Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Saint Rinushka wasn't a man that Ryu was intimately familiar with. In fact, he had only met him once. The trouble was that he had killed his youngest disciple, he still remembered how annoying that little bastard was. Of course, he didn't know his background at the time and it was only Aantha, Mae's cousin, who had informed him... not that it would have made much of a difference.

He killed who he wanted to kill.

Unfortunately, the issue with being so disobedient was the fact that someone would always come to demand a debt. At moments like these, he almost felt that Primus was a bit noble. It was too bad that he was also a spineless piece of trash.

Pierthorn looked at his hand, somewhat astonished.

At first, he couldn't believe his luck. He had recognized Ryu long ago. Due to this man, he had gone from a person that stood on top of the world and whom not a single soul dared to offend, to a man who had spent the better part of the last two years on the run.

Under his master's influence he had offended a lot of people, but no one that he couldn't deal with personally, he wasn't that shameless. The trouble wasn't who he had offended, but rather who his master had offended.

As a Transcendent Sky God that had ridden on the heads of many Omniscient Sky Gods, it was safe to say that the Saint had a great number of enemies. He had obviously thought that Aika would just be one more to this number, but who would have expected that not only would his clone die, but Aika would even be able to use a mysterious method to target his real body at the same time.

This left his first disciple carrying a heavy weight. As the saying went, a master for a day was a father for a lifetime, and unfortunately it was the Fate of the son to carry on the sins of his father. This was the reality of it all. He had benefited from his master's umbrella, and because he had, he had to deal with the consequences. This was Karma.

Even so, that didn't mean that he was happy about it.

The opening of the Complete Heavenly Path provided him an opportunity to flee all of this. So long as he made it to the Seventh Heaven, he could join a small Sect of Mental Realm Masters and continue his path forward. Even if he had to take a hit to his prestige, or become only a disciple in name, he would welcome it with open arms.

So, he had snuck in with a carefully organized disguise, only releasing it after he had entered. What he hadn't expected was that the moment he had, his enemy would come falling from the skies right into his lap. This was even more surprising considering right before he entered, it had seemed like Ryu wouldn't be able to make an entry.

The best part about this was that Jojo had threatened to kill him, so the Dao Sovereign wouldn't even come after him!

Of course, his real enemy was Aika, but would he admit that? Did he stand a chance against Aika? Plus, it was this man who had killed his kid junior brother, and it was also because of this man that his master had to insult such an existence. He deserved to die!

So ...why hadn't he?

While it was true that Pierthorn had only entered the Sky God Realm with his mind and not yet with his Qi Realm or Body Realm, a palm strike from him, especially one carrying the laws he could mobilize now, should have been enough to eviscerate someone who had just entered the World Sea Realm, especially when they were already so heavily injured.

But not only had he failed, his palm even... hurt?

He looked down at his hand again after taking a look at Ryu. It was bloodied with the latter's blood, but it was also shaking, his wrist had even seemed to be a only moment away from snapping.

'What kind of body...'

Pierthorn's gaze trembled. He realized at that moment. How could the descendant of a Dao Sovereign not have an extreme amount of talent? How could Ryu's body be normal?

'I need to go all out. If someone witnesses this...'

The current location wasn't exactly hidden. They were in a rocky land, and there were many mountains in the distance. There was some sparse greenery, if they could even be called that. They were far more grey and brown than they were green. At the same time, there was this odd pressure above as though it was leading people by the nose, dangling a piece of meat before them just far enough away that they couldn't fully understand what was happening.

There was no region for him to disappear quickly outside of the mountains, but they weren't a range, but were rather far more spread out than was usual for such a group. Speed wasn't his forte, so this would be dicey. The only choice was to crush Ryu with his full force as quickly as possible.

He stopped holding back. Retracting and flicking his palm, his Spiritual Qi surged.

Ryu immediately tried to pull out his God Treasure, but that failed. That mysterious energy dangling a piece of meat almost slapped him out of the skies, and not long later he crashed and rolled along the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

He didn't stay there, immediately rolling up to his feet, but he had only just when he grabbed his head, roaring out in pain.

Pierthorn's Spiritual Qi was fast, descending without technique first and crashing into Ryu's mind.

"What?!"

Pierthorn's eyes widened. He had begun preparing a true technique out of pure habit, he hadn't thought he would need it. But the fact Ryu was screaming meant that he still wasn't dead.

"What kind of mental defences could possibly protect a Soul Ascension Realm expert from me?!"