Simultaneously traversing: traversing countless heavens

Chapter 108 Pig's Head

Perhaps it was the ingrained caution of a top-tier schemer that led Xie Guanying to strike first when Zhou Yi stepped into his three-zhang radius.

He used the same trick again, raising the warm, jade-like flute in his hand once more, aiming it at Zhou Yi, who was walking steadily with a calm expression, and uttering the same word that had once instantly suppressed the old patriarch of the Nangong family at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm: "Suppress!"

Despite the excruciating pain, the old patriarch of the Nangong family coldly observed the scene, a mocking smile even appearing on his lips.

He seemed to have "foreseen" the outcome.

As expected, the scene Xie Guanying had anticipated—where the other party felt as if they were being crushed by a mountain, unable to move an inch, and even forced to kneel on the spot—did not occur.

As he uttered the word "镇" (zhen), which contained the power of heaven and earth and the nascent form of "words becoming law," the moonlight remained cold, the night breeze remained gentle, and the campfire continued to crackle.

Zhou Yi's steps were unwavering, and even the rhythm of his robes' swaying remained unchanged.

He maintained his seemingly normal pace as he walked towards Xie Guanying, his steps as light as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

The immense pressure of heaven and earth, enough to crush a divine steed and knock down a master of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, fell upon him as if nothing had happened, not even causing a ripple.

Xie Guanying was stunned. He looked at the long flute in his hand, then at Zhou Yi, who was approaching and seemed completely unaffected. For the first time, a look of bewilderment, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, appeared on his face.

"town!"

He refused to believe in evil and shouted again, pushing his power to the limit. The power of heaven and earth gathered in response, pressing down on that three-zhang-deep area with even greater force and weight!

Still no use.

Zhou Yi even raised his hand and waved it in the air in front of him, seemingly out of boredom, as if shooing away non-existent mosquitoes and flies.

Xie Guanying seems to only know this one move.

No wonder in the original story, Deng Tai'a, who was at the Pointing Mystery Realm, chased him to the heavens and the earth with no way out, and was even chased to the sea and killed like a chicken!

A batch of vegetables.

He's only good at scheming and plotting.

They only know how to use the power of heaven and earth in a crude way, and they don't have the courage of Xuanyuan Jingcheng to ignite the power of heaven and earth, summon heavenly lightning, and perish together with it.

Xie Guanying's voice carried a hint of surprise, anger, and urgency that he himself was unaware of, as he continuously urged his words to work.

"town!"

"town!!"

His aura resonated with the heavens and earth, causing a slight change in the wind and clouds, and even dimming the moonlight. Yet, it had no effect on the black-clad man who was so close at hand.

This scene was rather absurd and comical.

The newly ascended immortal of the land, a Confucian sage, seemed to have run out of tricks when faced with a "mortal" who was approaching step by step. He repeatedly used the same move, but could not even make the other party pause for a moment.

"Fool!" The heavily injured patriarch of the Nangong family finally couldn't hold back any longer. Coughing up blood, he hissed and sneered, his words filled with undisguised sarcasm and an almost knowing "I knew it" attitude. "Do you even know who you're facing right now?! A Confucian land immortal who barely managed to climb ashore through scheming and devouring fortune, does he really think he's invincible and can look down on everyone?!"

These words struck Xie Guanying like a thunderbolt, instantly waking him from his unease caused by the bizarre situation before him.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was no ordinary person!

Its very existence, capable of ignoring the suppression of the words of terrestrial deities, is a terrifying force that defies common sense!

A strong sense of crisis instantly gripped him.

His scheming instincts led him to choose retreat rather than confrontation.

While frantically channeling the power of heaven and earth to try and slow down Zhou Yi, he moved with lightning speed, attempting to retreat and create distance, all the while shouting in utter horror, "You—who are you?!"

However, before he could finish speaking, and before his body had even left the ground by more than an inch, "Snap!!!"

A slap, crisp to the extreme and loud enough to seem to dispel the surrounding night wind, suddenly exploded!

Xie Guanying felt a sharp pain in his right cheek. The pain was not just a simple physical pain, but was accompanied by a tyrannical and unreasonable force that completely ignored his protective true qi and the protective energy of heaven and earth!

His poised retreat was like an eagle about to take flight, only to be slapped hard down from the sky!

"Bang!"

His body, which had been lifted off the ground, fell back to the ground at an even faster speed, and he staggered a few steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

A clear, bright red handprint quickly appeared on my right cheek and swelled up at a visible speed, burning with pain, and even half of my teeth felt loose.

He covered his face, staring incredulously at Zhou Yi, who was now almost within reach, still holding the hard, flat pie he had weighed earlier.

That slap just now, it seems, was delivered with this "weapon"?

"No—impossible!" Xie Guanying cried out, his voice distorted by shock and pain.

This completely overturned his understanding!

He is a terrestrial deity!

He is a Confucian sage!

How could someone slap you across the face with a piece of bread like you're hitting a child?!

"Slap!" The response he received was another merciless and powerful slap across his left cheek.

Xie Guanying's head was knocked to the side by the blow, stars flashed before his eyes, and one ear was ringing.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Zhou Yi remained silent, his expression chillingly calm.

He simply carried that "magical" flatbread, stepped forward, and slapped Xie Guanying's once handsome and refined face, which was now rapidly swollen and deformed, repeatedly from both sides!

The slaps were quick and hard, each one landing solidly, carrying an almost brutal sense of humiliation.

Xie Guanying tried to block, tried to mobilize the power of heaven and earth to resist, and tried to use Confucianism to protect himself—but everything was as fragile as paper in front of the opponent's seemingly casually waved "pancake palm".

His energy barrier crumbled at the slightest touch, and his connection with heaven and earth seemed to be brutally severed by some higher-level force. His exquisite calculations and Confucian skills were interrupted and dissipated by that simple and direct slap before he could even put them into practice.

"The crisp sound of slapping echoed continuously in the silent wilderness, the rhythm eerily steady."

Xie Guanying was forced to retreat repeatedly, utterly powerless to fight back, let alone display any semblance of the demeanor and majesty of a terrestrial immortal.

He could only raise his arm in vain to protect his head and face, but the powerful palm slapped him away along with his arm, leaving new wounds on his face.

His scholar's cap was knocked askew, his long hair was disheveled, blood began to flow from his mouth and nose, and his face was swollen like a steamed bun, making it impossible to see any trace of his previous dashing appearance.

He was completely stunned and dumbfounded by the beating.

The shock, humiliation, fear, and the chaos of his collapsing worldview intertwined in his heart, making it difficult for him to even think effectively. He could only passively endure this incomprehensible yet undeniably real beating.

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