Chapter 1779 - 696: Turning the Tables on the Great Saint

Chapter 1779: Chapter 696: Turning the Tables on the Great Saint

Zhou Tian was not whispering quietly but was boldly transmitting sound, echoing through the night sky.

This resulted in everyone’s expressions being quite remarkable.

Many people wanted to laugh, but feared offending the former youngest Great Saint, Duan Yin, and forcefully pressed their lips downward.

People like Kong Yuanxing and Ning Zhenxue immediately looked wooden, as if forcibly controlling their facial expressions.

They were quite close to Jinyin Martial Hall, with a good relationship, how could they laugh at their allies?

Some elder power figures held high status, how could they suddenly break into laughter? They needed to maintain their dignity.

Saints from the Xuanhuang Twelve Sects appeared to watch the battle, not far from the Great Saints; if they suddenly bared their white teeth, would they be seen and remembered?

"Haha..." Green Phoenix was undeterred, though she was a graceful young lady, she was now holding her waist with slender hands, laughing wildly skyward nonstop.

She truly didn’t care about her image, showing none of the demeanor of a lady or fairy.

Most importantly, she laughed wantonly, not giving face to anyone.

Emotions would be contagious; many originally didn’t want to laugh, but seeing her manner, they couldn’t hold back anymore, boom, laughter spilled over.

A clamor erupted nearby.

Not to mention others, even Ning Zhenxue from Traveler Civilization, and saints from the Xuanhuang Twelve Sects couldn’t hold their facial muscles anymore.

Why would ordinary disciples worry? They were all grinning with big white teeth, laughing without end.

"This green tea woman again!" Yu Daogang had just finished taking Medicine Powder, now so infuriated that blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

In the night sky, Qin Ming frowned, wondering what Old Four was babbling about? Calling him the Light of Justice was fine, he accepted that, but how could he slander him by saying he came from Demon State?

He didn’t want to tarnish his homeland—Ye State.

He was somewhat displeased, but being in the battlefield, he couldn’t go find Old Four to reason and correct things.

Therefore, to express his displeasure, he could only try harder to hit Duan Yin.

In an instant, he increased his attack power, his whole body emitted Golden Radiance, even his strands of hair seemed cast in gold, even his eyes sparked lightning as he struck toward Duan Yin with his right fist and left palm.

All the Great Saints wore solemn expressions, having seen the true background of Master Zhi Shan; it was honestly somewhat terrifying.

Duan Yin was trying to push left and right to create a safe distance, however, he was being controlled, with the adhesive nature of Chaotic Heavenly Light Power too strong behind him.

He had just fled like a streak of light, and a force suddenly pulled him back, returning him to the battleground.

"Duan Si, taste one of my Dabei Fists!" Qin Ming shouted; he couldn’t hit Old Four for now, but surely he could hit Duan Si?

With a roaring sound, brilliant fist light occupied the vast night sky, like waves surging, spreading massively down over Duan Yin.

On Duan Yin’s outside, a huge Immortal Celestial Dragon twined around his body, quickly spiraling skywards, only for its dragon head to be torn open by fist light amid explosions.

Next, the Golden Crow emerging from his Great Saint Blood Qi had just spread its wings in the air, shining dazzling Divine Light, also encountered a catastrophic disaster, smashed by that terrifying fist.

Behind Duan Yin, a lofty Xuanwu raising its head carried pitch-black North Nether Sea, seemingly about to inundate the heavens.

In the end, Qin Ming’s Fist Mark timely thundered down.

On the hardest Black Tortoise Shell, a huge bloody fist hole appeared directly, and the fist light was like immortal fire, burning its True Blood.

Next, the Xuanwu’s head exploded under fist light.

Even the manifestation of three mythical creatures couldn’t stop Qin Ming’s Fist Mark, all being dispersed.

Besides, his left palm also scraped down.

That fierce palm, like a corner of the sky collapsing, covered the magnificent night, the palm’s texture resembled many vast ravines crisscrossing, clearly visible.

Duan Yin’s Protective Divine Light seemed like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.

He continually coughed up blood, his body tossed up multiple times in the tumultuous Golden Radiance, currently bleeding from all seven orifices, suffering unimaginable severe harm.

"Body can’t withstand, can’t open distance." He was caught in a perilous situation.

Whenever he opened his mouth, blood would gush out, and his shiny black robe made from the highest-grade Netherworld Silk was now utterly tattered.

"Come again!" Qin Ming swiveled one foot in the air, deploying Fatian Xiangdi, his foot immense like a suspended island crashing down.

Duan Yin’s eyes shot Thunder Fire Light outward, he let out a low shout, Flying Immortal Light Rain soared, interweaved in the night sky, like dense light weaponry flying towards the opponent with whooshing sounds.

Some Flying Immortal Light Rain like flying shuttles aimed to pierce the opponent’s flesh, others elongated, transformed into slender and tough threads seeking to cut through the opponent.

Yet, as the Flying Immortal Light Rain rose, to dismember the opponent, they exploded apart with a boom.

Because Qin Ming’s body merges as Unity with his True Form, exhibiting a tendency invulnerable to All Laws.

He merely charged through, the sky-filled Flying Immortal Light exploded, scattering in all directions, then burning fiercely.

Qin Ming stamped one foot down, the Void seemed to crumble, dispersing the fog completely.

Duan Yin growled, teleporting repeatedly, flying backward constantly, yet each time the massive foot would chase, covering him below.

"Crackle!"

He had been struck, the amulet rupturing, blood splattered, internal bones cracking audibly.

Under the Night Fog, Duan Yin appeared ragged, disheveled hair, as pathetic as possible, his earlier dignified elegant image vanished entirely.

He continually tried various Secret Techniques, yet couldn’t break free from the opponent’s entanglement.

Seeing that huge palm crashing again, he had to accelerate his escape.

Duan Yin sighed, knowing he had made a fatal mistake; why battle in the field where the opponent excelled?