My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 87 Sacred Mountain
absurd.

fear.

Crazy!

Zhang Yu and the others, who were lying on the ground, looked at Steward Liu, who was almost lifeless, with fear and disbelief.

Hurry~
Just then, a gust of evening wind blew past from outside the alley, stirring up some dust and sand, which landed on the dazed Nie Kun and Tie Qi, startling them back to reality.

Looking at the chaotic alleyway and Zhang Yu and the others who had been knocked out by a single breath, Nie Kun opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Tie Qi was in no better shape. He stared blankly at Huang Tian, ​​who stood tall and calm, his mind churning as if a storm was raging inside him.

'Weren't Nie Kun and I ordered to protect him...?'

How come Huang Tian seems stronger than me now?!

No, it's not that he's stronger than himself, but that he's stronger than everyone present combined!

His incredibly powerful Sonic Lion's Roar technique alone is virtually unmatched at the fifth rank!

Moreover, sonic martial arts have always been a divine skill for clearing out miscellaneous soldiers. No matter how many martial artists below the fifth rank come, it's useless. As long as Huang Tian's true energy is not exhausted, the miscellaneous soldiers cannot get close to him.

Only a fifth-rank martial artist can barely engage in close combat with their powerful true qi, and even then, they must prepare in advance, otherwise they will be caught off guard and stunned by the sound waves, just like Steward Liu and Steward Wu!

'Having only just broken through to the middle third rank, he already possesses the strength of a top-tier fifth rank, almost a fourth rank?! Is he even human?!'

Techi was starting to have an existential crisis.

An ordinary martial artist who can win nine out of ten battles against someone of the same level is considered a great talent. It is extremely rare for someone to remain undefeated against an enemy who is one level higher, and as for someone who is two levels higher... well, he has never seen a single one of them in all these years.

In his memory, only legendary celestial beings and some exceptionally talented first-grade grandmasters could achieve this in their youth!

'Yes, I always believed that Huang Tian had the potential to become a top-tier Grandmaster of the First Rank. Now that he has just entered the Sixth Rank, what's so strange about him defeating several Fifth Rank martial artists? I'm not surprised, not surprised at all...'

He muttered to himself, trying to calm his mind.

Nie Kun, however, didn't think as much as Tie Qi had. After a brief moment of shock, he kicked off with his right foot, causing a burst of air to explode. He slammed into the still-powerful Deacon Wu like a cannonball, his large, fan-like hands slamming into Wu's chest with overwhelming force.

Deacon Wu's eyes widened, his true energy surged, and he slammed his right hand on the ground. He then rolled away to avoid Nie Kun's devastating attack, and was about to leap up and escape over the dark, high wall.

How could Nie Kun let him escape? He struck out with another palm, this time even stronger than the first, because his main technique was the Pushing Mountain and Overlapping Waves Palm. Each palm strike was stronger than the last. The black true energy on his palm surged wildly, extremely thick and stagnant, as if it had frozen the air in all directions.

Deacon Wu felt as if he had fallen into a deep river, the surging current firmly binding his movements. He roared, his blood and qi boiling to the extreme!

Blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and ears, but he didn't care. His back straightened instantly, and he clenched his fists and punched Nie Kun's palm with great force.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
A tremendous sonic boom resounded, and the air currents surged. Deacon Wu caught Nie Kun's palm strike, which was as powerful as a mountain and as vast as the sea, and used that momentum to nimbly twist his body and leap into the air, like a falcon soaring through the forest, lightly leaping towards the high wall.

Life was within reach! Overjoyed, he spread his arms like wings, and just as his toes were about to touch the high wall...

He suddenly realized something, and subconsciously glanced back at the young man who had given him such a great shock.

'He didn't catch up?'

But Huang Tian remained standing in the same spot, watching him fly away with clear eyes. He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. However, the next second, he felt that Huang Tian's eyes were like a deep vortex, a vortex with a soul-stirring attraction that sucked his consciousness in!

boom! !

In a daze, he saw a mountain! A majestic, ancient sacred mountain that stood tall, its peaks piercing through the clouds!
The mountain stretches endlessly, vast and majestic, as if it has stood between heaven and earth for countless years, profound and ancient.

A sense of insignificance and awe, stemming from the instinct for life, froze his limbs and bones like ice, causing the vital energy surging from his body to stagnate.

What horrified him even more was that on the sacred mountain, amidst the clouds stretching for thousands of miles, five giant dragons of different colors, some thousands of feet long and others tens of thousands of feet long, were displaying their scales and claws with unrestrained arrogance. Their majestic and indifferent gazes pierced through the clouds, and divine swords, as solid as tangible objects, pierced through his body!
Deacon Wu was struck as if by lightning, as if he had been crushed by a sacred mountain and pierced by the gaze of a divine dragon, his mind went completely blank!
All thoughts of escape and instincts of fighting were crushed in that instant. The true energy he had gathered suddenly dissipated, and his body, as light as an eagle, became as heavy as a stone, instantly stiffening and falling!
Behind him, Nie Kun, who was chasing after him, was surprised and wondered why he had suddenly frozen. But he would not let go of such a good opportunity, and he delivered another powerful palm strike to Wu Deacon’s back.

Bang! !

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible. Deacon Wu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell heavily to the ground like a tattered sack, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel.

Amidst the swirling dust, he struggled to turn his head to look at the motionless Huang Tian, ​​his eyes filled with terror. He let out a low cry of pain before losing consciousness completely.

Nie Kun slowly withdrew his palm, straightened up, and looked back at Huang Tian with a surprised expression.

'Was it him who made the move just now?'

But he didn't see Huang Tian make any move at all.

'Eyes! Willpower!'

Recalling the entire process of Deacon Wu's body stiffening just now, Nie Kun immediately realized what was happening and was shocked again. A single glance could terrify a fifth-grade martial artist; just how terrifying must such martial will be?!

'No, even if his will is strong, he couldn't possibly freeze a fifth-rank martial artist. The main reason is that this person was terrified by Huang Tian just now and was only focused on escaping, so his mind was extremely unstable. That's why he was so frightened by Huang Tian's gaze that his body stiffened...'

Even after figuring out the reason, Nie Kun still couldn't calm down.

'Huang Tian, ​​how can he be so strong? Does he still need our protection?!'

He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly, a large patch of firelight was reflected in the distant sky, and someone shouted, "Fire! Fire!"

"They have accomplices!"

Nie Kun's expression changed, and he almost had the urge to give chase immediately, but he stopped himself. He could let the thugs' accomplices go, but he had to protect Huang Tian, ​​even though he didn't think he could beat Huang Tian...

Boom boom boom!
At this moment, a series of explosions came from the distant sky. A figure dressed in a crimson brocade robe rolled in with the force of wind and thunder under the pale moonlight. When everyone looked up, they saw that the person was Shirohara Fusa, whose hair and beard were bristling and who was extremely angry!
(End of this chapter)