Checking in for 100,000 Years-Chapter 716: Fellow Daoist, I admit defeat
"The Saint, he’s been dismembered again..."
The Eight Great War Gods widened their eyes, their bodies turning cold. The horror of the first incident hadn’t even faded before a second, even greater, horror descended upon them.
"Can the Saint’s body recover after being chopped into this state?" the Third War God asked, his voice trembling.
"It should be able to!" the First War God said with determination, looking at the blood orbs. He was the foremost individual under The Saint of Eight Extremes, the one closest to godhood. His insights were extraordinary. Despite not having reached the level of the Eight Gate Domain, he had a vague understanding of it. Through careful observation, the First War God had reached his own conclusion. As long as the Sea of Blood, spanning millions of li, showed no change, it indicated the extreme stability of the Eight Gate Domain. And within this domain, endless huge blood orbs were present, all of which could give The Saint of Eight Extremes the chance of rebirth.
"The Saint is indeed an immortal and indestructible great being!" one of the other War Gods exclaimed, his eyes fervent, after hearing the First War God’s words.
Within their sight, the head of The Saint of Eight Extremes suddenly let out a roar. Countless bloody tendrils extended from the waves of blood, grabbing the fragments of his body and rapidly merging them, once again forming a new body. However, this body had not fully fused; some severed edges still remained. Hundreds of blood orbs disappeared, and soon, those severed edges completely vanished. The Saint of Eight Extremes stood unharmed in the void, once again restored to his former peak combat strength.
"Fellow Daoist, you can do nothing to me..." The Saint of Eight Extremes said with a faint smile, a hint of arrogance in his expression.
"Is that so?" Ye Yun smiled faintly. The Saint of Eight Extremes truly considered himself immortal. In that case, Ye Yun prepared to be ruthless.
The Saint of Eight Extremes’s second revival revealed a clue to Ye Yun: the heavier the wounds and the more fragments the body was split into, the more blood orbs The Saint of Eight Extremes would consume. If that was the case, then Ye Yun quickly formulated a clear plan of action.
"Fellow Daoist, if you don’t believe me, then bring it on!" The Saint of Eight Extremes grinned, his laughter filled with immense confidence. Treading upon the Sea of Blood, he strode through the void, brandishing his fists as he charged towards Ye Yun.
Ye Yun suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he reappeared above The Saint of Eight Extremes. His palm-blade materialized. A flash of cold light streaked past. Before The Saint of Eight Extremes could even react, his entire body was cleanly cleft in two down the middle.
"AAAARGH!" The Saint of Eight Extremes shrieked. The eyes on each of his severed halves witnessed their separation, disbelief flooding his gaze.
Ye Yun didn’t stop. SLICE! SLICE! SLICE! His palm-blade swung continuously, beams of light forming a vast net in the void that descended upon The Saint of Eight Extremes. The Saint of Eight Extremes was brutally dismembered; his two halves were ultimately diced into over a thousand pieces. Ye Yun had ultimately held back; otherwise, he would have diced him into tens of thousands of fragments. He, too, feared The Saint of Eight Extremes might not survive that.
The sight of thousands of mangled pieces of flesh floating in the Sea of Blood was extremely gruesome. The Eight Great War Gods watching from afar were petrified. The First War God clenched his fists tightly, his heart pounding with tension. This time, The Saint of Eight Extremes had been diced into so many fragments; could he still successfully resurrect through his Eight Extremes Domain? Even the First War God was apprehensive.
Saint of Eight Extremes, you absolutely mustn’t die! Feather Ancestor, observing from the distant void, had a mournful expression as he prayed inwardly. Regardless, The Saint of Eight Extremes represented the pinnacle of combat power in the Fairy Pond World and, in a way, the Fairy Pond World itself. If he lost to an outsider, Feather Ancestor would be devastated. Even a draw would be acceptable to him.
SWISH, SWISH... The Sea of Blood roared, its crimson waters surging into violent waves. Countless blood-red hands emerged from these waves, grasping the fragments of his body, gathering them, and once again piecing The Saint of Eight Extremes back together.
Seeing The Saint of Eight Extremes, who resembled a figure pieced together from shredded paper yet still bore an expression of extreme arrogance, Ye Yun knew this fellow’s limits were far from being reached. Ye Yun, holding nothing back, unleashed his palm-blade once more. A cold gleam flashed. Net after net of light descended upon The Saint of Eight Extremes’s not-yet-fully-recovered body.
THUD, THUD... Accompanied by a series of dull thuds, The Saint of Eight Extremes’s battered body was dismembered yet again. This time, The Saint of Eight Extremes’s body was minced into over ten thousand pieces.
This Eight Gate Domain of The Saint of Eight Extremes is truly a troublesome Divine Skill... It’s a pity I’m of the Demon Clan. If I had learned this Eight Extremes Divine Art, few in this world could threaten my life, the Big Black Cat thought, a look of regret in its eyes as it watched the battle.
"Eight Divine Gates, the Eight Gate Domain, immortal and indestructible... It’s truly powerful!" Mu Qing exclaimed in admiration.
After mincing The Saint of Eight Extremes into over ten thousand fragments, Ye Yun stood calmly in the Sea of Blood with his hands clasped behind his back. He surveyed his surroundings, awaiting The Saint of Eight Extremes’s resurrection. Ye Yun also wanted to see how many blood orbs The Saint of Eight Extremes would consume if he resurrected. From repeatedly dicing The Saint of Eight Extremes, Ye Yun had obtained some astonishing data: The Saint of Eight Extremes’s physical body was already as tough as supreme-grade Emperor Level Divine Soldiers. One step further, and his entire body would be comparable to an Emperor artifact. It had to be said that the Eight Extremes Divine Art, self-created by The Saint of Eight Extremes, was indeed an exceedingly powerful cultivation technique. If it were to appear in the Divine Land, it would undoubtedly cause a great stir.
SWISH, SWISH... The Sea of Blood roared, and furious waves surged skyward. From them emerged countless small, blood-red hands, each grasping a fragment. These small hands tumbled with the waves, then began to assemble in mid-air in their designated positions. In the span of a few breaths, a fragmented Saint of Eight Extremes reappeared.
"Not bad!" Ye Yun remarked in admiration. Within the Eight Gate Domain, The Saint of Eight Extremes was indeed immortal and indestructible. Anyone else would have been long dead and gone by now. This Eight Gate Domain Divine Skill, and the Innate Divine Ability of the Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon, one of the Ten Super Divine Dragons, both achieved similar goals through different means.
WHOOSH! A large number of the huge blood orbs in the Sea of Blood suddenly vanished. Ye Yun’s eyes flickered; a quick mental calculation told him at least a hundred thousand had disappeared.
So that’s how it is... Ye Yun thought with a faint smile, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. The more pieces he was divided into, the more blood orbs were required for his recovery. Having been minced into over ten thousand pieces by Ye Yun, The Saint of Eight Extremes had required a full hundred thousand blood orbs to recover. If The Saint of Eight Extremes were diced into over a hundred million pieces, an estimated one-tenth of the blood orbs in this Sea of Blood would be consumed. Further subdivision, say, into around five hundred million pieces, would likely consume all the blood orbs in the Sea of Blood. In that scenario, even if The Saint of Eight Extremes resurrected, another dismemberment would render him completely unable to revive again.
The blood orbs vanished. The Saint of Eight Extremes’s body once again stood tall in the void.
"Fellow Daoist, I admit defeat!" The Saint of Eight Extremes said dejectedly, suddenly dropping to his knees. This time, having been minced into over ten thousand pieces by Ye Yun, he had genuinely experienced the sensation of death’s imminent approach.
The Saint of Eight Extremes finally realized—his opponent was simply beyond anything his current level could contend with; even ten of him combined would be no match for Ye Yun. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Therefore, The Saint of Eight Extremes conceded defeat. As an unparalleled prodigy of the Fairy Pond World, the pride that had long been ingrained in his heart vanished completely in this instant.
