuang Great Hand erupted thunderously from his crown, reaching forward with five fingers spread wide, grabbing toward Cai Shen.

Cai Shen’s abdomen bulged, and he opened his mouth, spitting out a thick yellow smoke. As soon as the Xuanhuang Great Hand touched it, there was a sizzling sound, and the smoke rapidly corroded the five fingers into nothingness.

Yet, Cai Shen’s expression did not lighten. He stretched out his hand and retrieved the gourd he had thrown far away. He bit off the stopper, lifted the gourd, and poured it downward. A cascade of gleaming yellow sand spilled out, roaring like an avalanche.

Zhang Yan calmly shook his shoulder, summoning the Xuan Guang Hand once more. He flipped his palm and raised it skyward, letting out a dull sound as the limitless yellow sand was caught and held aloft.

But the yellow sand was like waves crashing against a dam. From above, it continued to surge with destructive momentum, layer upon layer, seemingly endless in its descent. Before long, the Xuanhuang Great Hand was pressed down by a full margin.

To deal with Zhang Yan, Cai Shen had unleashed his most prized techniques right from the start. It wasn’t that he was overly cautious; it was Zhang Yan’s formidable reputation that left him no room for carelessness. He had to exhaust all his skills to cope with him.

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Seeing the situation, Zhang Yan’s thoughts shifted. From his sleeve bag, he retrieved the Tin Mother Pot, pouring out a single grain of Red Thunder Sand into his palm.

His gaze flickered. He had only heard of the item’s power but had never seen it in action. Now was the perfect opportunity to test it on Cai Shen to gauge its effectiveness.

With this in mind, he flicked his finger, sending the grain flying.

When Cai Shen saw the speck of fiery red light approaching, he didn’t know what it was. Still, he dared not underestimate it. Because of its speed, he hurriedly released a cloud of smoke to block it, intending to investigate further before making his next move.

But the Red Thunder Sand could withstand no impact. The moment it made contact, it exploded with a thunderous boom, as if lightning struck nearby. Dangerously towering peaks crumbled, and an ocean of red flames and smoke filled the sky.

Cai Shen’s vision darkened, and his body was wracked with pain. When the smoke cleared, he looked on in horror to discover that one of his arms was gone, leaving only a bare shoulder. His gourd was also nowhere to be seen.

Gazing downward, his lower abdomen and body had been completely obliterated. The wound was charred black and ghastly beyond description. With a cry of despair, he immediately abandoned this physical body. A Primordial Spirit emerged from his crown, pinched a spell, and began transforming into wisps of faint smoke, making to flee.

Zhang Yan saw this and took a deep breath before roaring at the spirit with all his might!

A booming sound reverberated like rolling thunder. The landscape in front of him was swept by an invisible ferocious gust, shaking the rocks, toppling the foliage, and leaving ruins in its wake. The smoke wavered under the impact, revealing a faintly discernible face distorted with sorrow. In the next moment, it melted away, like snow under the blazing sun.

Zhang Yan glanced at the mangled remains and gained some clarity on the power of the Red Thunder Sand.

He sighed deeply; it truly was a lethal weapon for vanquishing enemies.

Though Cai Shen’s cultivation was comparable to his, the explosion of the Red Thunder Sand had rendered him completely defenseless. While there was an element of recklessness on Cai Shen’s part, Zhang Yan still had over three hundred grains of the Red Thunder Bead in his possession. If he had scattered them all at once, even if Cai Shen had magic treasures for protection, he would have been reduced to ashes.

Just as Zhang Yan moved to deal with the remaining fragment of the corpse, a sudden thought arose in his mind. After pondering for a moment, he acted on impulse, releasing a stream of Water Element True Light and spilling out an item.

The object had been condensed into a cluster, but as soon as it appeared, it dispersed with a muffled roar. Then came sharp buzzing sounds as countless tiny shapes surged toward Zhang Yan, biting at him ferociously.

The creatures were the Blood Line Golden Worms he had previously swept up in his True Light from Yu Gu She’s domain.