Chapter 61 What of the Power of Heaven and Earth?

"Hmph, old man Huandu's trick is only good for frightening little children, all show and no substance. If my big sister were here, she could tear this poisonous miasma apart with her bare hands!"

Upon seeing this, Tushan Yaya curled her lip with a look of utter disdain.

"Oh, is that so? Then, O divine healer, since your big sister is not here right now, do you have any brilliant method of your own to break through this miasma meant for frightening children?"

Wangquan Zui slanted a glance at Tushan Yaya.

"I..."

Tushan Yaya opened her mouth, stopping short with unuttered words.

It was true that her big sister, Tushan Honghong, could use her Soul-Insulating Claws to tear open a passage with her bare hands, but the problem was she herself did not possess the Soul-Insulating Claws!

Besides, Huandu Qingtian was, after all, the monarch of this region, and his demonic power was far beyond what her current self could hope to match.

If she tried to force her way through with her present strength, she wouldn't be able to escape at all!

Seeing her expression, Wangquan Zui knew immediately that this little vixen was boasting again.

At this thought, the look in her eyes practically rolled up into the heavens.

"Alright, little sister, stop fooling around. Use the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman to summon your two senior martial brothers over."

"Awoo, alright..."

Wangquan Zui acknowledged, then walked over to the fronts of Shitang and Chihuo.

"Hey, lend me your backs for a moment."

Without waiting for the two of them to reply, Wangquan Zui slapped the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talisman onto their backs with lightning speed before they could even react.

"It will probably still take some time for those two to sense this."

Wangquan Baye withdrew his gaze, then looked somewhat regretfully at the disposable replica of the Wangquan Sword forged by Li Qizhuo in his hand.

What a pity, the Wangquan Sword in his possession was merely a replica.

If it were the genuine Wangquan Sword, he surely would have been able to raise a storm today.

"Let's send them out first. Otherwise, with them here, we will have to divide our focus to look after them."

"Mhm." Wangquan Baye nodded.

"Ignorant brats, wanting to leave? Too late!"

Huandu Qingtian let out a cold snort. With a wave of his hand, multiple different palm strikes came hurtling from various directions toward Yang Qingyuan and Wangquan Baye.

"The Body of Myriad Poisons? Resorting to such heavy blows right off the bat?"

Yang Qingyuan raised an eyebrow. Looking at these attacks coming from all directions, he thought to himself that this seemed somewhat different from the script...

"Everyone, be careful!"

Dongfang Huazhu let out a sharp cry, then bit her finger to summon the legendary demon-slaying divine fire—the Pure-Stint Solar Flame.

Yet, although the Pure-Stint Solar Flame was reputed to be the bane of all demons, the summoner's own spiritual power was simply too weak.

Compared to the unfathomable Body of Myriad Poisons wielded by the demon monarch Huandu Qingtian, the tiny flame summoned by Dongfang Huazhu was practically negligible.

Seeing that Dongfang Huazhu couldn't even withstand a single palm strike, Wangquan Baye fiercely drew his sword, cutting off Dongfang Huazhu's divine fire while using the momentum to spin around and slash toward the massive poisonous palm with a single stroke.

Clang!

Accompanied by a sword Qi unleashed by Wangquan Baye, Huandu Qingtian's poisonous palm was instantly split in two.

However, even though this one was severed, there were still numerous other attacks coming from other directions left unaddressed.

Yet the replica of the Wangquan Sword, having repeatedly come into contact with Huandu Qingtian's demonic poison and the Pure-Stint Solar Flame, could no longer withstand Wangquan Baye's ferocious and unmatched Wangquan Sword Technique.

"How is it? The sword is failing again, right? I told you, that kid's forging skills really still need improvement."

"Agreed, this time I'm siding with you."

Wangquan Baye discarded the corroded replica of the Wangquan Sword in his hand, his gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally past the backs of Chihuo and Shitang.

"Then let me swap in."

Yang Qingyuan's gaze narrowed slightly. Wielding the Halberd of Heavenly Punishment, he gathered lightning onto the shaft and lashed out consecutively at the poisonous palms approaching from different directions.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

Within just a few moves, Huandu Qingtian's attacks were completely shattered by Yang Qingyuan.

"This... How is this possible?!! He actually blocked so many attacks from Father's Body of Myriad Poisons?!!" Huandu Luolan cried out in utter shock and disbelief.

Upon seeing this, Huandu Qingtian likewise frowned.

Although he had only made a casual gesture earlier, this human wielding the halberd actually seemed quite thorny to deal with...

Had humans of these past two years really become this remarkable?

With this thought, Huandu Qingtian struck out fiercely once again.

Though it was still a blow originating from the Body of Myriad Poisons, this time, Huandu Qingtian was genuinely serious.

This palm contained not only the toxic power of the Body of Myriad Poisons but also the natural forces of this Southern Kingdom.

"Not good! That old monster is mobilizing the natural forces of the Southern Kingdom!"

Tushan Yaya had often witnessed Tushan Honghong utilizing the natural forces of Tushan, making her exceptionally sensitive to the aura of natural energy.

Thus, the moment Huandu Qingtian made his move, she had already perceived it.

"Natural forces?!!"

Wangquan Baye's expression shifted slightly.

He knew that this strike was probably no longer on the same magnitude as the previous ones.

One must know, within the Wangquan Sword Technique, there had always been only one move that required borrowing the power of nature, and that was the Sword of Nature!

As for its destructive power...

At this thought, Wangquan Baye did not dare to hesitate even for a moment longer.

"You two, stop watching the show! Fourth brother, draw your sword!"

"Coming right up!"

Following two consecutive flashes of golden light, two figures suddenly burst forth from the backs of Chihuo and Shitang, emerging from the Thousand-Mile Tracking Talismans.

These two figures were naturally the summoned brothers, Li Qizhuo and Li Zizai.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, even the usually glib Li Qizhuo uttered not a single frivolous word at this moment.

"Apertures, open! Eldest brother, catch the sword!"

"Qingyuan, help me block for a while!"

Yang Qingyuan turned his head and glanced behind him to see the sky densely packed with disposable replicas of the Wangquan Sword forged by Li Qizhuo.

He knew that Wangquan Baye was about to use that move.

"Mhm, alright, take your time preparing, I'll handle this." Yang Qingyuan nodded.

"Hey, are you really going to be fine? That's the power of nature itself..."

Tushan Yaya looked at Yang Qingyuan with a hint of worry in her eyes.

She was thinking that if things came to it, she would simply expose her identity and save Yang Qingyuan and his group first.

Anyway, once the old monster Huandu recognized her identity, out of consideration for her big sister, he certainly wouldn't do anything to her...

"So what if it's the power of nature?"

A confident smile curved the corner of Yang Qingyuan's mouth.

He swung the Halberd of Heavenly Punishment behind his back, circulated his spiritual power, concentrated all of it in his throat, and then suddenly unleashed a torrent of raging flames right toward the oncoming poisonous palm!

Hiss, hiss, hiss!!!

The moment the flames made contact with Huandu Qingtian's attack, they instantly produced a hair-raising sound.

The attack from the Body of Myriad Poisons, which even Dongfang Huazhu's Pure-Stint Solar Flame could not resist, was actually stopped dead in its tracks by the unknown flames exhaled by Yang Qingyuan!