He stared at Ye Tian and said in a deep voice, "You injured the junior disciples from the mountain?"
Ye Tian replied, "I didn't kill him, which was already merciful. Hurry up and move aside, or I'll deal with you too!"
He had come to kill, so he showed no courtesy to these people.
The middle-aged monk sneered, "Arrogant! Take this palm strike!"
As he unleashed a palm, Ye Tian met it with his own. With a dull thud, immense spiritual energy surged into the opponent's body, instantly destroying his meridians and chakras. The middle-aged monk let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.
Ye Tian continued upwards, finally reaching the peak. The peak was not large, but it was planted with many flowers and plants, with three temples in the center.
At this moment, a middle-aged monk was sitting in the central temple, his eyes closed, holding prayer beads, and chanting silently.
Upon seeing this monk, Ye Tian knew he was extremely powerful. No wonder those people dared to target Baozhi Company. In their eyes, this master was nothing. After all, how strong could he be compared to Yuan Zhen?
"Yuan Zhen, I am Ye Tian, the one you were planning to make disappear. You didn't expect me to find you, did you?"
The middle-aged monk opened his eyes and said calmly, "They did mention you, saying there was a young man with great strength, and if they made a move, you would retaliate fiercely. It's good that you came to me first. If I eliminate you, all trouble will be gone."
With that, he unleashed a palm strike from mid-air. Ye Tian had no time to dodge and was struck in the chest. His chest caved in, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and knelt on the ground.
Yuan Zhen looked at Ye Tian with surprise, "You can withstand my palm strike. It seems you have already reached the Human Immortal realm. Remarkable, but unfortunately, this old monk must help you transcend."
As Ye Tian wiped the blood, he swallowed two spirit elixirs and pills made from Suanni blood. A surge of spiritual energy dissolved, rapidly healing his injuries and also increasing his power.
"Yuan Zhen, I thought you were merely a Human Immortal. It seems your cultivation is far more profound than I anticipated!"
Yuan Zhen chuckled, "My cultivation is roughly equivalent to the Divine Aperture realm among your Human Immortals. It is impossible for you to defeat me. Little one, do you have any last words before you die?"
Ye Tian nodded, "Yes. You bald thief, how do you wish to die?"
Yuan Zhen's smile vanished, and he said calmly, "Since you have nothing more to say, this old monk will send you on your way."
He raised his hand, preparing to strike again. But Ye Tian also moved, a talisman appearing in his hand – the very talisman drawn by the True Monarch of Maoshan.
Spiritual energy surged into the talisman, transforming it into a sword-shaped golden light that shot towards Yuan Zhen.
Yuan Zhen was greatly alarmed. He channeled all his power, formed hand seals, and created a circular, pale golden shield in front of him.
"Boom!"
The golden light shattered the shield. Yuan Zhen was violently shaken, his arms fractured, and blood seeped from his eyes.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Ye Tian mobilized the immortal energy within all his cells. His four spiritual apertures roared in unison, unleashing his full power – the fifth form of the Hundred Pace Divine Fist!
"Pfft!"
A fist imprint crushed Yuan Zhen's chest bones, causing it to cave in. Yuan Zhen grunted. Astonishment and rage flickered in his eyes as he roared, "You little beast, you actually managed to injure this old monk! Die!"
With his words, he instantly teleported in front of Ye Tian and reached out to grab him.
Ye Tian used the Ghost God Step, flashing behind him and landing another punch on his body. At this moment, the power of the Suanni blood had manifested, making his strength several times greater than before!
"Crack!"
With the second punch, Yuan Zhen's lumbar spine was broken. He screamed and fell to the ground. Ye Tian followed up with several kicks, completely snapping his spine.
"Ling Qi!"
Yuan Zhen let out a fierce roar. His skull suddenly split open, and a golden light erupted from it, transforming into a golden figure the size of a fist, with its hands clasped in meditation, emitting waves of Buddhist chants.
Ye Tian's primordial spirit was immediately shaken, and he almost fainted. Gritting his teeth, he spat out his inner core. The inner core, enveloped in purple light, transformed into a dragon-shaped purple light and lunged at the golden figure.