Daily life of a cultivation judge

The dome grew as it covered a ten-kilometer radius around them. A translucent floor was formed beneath their feet. Other than the floor the rest of the dome took a light greenish hue and had a feel of nature to it.

"We can go all out without worry of damaging the places below us or injuring bystanders," said Yang Qing as he casually began to take a step forward which inadvertently made the three men take a step back.

Yang Qing's move added a new level of fear they did not expect. They could distinctively feel that they would struggle to break out of the barrier he had cast and for some reason, whilst in that dome, they felt like they were in a separate world. Creating mysterious realms and small worlds was something only those at the late stages of the domain realm and above could do with the help of countless treasures with space attributes and strong vitality.

"This…" the orange-red-haired man could not even complete his sentence as he grimly held his sword.

Even the golden-haired man did not have the confident look he wore the whole time since Yang Qing's arrival.

They all had the same thoughts and it was whether Yang Qing was a domain expert pretending he was just a first-stage palace realm expert.

"This isn't a real small world. It's just the effects of a perfected cultivation art that effectively draws out my abilities," Yang Qing lightly said seemingly reading their thoughts.

"Maybe I can gain insights into improving the brilliant ray fist cultivation art with them and share some of those insights with Peng Zhen," Yang Qing silently muttered.

The brilliant ray fist cultivation art was a low-rank blue-grade cultivation art that he had improved on from a low-rank orange-grade cultivation art called the meteor raining fists. He had shared the cultivation art with Peng Zhen to help him in his life and death duels with the students from the institute during his sentencing.

Though the brilliant ray fist cultivation art was primarily a fist art but when Yang Qing created it, he transformed it into a wholesome art that in addition to fist moves had other variations to it other than just the fist. It was a technique that emphasized speed with force.

"I won't be needing this either," said Yang Qing as the bamboo stick transformed into a light that disappeared into his robe.

His whole demeanor didn't seem to change as he seemed rather casual but deep within the recess of his eyes his pupils had changed color from dark to golden pupils that had flame-like waves in them.

Alarm bells went all over the bodies of the three men.

"Dawn of autumn,"

"Mad bull's descent,"

The orange-red-haired man and the elderly man muttered respectively as their bodies underwent huge transformations.

The orange-red-haired man had transformations in his body. His hair transformed into red vines that spread from his head to the rest of his body. His sword had a woodier feel to it with a red-orange glint on its edge.

Yang Qing could detect a drastic increase in temperature and vitality from the orange-red-haired man.

As for the elderly man, his gaunt appearance changed as he transformed into a middle-aged man with a massive physique. His skin turned darker almost iron-like. On his right hand was a one-hand axe that looked rusty that slowly started producing a red-black baleful aura that spread from the edges of the axe to its hilt till it finally started covering the elderly man like a cloak. His look transformed into a maddened beast of slaughter.

As for the golden-haired man even though there was no change to him but despite that, he was the one who seemed to be the thorniest of the bunch for Yang Qing to deal with. He was covered in high-grade defensive artifacts such as a platinum circlet he had on which was a middle-rank monarch-grade artifact and the robe that had defensive arrays inscribed on it.

"His rank doesn't seem to be low in the Golden bamboo pavilion," muttered Yang Qing as he looked at the fan in the golden-haired young man's hands. It was made of purple feathers and seemed to be releasing undulating waves typical of a high-rank monarch-grade weapon.

"I wonder if I can break them." Yang Qing malevolently grinned as he charged at them. He had transformed into a flaming white light.

Boom!!

An explosive gong sound was created when he slammed his fist against the wing-like gold sand shield that had appeared in front of the golden-haired man. The defensive shield seemed to be an automatic response from the circlet on his head.

There were small cracks on the gold sand shield but it had managed to block the sudden blow from Yang Qing.

"If one blow won't do it then what about a hundred," said Yang Qing.

But just as he was about to strike again the elderly man's attack and the orange-red-haired man's attacks arrived simultaneously.

A black-red wave-like hundred-meter streak that reeked of blood and corrosion charged at Yang Qing from his left side while to his right there was an ocean of orange-red leaves with ferocious sharpness that were aiming to swallow him whole and dice him apart.

Anyone of these attacks could cleave through a whole city and cause tremendous destruction in its wake. A peak core formation expert would be rendered immobile just from the pressure they were releasing while a palace stage cultivator who had just broken through would do all they could to avoid facing the attack head-on.

Yang Qing barely moved as he took on their attacks.

He swatted the incoming red streak upwards as he effortlessly shuttled around the incoming leaves with extreme speed and precision that he seemed like a thin streak of white light. With every evasion, he destroyed every leaf he passed.

Within a few breaths, the ocean of leaves had already collapsed with Yang Qing rapidly charging at the orange-red-haired man.

"Brilliant hundred-finger descent," Yang muttered as his index finger struck the orange-red-haired man in rapid succession.

Yang Qing's finger strikes moved so fast that they seemed to blur into hundreds of fingers.

The orange-red-haired man kept swinging his sword all around as he defended himself from the strikes that came from different trajectories.

Every strike made his sword creak and his body tremble from the sheer weight of the force. After a dozen strikes his palms were already bleeding and he seemed to be struggling to keep up with the speed attacks.

Soon a couple of them breached his defense as small finger-sized holes appeared on different parts of his body. Luckily thanks to his special physique they kept healing immediately after.

"Interesting ability but I'm afraid it's not enough," Yang Qing softly said as he increased the speed and intensity of his attacks.

However, his attacks paused midway due to a bird's screeching sound behind him. The pause came as a relief for the orange-red-haired man whose whole robe was now covered in holes filled with blood.