Chapter 1289: 9 Cries

Number Nine bared his teeth, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white, cold-shining fangs, and charged directly at the Martial Maniac, clearly intending to sever his leg.

In the Yang World, amidst the renowned mountains and great rivers, the reawakened peak-level old monsters, who could witness the decisive battle in the Abandoned Land Beyond the Heavens, all opened their mouths, their expressions strange.

"What kind of move was this?" Everyone was speechless. This was a battle against the most overbearing Martial Maniac in history, and he was just going to rush up and bite his leg?

Within the chaotic mist, the Martial Maniac's figure was indistinct, but his pale golden pupils shone with an intense coldness as he stared at Number Nine.

With a whoosh, he extended a hand, his palm and fingers glowing softly, yet it shattered the extra-territorial Great Dao, displaying boundless dominance. With a thunderous roar, it seemed to pierce through eternity.

This scene was terrifying, causing all the beings emerging from the forbidden lands to frown and feel a chill.

In the Abandoned Land Beyond the Heavens, the Martial Maniac's palm strike was irresistible, scattering endless fragments of rules and obliterating the traces of the Great Dao, leaving him as the sole figure standing in the world!

In that instant, he seemed to transcend eternity, becoming the sole existence in all the heavens, looking down upon past, present, and future, with only he himself supremely above.

"Gold-Cutting Jade-Slicing Hand!"

In a renowned mountain, an incredibly ancient entity whispered. In his heyday, when he reigned supreme over an era, he had once witnessed the newly risen Martial Maniac.

At that time, the Martial Maniac was developing his own cultivation methods, and this very palm technique was among them, astounding even the ancient entity, who eventually turned and departed.

Later, he indeed witnessed the era when the Martial Maniac dominated the world!

The Gold-Cutting Jade-Slicing Hand cuts primordial gold and severs chaos jade, both among the rarest and most precious materials in this world, incredibly hard.

Even in his youth, the Martial Maniac, still young, was already researching how to break primordial gold and chaos jade with his bare hands, showcasing his terrifying prowess when he first emerged.

Now, after so many years, it was hard to imagine to what extent he had developed this palm technique!

However, through this current strike, some old monsters discerned clues: this was an invincible palm print. It was as if with a turn of his hand, the universe was annihilated, and with another, all the stars fell and perished.

With just one palm, he blocked Number Nine, forcing him to channel his vital energy to pierce the sky, explode the desolate star sea, and resist with all his might.

The Martial Maniac's palm strike was terrifying; every line on his palm and fingers was visible, and within each line lay vast and boundless landscapes of mountains, rivers, and valleys!

Even the powerhouses of the Buddhist clan, upon seeing it, felt their hair stand on end; this palm strike was stronger than their own "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm."

Furthermore, the Martial Maniac's palm lines contained unique Great Dao patterns belonging solely to him.

Within each pattern, there was either thunder echoing from heavenly mountains, overwhelming yin energy, or eternal light, resembling a divine realm.

A single pattern encompassed an entire new world of mountains and rivers, with stars swirling, infinitely terrifying.

It was precisely because of this that, with a mere flick of his hand, he shattered all the rules and the Great Dao's trajectory in the Abandoned Land Beyond the Heavens, leaving only his own Dao eternal.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Number Nine unleashed his fists, continuously clashing with the Martial Maniac's palm. The blinding light that erupted between them truly shocked everything in heaven and on earth.

At this moment, the energy from Number Nine's punches was terrifying. Each strike pierced through the starry sky; had the Martial Maniac not intercepted them, they would have certainly shattered all creation, unstoppable by anything!

His punches were incredibly fast and dense, eventually resembling torrents of starlight cascading down, boundless and overwhelming everything.

Phoenixes cried out, and immortal birds spread their wings. Feathers unfurled around the Martial Maniac, making him appear dazzling, like an immortal bird emperor returning from nirvana. With a gentle flap of his wings, the starry sky collapsed, the Abandoned Land dimmed, and the radiance of all stars extinguished!

Furthermore, a Wheel of Time shimmered above this humanoid immortal bird. The two combined, making nothing unbreakable.

In the Abandoned Land Beyond the Heavens, there were already numerous prehistoric remains, including peerless powerhouses of past eras, and even ultimate beings had perished here.

But now, as the Martial Maniac's immortal bird feathers unfurled and his Wheel of Time rotated, blood mist splattered in the surrounding areas. The remains of ancient, supreme beings exploded, pulverized into paste, and ground into bone fragments!

Yet, Number Nine blocked it head-on, his legs swinging as if the Great Dao itself descended from the sky, blasting open the Martial Maniac's sole Dao trajectory and charging forward.

In an instant, the Martial Maniac changed his attack technique again. His entire body turned ink-black, even dyeing the chaotic energy, yet golden light erupted from within.

With a rumble, he split into seven, and seven Martial Maniacs appeared simultaneously. Then, the wondrous technique evolved further, and his main body split again, with another seven Martial Maniacs reappearing.

And then, the Martial Maniac's main body split yet again!

This scene shocked all corners of the Yang World. Some old monsters were terrified, their hair standing on end, covered in goosebumps. This was the Martial Maniac's ultimate trump card—the Seven Death Bodies!

This sight frightened many, filling powerhouses everywhere with dread.

Though both were Seven Death Bodies, this was far more powerful than the version displayed by Li Chentian, a junior among his disciples and grand-disciples. At that time, Li Chentian had only manifested seven Great Sages; how many of himself was the Martial Maniac manifesting now?

People immediately understood how the Martial Maniac had been able to slay mythical beings of legend: this was his confidence, his capital for invincibility!

No wonder there had always been rumors in the Yang World that during the years of his disappearance, the Martial Maniac might have gone to challenge reincarnation, or that he had ventured into the Great Underworld. Now, it seemed these claims were not groundless; his foundation was simply too formidable.

During the long period of his disappearance, he might not have spent all his time in secluded cultivation; it was possible he had been involved in other matters. If proven true, it could be incredibly sensational.

"In which realms has he cultivated the Seven Death Bodies? Perhaps today we can glimpse the full extent and discern the true depth of his cultivation!"

An old monster whispered.

Beings from forbidden zones also squinted, gazing intently, secretly assessing his true terrifying capabilities.

In a single realm, the Seven Death Bodies could undergo a maximum of seven transformations. If one cultivated two realms to perfection, that would be fourteen transformations. So, how many of himself was the Martial Maniac displaying now?

Old Gu had mentioned that Li had once spoken of something with great solemnity.

If the Martial Maniac could cultivate the Seven Death Bodies to seven transformations in all realms, he would be invincible throughout the world, unbeatable in ancient times, present, and future, with no one capable of restraining him!

"Count carefully, see if he's perfected it, how many Seven Death Bodies has he condensed!" A creature from a certain forbidden land also spoke, its expression extremely solemn.

"To confirm it clearly, the premise is that this must indeed be his true body; otherwise, it's meaningless," another being said in a low voice.

Such beings were extremely dangerous, rarely appearing in ordinary times, and had spent immensely long periods in deathly silence. Their current conversation was truly rare.

The manifestation of the Seven Death Bodies was truly world-shattering. This was a peerless technique, with dozens of Martial Maniacs appearing simultaneously and charging towards Number Nine.

People speculated that the number of Martial Maniacs he had split into was significantly more than when he fought Li back then, implying a surge in his strength!

Some old monsters felt a chill down their spines and sighed inwardly. No wonder a mythical powerhouse, sleeping in a mountain renowned throughout the Yang World for ages, had been slaughtered. The Martial Maniac's sudden use of such a method was truly unsolvable.

With dozens of Martial Maniacs appearing at once, who in the world could possibly contend against them?

This was the current situation: they simultaneously moved to suppress Number Nine, each with a Wheel of Time appearing above their heads, shaking this realm!

Number Nine roared, his body radiating boundless terror, his energy surging. His eyes were as cold as two icy beams from hell. He became wildly demonic, his hair disheveled, resisting with all his might.

Behind him, a colossal Yin-Yang Diagram spun, its roar deafening.

In a blur, it was as if a vast white ocean and a black sea were mutually attracted, revolving—the opposing halves of Yin and Yang, with the tumultuous roar of the Great Dao.

Especially, at the Yin-Yang dividing line, a smooth sword intent surged forth, as if a single sword strike had severed all ages, solidifying past, present, and future.

This was an abruptly appearing artistic conception!

As the Yin-Yang Diagram violently roared and spun, its dividing line released such an inexplicable ripple of sword intent.

As a result, all dozens of charging Martial Maniacs narrowly avoided being drawn into that special artistic conception.

That dividing line seemed to be rending open heaven and earth, carving out a special world-space to seal everything.

The Martial Maniac roared, his body taut. The dozens of figures that had charged out were all scattered by his own true body, transforming into dozens of streams of vital energy that reversed their course and returned.

The Seven Death Bodies were forced to disperse; he was compelled to reverse his profound technique and reabsorb all the divided bodies!

This shocked everything in heaven and on earth. All powerhouses felt their scalps tingle. Number Nine had actually cracked the Seven Death Bodies in this manner?

One had to know, those weren't just seven Martial Maniacs, but a whole horde, so fast that people couldn't even count how many there were before they charged to kill Number Nine.

In the end, however, it was the Martial Maniac himself who voluntarily dissolved the Seven Death Bodies and recalled them all.

"Good heavens, what is the origin of this Great Demon King, Number Nine? What is the significance of the Yin-Yang Diagram behind him? I feel it's boundlessly terrifying; there seems to be a profound secret within that diagram."

In the renowned mountains, old monsters let out long, startled sighs, utterly baffled.

When Number Nine saw the lingering sword intent that had erupted from the Yin-Yang Diagram's dividing line, he felt a surge of melancholy.

This sword intent was merely a trace, not a true stored essence, yet it had manifested today, truly leaving him somewhat distracted and bewildered.

"Coming from the unknown, returning to the unknown, fearless!" the Martial Maniac growled.

He realized that the special sword intent within the dividing line was peculiar, just like his Seven Death Bodies, not to be used casually. He remained unconcerned and equally ruthless.

With a dragon's roar, the Martial Maniac displayed partial characteristics of a true dragon's physique, a terrifying sight. This was a manifestation of a wondrous technique, and also the outline of one of the world's strongest physical bodies.

People's hearts sank. Had the Dragon Clan also been subjected to the Martial Maniac's bloodbath in the past? Had he obtained their supreme wondrous techniques?

Flames surged, and a pair of Golden Crow wings appeared on either side of his body.

Could it be... a superposition of the wondrous techniques of various strongest immortal birds and exotic wild beasts?

People's scalps tingled. In the cultivation world, there was a deduction: some had created techniques like "Myriad Beast Fist" and "Immortal Bird Combat Arts," whose power shook the world. However, none were as frightening as another type of superposition technique.

That technique involved integrating the ultimate killer moves of the strongest exotic wild beasts and immortal bird-like beings, superimposing their wondrous arts. If successful, it would mean mastering all techniques and becoming invincible across all worlds.

However, this was merely a theoretical profound technique, and no one had ever succeeded in it.

Now, the Martial Maniac was demonstrating it, with several rumored biological characteristics appearing on his body. A terrifying aura permeated, utterly dreadful.

Even his floating strands of hair ripped through the void. If a single strand fell, it could kill a powerful cultivator. This sight almost suffocated the beings of various races in the Yang World!

"You cannot succeed! This is merely a temporary superposition. Watch as I shatter all myriad techniques in the heavens with one punch!"

Number Nine roared, his hair disheveled. As he opened his mouth, ancient universes whistled, shaking the Abandoned Land Beyond the Heavens. His gaze was chilling, beams of light sweeping across the entire dark starry sky.

He unleashed a fist technique. Golden light blossomed within his body, originating from a single point of vitality, then surging forth and expanding vigorously, obliterating all resistance.

Moreover, outside his body, there was a layer of blood-red halo, scarlet like the evening glow, enveloping his form.

Ultimate Fist!

This was identical to what was recorded in the scripture Chu Feng had obtained. However, achieving success and cultivating it to a certain realm was incredibly difficult.

Throughout history, no one had ever truly mastered or perfected it.

This was because the path of this fist technique was already broken ahead, and even if reconnected, one would find further discontinuities.

Old Gu had said that his elder brother Li was also practicing it, requiring inspiration from the ultimate breathing techniques of the strongest few races, and also the blood of myriad beings from battlefields as a guide, in order to bridge the broken path and enhance this fist technique.

The two clashed violently, fighting fiercely, as if they intended to shatter the existing world and re-create heaven and earth.

"He's becoming more and more similar. Besides him, is anyone else practicing this useless fist technique?" the Martial Maniac muttered to himself, finally roaring, "I don't care if you're Li's soul possessing another body, or his martial uncle. Today, I'll kill you completely!"

He vibrated with a rumbling sound, his aura continuously rising as he fought Number Nine to the death.

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Diagram countered the Wheel of Time, and Number Nine fiercely battled the Martial Maniac. They intertwined, constantly unleashing wondrous techniques and also engaging in close-quarters combat.

Beings at this level possessed incredibly resilient physical bodies, indestructible and incorruptible. Their fluid movements coalesced into immortal-slaying physical techniques!

Boom!

Heaven and earth violently trembled; both shuddered intensely, continuously colliding and striking at each other, beams of light intertwining.

Finally, Number Nine found an opportunity this time and grabbed the leg of the indistinct figure within the chaotic mist. He was instantly startled, somewhat dumbfounded.

After battling for half a day, this Martial Maniac was actually a one-legged being, possessing only a single leg?!

He was considerably astonished. No wonder he hadn't seen the opponent use his leg; it had always been shrouded in chaos and densely covered with special energy, preventing any exploration.

"Are you afraid of being eaten by me? Damn it, you only came with one leg!" Number Nine raged.

The Yin-Yang Diagram behind him spun, countering the Martial Maniac's Wheel of Time and his millstone-like fist strikes. Number Nine, meanwhile, hugged the leg and, with a crunching sound, bit down!

In heaven and on earth, all powerhouses witnessing this scene were petrified, utterly astonished, feeling bewildered by the situation. He actually still harbored this obsession at such a critical moment, truly fixated on eating someone's leg.

With a snap, sparks flew. Sparks shot from Number Nine's teeth, as if colliding with metal; the single leg was incredibly sturdy!

However, in the end, the indistinct figure in the chaos grunted, then let out a low whistle, its hair disheveled, filled with uncontrollable rage. Its leg... was indeed bitten and damaged!

The whole world was shocked: Number Nine was eating the Martial Maniac's leg?!

However, at this moment, Number Nine's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations; he even sounded on the verge of tears.

"What was happening? This great demon, this world-shattering fiend king, had eaten the Martial Maniac's flesh and blood, and he was crying?"

"Confucius says... it's a Cerberus!" He was exasperated with shame and anger, utterly beside himself.

No wonder there was only one leg. This was a one-legged bronze human spear that had gained sentience and taken human form. Number Nine was instantly enraged; this was apparently the Martial Maniac's weapon, and he had bitten it.

He was furious. That damned Martial Maniac, was he really afraid of being eaten? Not only was it not his flesh and blood, but the weapon that appeared was also one-legged.

However, the world was certainly shocked by this. The Martial Maniac's weapon was successfully created by refining the essence of various supreme materials from the Yang World, then tempering them, and finally performing a blood sacrifice.

Number Nine had actually bitten off a large chunk with one bite, damaging the one-legged bronze human spear.

So, at this moment, Number Nine was frantic, infuriated with shame. He had bitten the wrong thing, and his teeth hurt terribly. He had never made such a mistake before.

In his view, it was truly unforgivable.

"I don't care if you are Li's soul possessing another body, or his martial uncle. In this life, you are clearly far inferior to me. If my true body were to appear, I would annihilate you with a raised hand!"

The one-legged bronze human spear, inhabited by a fragment of the Martial Maniac's will, was equivalent to him. It spoke in such a ruthless and merciless manner, full of confidence that it could sweep across ancient and modern times without a rival!

"Do you think I, Ninth Ancestor, am my true body?!" Number Nine also bared his teeth, his gleaming white fangs radiating a chilling luster, making him appear even more ruthless and merciless, revealing the true aura of a Great Demon King.