Chapter 135: Wrath

In midair.

A young man in black and a muscular red-haired man wreathed in flames stood facing each other.

“Master Hammer,” Dongbo Xueying bowed respectfully.

“Kid, be careful,” the red-haired man replied, wielding a massive hammer in each hand.

On the mountainside nearby, halfway up Zhugu Mountain, Sikong Yang, Master Gong Yu, and eight other Transcendents were watching intently. In their eyes, Dongbo Xueying was a prodigy who had progressed at an extraordinary pace. He had only been in the Chiyun Mountain World for ten years, yet his strength already ranked in the middle among them. Many believed that it wouldn’t be long before his mastery of water and fire reached the third level, at which point his power would likely place him among the very strongest.

It was also expected that he would soon solidify his grasp of the True Dao of Water and Fire.

Although the “True Dao of Water and Fire” was a fourth-tier Dao, lower than the third-tier or even second-tier Dao that others aspired toward, most of them had little chance of ever mastering a Dao—perhaps only two or three might Reluctantlysucceed. Dongbo Xueying, however, was almost certain to achieve it.

Better one bird in the hand than ten in the bush. In truth, these eight Transcendents were somewhat envious of Dongbo Xueying.

To master the True Dao of Water and Fire after only a hundred years of cultivation?

He would likely become a Demigod within a thousand years!

What a wide and clear path toward Demigodhood! Though the fourth-tier Dao was somewhat weaker, among the current Demigods, only Elder Orland of the Beast Clan had achieved a third-tier Dao. If Dongbo Xueying could ascend to Demigod status with a fourth-tier Dao, he would even have the potential to rank among the top Demigods—a truly brilliant and dazzling path of cultivation.

Take, for example, Senior Sister Zhuo Yi, who always kept her distance from any man due to her Yin Body constitution. Many pursued her, including Situ Hong and Zhang Peng, who were also in Chiyun Mountain, but she ignored them all.

Yet she was unusually close to Dongbo Xueying. Though she never went so far as to openly pursue him, the warmth and familiarity she showed him was something she had never shown any other man. This made Situ Hong and others quite jealous—but no matter how jealous they became, they could only swallow it. They had no desire to make enemies of someone destined to become an overwhelmingly powerful Transcendent in the future.

“Junior Brother Wen, Dongbo Junior Brother’s spear techniques seem to have improved,” Zhuo Yi quietly sent a voice transmission to Wen Yong’an beside her.

“It’s different from the last time I saw him,” Wen Yong’an lightly nodded. He specialized in the mysteries of life and was kind to everyone.

…

The spear danced, swift as lightning, launching a series of rapid strikes.

It was as if countless dragons were bursting forth, one after another, slamming toward the red-haired man! The red-haired man, wielding his twin hammers, blocked again and again.

“How strange! How fierce!” The red-haired man struggled to keep up. The spear, rotating as it pierced forward, grew heavier with each strike! And each strike was unpredictable, as if drifting with the wind, making the red-haired man feel extremely uncomfortable. Dongbo Xueying’s spear techniques were already bizarre and ferocious, and now they were also elusive.

“Boom!”

Dongbo Xueying’s body radiated the supreme-grade martial art *Fire Plundering the Seven Stars (Fire CalamitySeven Stars)*, combining his martial energy with physical strength, making each move even more violent.

Ten years of cultivation using Origin Stones had brought Dongbo Xueying’s martial energy to the peak of Skyfaring! His physical strength had long since reached the same level. Now, both his body and martial energy were difficult to break through in the short term—aside from refining his understanding, further advancement in martial energy required cultivating and accumulating enough Transcendent energy. To break through to the Saint-level body required an astonishing fifty thousand Origin Stones! The last time Dongbo Xueying participated in a life-and-death Transcendent battle, he had only earned five thousand contribution points—far, far short of what was needed.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Dongbo Xueying’s spear slashed and whirled, launching a relentless offensive.

It was like a storm sweeping across the sky, like surging waves crashing endlessly, one move flowing into the next, amplifying the power. The spearplay was eerie, ferocious, and elusive—all merged into one.

“Kid, you’ve gotten much stronger since last time,” the red-haired man grumbled, barely holding his ground by relying on his immense strength and speed, using his large hammers like shields. If he had been wielding swords or blades, Dongbo Xueying’s spear would have pierced him long ago.

“But I still have a gap to close with Master Hammer,” Dongbo Xueying said, exhilarated. His spear techniques had just broken through, and he was enjoying the fight.

“Amazing! Amazing!”

Watching from the sidelines, Wen Yong’an, Dou Rourou, Situ Hong, Zhang Peng, Yu Feng, Wu Cang, and others were all astonished.

“His spearplay has become even more formidable.”

“Definitely much stronger than last time! Among us, only Senior Sister Dou might have a chance of defeating him, the rest of us wouldn’t dare say.”

“Right, his close combat is even more terrifying now.”

They all knew their limits. They could tell that Dongbo Xueying’s strength had surged, likely second only to Dou Rourou, who had reached the second level of Time Mysteries. The others could at best avoid defeat using their own techniques, but in true close combat, even Situ Hong—who was known for his close-range prowess—would likely only manage a draw. After all, Situ Hong was the oldest among them and had trained for so long.

With a powerful clash,

Dongbo Xueying rapidly retreated.

“Master Hammer, you’re incredible. It seems I still need more cultivation to land even a single strike against you,” Dongbo Xueying smiled as he hovered in midair.

The red-haired man also nodded slightly in midair: “You’re already very strong. If you keep improving like this, I might not be able to block you much longer.”

“Return!”

A voice rang out, filled with anger.

Dongbo Xueying turned his head and saw Master Gong Yu, the old man in the yellow robe, his face dark with fury. Beside him, Master Sikong Yang also wore a cold, expressionless face.

Not good!

The two Demigod mentors seemed displeased?

Dongbo Xueying felt a knot in his chest and immediately flew back to the mountainside as a streak of light.

“Dongbo Xueying!” Elder Gong Yu, the yellow-robed man, was so furious his face turned red. Glaring at Dongbo Xueying, he roared, “Who gave you the audacity? Who told you to act so recklessly?”

“I… I…” Dongbo Xueying was momentarily stunned.

The other Transcendents were also taken aback.

Master Sikong Yang remained cold and silent beside him.

“Didn’t I tell you last time!” Elder Gong Yu bellowed, “Since you’ve focused on the mysteries of water and fire, you should concentrate solely on them! I told you to set aside the Wind Mysteries. Didn’t I?”

“You did,” Dongbo Xueying replied.

Last time, Elder Gong Yu had gently advised him, reminding him that cultivation must not be distracted, for the energy and lifespan of a Transcendent were limited. At the time, since Dongbo Xueying was still young, and dabbling in Wind Mysteries wouldn’t be too costly, Gong Yu had only lightly scolded him.

After all, a little delay meant little to Dongbo Xueying.

He still had a long, long time ahead of him.

“But you! You actually dared to be so reckless and bold!” Elder Gong Yu was nearly beside himself with rage, shouting, “You actually merged the Wind Mysteries into your Water and Fire Mysteries? Who told you to act so recklessly?”

His roar caused the surrounding space to freeze, directly suppressing Dongbo Xueying.

Dongbo Xueying felt a crushing pressure on his body, his internal organs vibrating, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and blood nearly spilling from his lips.

Such an injury meant nothing to Dongbo Xueying.

But he felt a deep sense of unease.

Because all these years, Elder Gong Yu had always been a kind-hearted old man, treating them all with great kindness, never once showing such fury!

Even someone as laid-back as Puyang Bo had only ever received gentle reprimands from him.