“What courage!” By now, Mei Taiyang was thoroughly enraged. A Heavenly Martial realm junior had sealed their powers with a talisman.
“You think being at the same realm means you can defeat us all?” Though reduced to eighth-tier Heavenly Martial, Mei Taiyang, as a Martial Monarch, still exuded an imposing aura beyond the others.
“Come try me if you don’t believe it!” Lin Xiao retorted boldly, summoning his own power, ready to strike.
“Hmph, I’ll show you the gap between a Martial Monarch and Heavenly Martial—even sealed, I can still kill you!” Infuriated, Mei Taiyang moved to act personally. His figure blurred into a shadow, stirring a fierce gust of wind as he thrust a palm forward, unleashing a terrifying shockwave.
Fearless, Lin Xiao channelled eighth-tier Heavenly Martial elemental energy, bolstered by mid-tier third-grade spiritual power, and met it with a fist.
Bang!
A resounding clash echoed, ripples spreading through the air. The two were evenly matched, each forced back several steps.
They were deadlocked!
The Nether Sky Demon Palace members were stunned. Elder Mei was a Martial Monarch, seasoned through years of traversing the Martial King, Martial Venerable, and Martial Monarch realms. Once a prodigy among prodigies, even with his cultivation sealed, his combat prowess should outstrip any peer.
Yet this seventeen-year-old youth could hold his own against Elder Mei.
Lin Xiao was equally astonished. A Martial Monarch was indeed formidable—despite Lin Xiao’s mid-tier third-grade spiritual boost, his fist throbbed with numbness and pain.
Mei Taiyang, too, showed surprise, but his eyes quickly turned icy. If a junior at eighth-tier Heavenly Martial matched him, where would he hide his face in the future?
“Kid, you’re courting death!”
Furious, Mei Taiyang unleashed a surge of black energy, a terrifying wave radiating from him. His figure darted forward, shifting from palm to fist, striking at Lin Xiao again.
Lin Xiao’s expression grew serious. A Martial Monarch was a Martial Monarch—even suppressed, the strength was overwhelming, pressing him heavily.
“Old dog, bring out all your tricks!” Lin Xiao’s fighting spirit blazed, a wild aura erupting from his fist, cloaked in ferocious martial intent.
A dragon’s roar thundered within him, a fearsome wave rippling outward from his centre. An ancient, desolate aura spread, and a blood-red dragon phantom emerged behind him.
This was his peak physical power—ferocious martial intent, blood dragon phenomenon, and spiritual enhancement, unleashing the second form of Chaos Reversal.
Boom!
Lin Xiao’s fist roared forth, imbued with divine dragon might, carrying an unstoppable, explosive force that collided with Mei Taiyang’s fist.
Bang!
A deafening blast shook the air, the sheer force trembling the void. Mei Taiyang was hurled back over ten zhang, stumbling to a halt.
The Nether Sky Demon Palace onlookers gaped in disbelief. Lin Xiao’s strength was staggering—defeating a Martial Monarch reduced to the same tier.
In this realm, he might have no equal.
Mei Taiyang’s face darkened. He’d unleashed his strongest physical power, only to be countered by Lin Xiao.
That single punch left his blood churning, his palm numb.
“Well done, matching my strength is no small feat. But let’s see if you can withstand a Martial Monarch’s techniques!”
With that, Mei Taiyang clapped both hands, unleashing a mountain-toppling palm force. Dazzling light blinded the eyes, a fearsome wind boiling the air with a sharp “sizzle,” its terrifying waves flooding the heavens and earth.
One palm stirred winds and clouds, dimming the world.
A Martial Monarch’s mastered technique was unmatched—even at Heavenly Martial, its might was awe-inspiring.
Lin Xiao marvelled. He’d used his strongest physical power to push Mei Taiyang back just over ten zhang—few could match that at this tier.
A Martial Monarch’s comprehension of power far exceeded peers, retaining extraordinary might even when sealed.
But Lin Xiao wouldn’t hold back either. When it came to techniques, a Martial Monarch might not compare.
He unleashed the Great Azure Dragon Slash, channelling his full strength. The blood dragon phenomenon formed behind him, and a brilliant azure dragon sword beam surged forth, clashing with Mei Taiyang’s palm force.
“Boom!”
A thunderous roar illuminated all directions, the colossal energy clash sending waves surging outward.
Mei Taiyang’s palm force crumbled, the azure dragon beam gaining the upper hand. Its faded green light rushed toward him.
Mei Taiyang’s face sank. He hurriedly struck another palm to dispel it.
“Swish!” Without pause, Lin Xiao launched his next attack. A black-and-azure energy giant palm coalesced in the air.
In that instant, winds howled, the heavens shifted, and the fused spiritual energy radiated overwhelming pressure. Its immense devouring and incinerating power blanketed the sky, as if to swallow everything into that palm.
“Hand Covering the Heavens!” With a booming shout, Lin Xiao’s energy palm descended like a fall from the ninth heaven, pressing down with boundless might.
Mei Taiyang’s expression shifted. He thrust both palms upward, a radiant palm wind meeting it head-on.
“Boom!”
The collision erupted in a deafening roar, a light brighter than the sun bursting forth. Sea-like shockwaves crashed downward.
Mei Taiyang retreated hastily, but as he neared the edge, the massive energy wave still struck him, churning his blood and forcing a stifled gulp of it back.
“Swish!” At that moment, a dazzling Chaos Reversal elemental fist beam streaked through, targeting Mei Taiyang.
“Pfft!” Caught off guard, Mei Taiyang blocked hastily. His body was flung back, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Nether Sky Demon Palace members were speechless. Mei Taiyang had lost again to Lin Xiao. Suppressed to eighth-tier Heavenly Martial, they now grasped how terrifying Lin Xiao’s strength was. Those strikes would’ve left them vomiting blood long ago.
Shock painted Mei Taiyang’s face. This youth’s power was extraordinary.
Then his expression soured. A lofty Martial Monarch, defeated by an unknown junior—if word spread, he’d be a laughingstock, branded as beaten by a Heavenly Martial youth.
Amid the crowd’s stunned disbelief, the scene fell silent. Lin Xiao’s gaze swept the field calmly, settling on Mei Taiyang. In a flat tone, he said, “Hand over your things. I don’t intend to wipe you all out.”
