But they were like cats and mice, trailing far behind Ma Yu, watching his out-of-control state with sarcasm and smiles.
"Impossible! This way, I’ll be burned alive by them! You can’t just sit here waiting to die!"
Ma Yu’s inner turmoil grew more intense as his body continued to devour the Demon.
As he looked hopelessly toward returning to China, he suddenly turned around, no longer facing Selta and the others.
"Hmm?"
Gazing at Ma Yu’s back, everyone seed a bit perplexed.
But given their age and experience, they quickly deduced Ma Yu’s predicant.
Only Selta’s mocking smile could be heard: "Why don’t you run away, child? Relax, we won’t hurry until you’ve seen the land. I’m no mortal; when others find hope, I love to crush it. That despair when hope is strangled is the most delightful expression, hahahaha!"
As Selta spoke, the surrounding ancient God-monsters let out chuckles.
For creatures of their years, surprises were sparse.
In their view, tornting Ma Yu was a fine form of entertainnt!
However, faced with Selta’s mockery, Ma Yu’s heart began to calm. Perhaps he accepted that his end was near. He deeply inhaled, fixing his gaze, then roared with gravity: "Magic Seven Punches!"
With Ma Yu’s bellow, his fists suddenly struck at Selta, making him appear far beyond mortal strength.
"Interesting!"
Selta, a True God, reacted swiftly.
Though Ma Yu’s fists were faster than he anticipated, Selta effortlessly extended a hand to block.
"Child, is this what Mr. Yang taught you?" Hah, a bit disappointing! With a flick of Selta’s finger, a streak of blue fla shot forth, shattering Ma Yu’s festive spirit.
As for the other True Gods, they watched as if enjoying a play, folding their arms and relishing Ma Yu’s futile resistance.
In their eyes, any one of them could easily crush Ma Yu like an insolent child.
Let alone Selta, the strongest among them, an immortal being before their eyes.
Thus, they disdained engaging Ma Yu one-on-one.
Ma Yu noticed their contempt and found joy in it.
This disdain was exactly what Ma Yu wanted!
You see, Ma Yu was now unleashing the most potent Magic Seven Punches, once forbidden by Yang Tian.
Because the glorious Magic Seven Punches, when unleashed, could undoubtedly kill with untold collateral damage!
Yet these terrifying side effects made the Yellow Seven Split Fists’ power exceptionally astounding!
Back then, when Ma Yu lacked divine status and battled with David. It was with these Seven Dazzling Punches that Ma Yu narrowly defeated David, then the supre God.
Thus, at this mont, facing Selta, a True God, Ma Yu knew his chances were slim!
But Ma Yu also understood that there was only one shot. If he failed, it was over!
With this thought, Ma Yu’s focus sharpened, his entire skeletal fra emitting cracking sounds, as he silently intoned: "One split, two splits, three splits, four splits..."
"Child, what are you muttering? Praying, perhaps?"
Selta snorted at Ma Yu, then slowly extended a hand and said, "If you won’t attack, let do the honors."
As he spoke, Selta’s outstretched palm roared to life, once again erupting with the sa blue flas as before, but this ti transforming into a giant fiery feather, blazing fiercely.
The heat seed to scorch all it touched!
At that mont, Ma Yu abruptly raised his head to stare directly at the fire and feather, then sneered at Selta: "Go to hell." The final Chapter of Magic Yellow Seven Split Fist—Seven Split Fist’s devastation!
Click!
Suddenly, Ma Yu’s divine presence, initially just a God-level force, surged dramatically to True God status as he struck toward Selta.
Faced with Ma Yu’s transformation, Selta barely reacted. The flas that had only just condensed in his palm were shattered by Ma Yu, and his chest was hamred like a massive mallet.
This turn of events left the surrounding ancient monsters astounded.
No one could have imagined that Ma Yu, once seen as rely a mischievous ant, could suddenly wield such formidable power.
For a mont, they were stunned.
But Ma Yu didn’t care about their shock. His focus was purely on Selta!
Once the Magic Yellow Seven Split Fist was invoked, there was no turning back!
Ma Yu didn’t know when his strength would dissipate, so he could only aim to kill.
"Selta, how dare you end him?" Stop it!"
In blind rage, Selta extinguished Ma Yu in a burst of annihilation fla, enveloping him completely.
The surrounding Gods and monsters were shocked.
After all, what they desired was a living Ma Yu, as only a living Ma Yu could solve Yang Tian’s mystery.
If Ma Yu was dead, wouldn’t they gain nothing?
Just then, Selta, still enraged, sneered: "Too late! An ant dares to harm ? Naturally, they must die for their sins. Once the extinction fla is unleashed, if the body within hasn’t been burned, it won’t extinguish!"
"Besides, what’s the loss in three deaths? It’s no big deal!"
With a snort, Selta turned and walked away.
Though the other God-level ancient monsters were displeased with his actions, Selta was, after all, the strongest amongst them. And as he ntioned earlier, losing one of three wouldn’t hinder them from unraveling Yang Tian’s secrets.
So they suppressed their dissatisfaction and prepared to leave.
But then, in that mont, an ancient monster caught sight of a figure flashing amidst the blue destruction fla and murmured: "Who’s that?"
At the sound, the others turned to look, curiosity piqued.
The blue extinction fla fluttered, revealing an empty area. In this void, a white-robed man stood, his back to them, beside the supposedly dead Ma Yu. The annihilation fla burned fervently but could not approach Ma Yu—as though repelled. Everything was bizarre. Truly bizarre!
Selta, the wielder of the extinction fire, naturally found the sight peculiar and swiftly turned to investigate.
To his astonishnt, he couldn’t fathom any trace of power or oppression from the white-robed figure. If not for the fact that the man hovered amidst flas and extinction without harm, Selta might have mistaken him for an ordinary human.
If there were anything peculiar, it was undoubtedly this aura of otherworldly anomaly!
Selta imdiately scoffed: "Soone’s co to rescue the ant? Who are you?"
Save Ma Yu?
The other ancient monsters perked up at the statent.
But excitent brewed alongside curiosity!
The one coming to save Ma Yu was unfamiliar, seeming unrecognizable among cultivators of their domain—perhaps another descendant of Yang Tian!
Though unsure if Ma Yu was alive, for them, the appearance of another disciple of Yang Tian was surely a boon.
Ard with these thoughts, their gazes turned fierce as they evaluated the white-robed figure.
Yet the white-robed figure neither acknowledged Selta’s words nor reacted to the piercing gazes of the others. He remained indifferent. Instead, his hand rested carefully on Ma Yu’s head, seemingly performing so sort of healing.
To Selta, this scene was infuriating!
Who was this man?
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