Sage Monarch

Bastard Seacliff was standing about nine meters away from Yang Qi.

"There's no need for any histrionics, Yang Qi. Stand up! I'm not going to take advantage of you because you're injured. In fact, I'll let you hit me three times before I do anything in response!"

Bastard Seacliff seemed to be holding back, almost as if he were worried about being injured by some desperate attack Yang Qi might unleash.

The truth was that he hadn't slaughtered the other experts to put on a show of might. He had actually been using that time to form an out-of-body incarnation to use in the final fight against Yang Qi. And the reason he wanted Yang Qi to hit him three times wasn't because of any sense of magnanimity, but rather because he wanted to see what Yang Qi was really capable of.

All of a sudden, Yang Qi's eyes snapped open. "You're really shameless, Bastard Seacliff. You claim you're giving me the chance to hit you three times out of a sense of magnanimity, but the reality is that you're actually scared of me."

"Say what you want," Bastard Seacliff replied, licking his lips. "The end result is that you're going to die. If you had kowtowed to me on the day we met and admitted the error of your ways, I might have been willing to train you. Make you into a truly formidable expert. Instead, you chose to oppose me. If I don't kill you today, how could I possibly maintain my authority? How would I keep everyone in line? What right could I claim to be the league-lord?"

"League-lord?" Yang Qi chuckled coldly. "You really think you're going to become the league-lord?"

"Who could possibly stop me? A mid Terrifying expert? Not even someone like that could stand up to me. My cultivation base is beyond the comprehension of someone like you."

With that Bastard Seacliff took two steps forward, his true energy pulsing as though he were about to probe Yang Qi's cultivation base.

As for Yang Qi, he didn't make any move whatsoever.

However, he did shiver, releasing what appeared to be a chaotic aura that he subsequently suppressed.

Inwardly, Bastard Seacliff was delighted. 'Great!' he thought. 'This guy really was hurt. I guess that mysterious guy in the mask must've been at about the same level as me. It's too bad I couldn't assimilate him. Well, considering the blow he landed, killing Yang Qi and assimilating him instead will bring similar benefits.'

"Stop playing possum!" he growled. "Get up and hit me three times. Hurry it up!"

Even as the words left his mouth, he reached out to grab Yang Qi. As of now, he didn't intend to give Yang Qi any chance to hit him, but planned to kill him in a single blow, which would hopefully impress all of the experts present. In fact, some people were inwardly nodding at his display of might, and didn't care at all that he was saying one thing and doing another. As far as they were concerned, that was how the league-lord should act.

RIP!

His hand landed firmly on the top of Yang Qi's head. It was almost unbelievable how things were playing out.

Most people had assumed that Yang Qi would leap forward and have a dramatic battle with Bastard Seacliff, possibly even crushing him. But instead, Bastard Seacliff landed a merciless blow on Yang Qi, who didn't even seem willing to fight back. It was a really big shock to everyone.

After all, the image of Yang Qi defeating three opponents who were virtually mid Terrifying experts was still fresh in their minds. How could someone like that be defeated so easily?

Just when everyone thought that Yang Qi was going to die, a sound echoed out that resembled metal grating on metal. Then, Bastard Seacliff backed up several paces, a look of astonishment on his face.

Meanwhile, a host of blood-colored souls appeared around him, exploding one after another.

"Excellent!" Yang Qi said, slowly rising to his feet. "I just destroyed your Blood Soul Art, completely nullifying what you did just moments ago. You were hoping to use an out-of-body incarnation to figure out my main moves, but unfortunately, that's not going to work. And now I'm about to show you what a real fist technique looks like."

Yang Qi had been acting weak in order to destroy Bastard Seacliff's empyrean energy and make it impossible for him to escape with his life.

Now he was ready to go on the offensive and kill him.

"You..." Bastard Seacliff said, his expression turning into one of terror. "You're not hurt at all! You were putting on an act, lulling me into confidence in order to destroy my energy art! Very clever. Were you also putting on a show when I struck you at the banquet when we first met?"

"What do you think?" Yang Qi replied. "Regardless, you're going to die today, no matter what. I'm not going to let a crafty and murderous god bastard like you live another day in this world."

Bastard Seacliff suddenly burst out laughing. "Even if you weren't hurt earlier, you're still going to have to fight. And my cultivation base is still higher than yours. If some random person could fight you to a draw, how strong could you possibly be? Even an invincible mid Terrifying expert wouldn't be able to beat me in a fight, much less kill me. Today, in the presence of all these heroes, I'm going to show you a truly consummate art from the House of God Bastards. Even if someone from the legion of gods were to come, I could use this to kill them!"

"I'm not going to waste any more words on you," Yang Qi said. "Prepare to die. I have other people to deal with besides you, you know."

It was hard to say what level Yang Qi's energy arts were at now. He had just absorbed some of the Mammoth King's God Whip, significantly improving his Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth. Thanks to his fight with the mysterious masked man, his fighting prowess had improved and his psychic scale had risen.

He was like a mighty tiger descended from the mountains as he unleashed a devastating attack on Bastard Seacliff.

During his fight with the masked man, he hadn't resorted to using the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, all because he was waiting for a possible clash with Bastard Seacliff. But now he had no reason to hold back, and was prepared to go all out.

"Boundless Tribulations and Kalpas!" he said, thrusting out his left hand in a palm strike. And his right hand clenched into a fist as he launched a devastating strike from the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth. "Eternal Suppression of Rivers and Mountains!"

This was a perfect combination of the Unspoiled Body and the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, something that no one in all of history had ever done.

Before, he would never have been able to do this, even with the Mahātmā Jade. But thanks to the purrling and the Great Necropolis, he was able to resolve all of his difficulties. His Purrfect God Art and Inheritor status had made it all possible.

Now, to settle his score with Bastard Seacliff, he was unleashing all of his energy arts and martial disciplines, including a perfect combination of opposites that contained the profundities of both the god world and the devil world.

Buzzzz.

All onlookers felt as though they were suffocating. Huangfu Genesis' face flickered with various expressions, and both Mu Renwang and Su Xin looked extremely serious as they watched Yang Qi unleash an attack that seemed capable of burying anything and everything.

Millions upon millions of blows rained down onto Bastard Seacliff, giving rise to primal-chaos and unleashing force that could destroy the barriers to the god world.

The sun and moon appeared; his left hand was the sun and his right hand was the moon!

POP!

Bastard Seacliff shot backward like a bullet, slamming down onto the fighting platform, where he coughed up a mouthful of blood. It was actually reminiscent of his initial encounter with Yang Qi, except the roles were reversed.

This was the first time since Yang Qi had become an Inheritor that he had actually used two killing moves as one. It was such a powerful combination that Bastard Seacliff wasn't even able to defend himself from it.

In fact, if Yang Qi had used this combination against the man in the mask, he wouldn't have been hurt at all. Even Yang Qi was surprised at the power he had unleashed.

"I refuse to believe this," Bastard Seacliff said. "How could your cultivation base be this powerful? How—" Before he could say anything else, the energy pulsing from Yang Qi became so intense that he couldn't speak. He felt like he was suffocating, and all of the true energy in him was being suppressed.

Drawing deeply on every ounce of energy he could muster, he tried using a consummate art from the House of God Bastards to fight back. But before he could, Yang Qi kicked him in the chest, sending him flying back with more blood spraying out of his mouth.

Yang Qi had just used a combination of moves, including Mammoth Tramples Hell from the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth and the Five Afflictions of the Deva from the Unspoiled Body, to land another devastating blow on Bastard Seacliff.