Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan’s roar halted. The remaining echoes were drowned out by the exploding techniques.

The other direct disciples all eased up inside. The roar did not pose any threat, but they still found it to be slightly disturbing.

Only Dai Mengfan’s heart tightened. She felt the aura of death in the air grow so thick that it already seemed tangible, making her stomach lurch. She even stopped devoting a fraction of her strength to attacking, spending half of her powers to divine and the other half to prepare to flee.

Under the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes, a sea of fire burned, the fierce winds danced, and the sharp blades raged.

Li Qingshan stood in the centre of the sea of fire, allowing the blades to slash him and the winds to lash him. His long, black hair swayed wildly in the wind and fire.

He had already shrunk several dozen times, becoming only three metres tall. He was no longer half-man, half-beast either. Apart from the curved ox horns and slightly-blue skin, he had basically turned back into human form.

However, compared to the size of a normal human, he was still at least two or three times wider. His chest was like the city gate and his legs were like pillars, while his arms were basically even thicker than his legs, virtually drooping down to the ground. He was completely unclothed with only a large string of prayer beads hanging over his shoulder. His muscles rippled like they were about to explode, seemingly forged from metal.

Before he knew it, the malice on him had completely dissipated. All of his emotions had settled down, becoming unmoving and peaceful. Even his face had become especially broad—thick eyebrows, a wide nose bridge, a large mouth—he even seemed a little simple-minded.

However, just by standing there, the feeling he gave off was like a mountain, unshakeable and indestructible. No matter how the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance powered the formation, he was unable to shrink him any further.

“Then I’ll beat you all to death!”

Li Qingshan raised his head. His voice boomed out from his particularly broad chest, which also seemed especially deep and coarse, like a rumble from the depths of the earth.

With that, he made his way towards a direct disciple.

Under the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance’s suppression, his movements became extremely sluggish, but he only needed a single step to emerge from the cluster of attacks and arrive before the direct disciple. He raised his thick arm in the process and threw a punch.

The direct disciple had yet to realise what had happened when the sky suddenly darkened and a black mountain appeared right before his eyes. Then he took a huge punch to the chest.

Afterwards, the black mountain vanished again, and the sky cleared up once more. He blinked his eyes. Cracks spread from his chest. Blinding light shone from within the black cracks.

Boom! His Yang Soul exploded, illuminating the surrounding region.

Only at that moment did the direct disciples sense an aura of violence and unruliness fill the surroundings.

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