Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1136 - 535: Small Ascender’s Octagon Cage and Old Ascender’s Sword

This punch left Xiao Jing somewhat bewildered.Because, theoretically, at the level of the Haki Immortal, their moves should be capable of swallowing clouds and exhaling the sun, overturning rivers and seas.

It all starts with a slap on the forehead, and then a colorful cloud three thousand miles overhead.

Then a slow-motion left hand wave conjures a three-hundred-mile-high Dongqi Pearl Tower, while a slow-motion right hand wave summons a boundless Sword Array like a giant plate of chicken.

Finally, a swing of the hips, and out comes the Earth Sea needle, not yet as heavy as a steel coil.

When the fight begins, the world changes colors, and what color the sky becomes depends on the colors of the clouds over the fighting duo’s heads: whether red, green, or as tacky as trash.

Of course, even like this, it’s just ordinary, merely the realm of brick-throwing among common experts.

No matter how elevated, it’s merely swapping the Mortal Era stones for the Haki Immortal’s plus eighteen ultimate invincible illusion colorful stones.

Lack of taste.

Thus, if we are to talk about taste, about true experts, one must climb another layer, entering the nesting doll realm.

At this realm, a duel between Haki Immortals isn’t just throwing dung at each other but involves writing on each other, on the ground, and in the sky, imposing one’s own rules.

Starting with negating each other’s realms, negating each other’s laws, over here the gods are forbidden inside the Great Xia, over there no urination allowed, a small step forward, a big step in civilization.

Even Body Cultivators are the same; you smash my rules with a punch, I reshape your world with a kick, punches that land solidly, let’s see whose underwear shreds first.

Using fists as pens, pounding forcefully.

In any case, in the end it’s about who wins or loses, dependent on who has more ink in their pen, who has more blank ground on their body.

When one side’s body has nothing left to write, having been completely tamed by the opponent, they’ll become a Child beneath the other’s crotch, serving them in the future.

At least, that’s how it was for Xiao Jing.

Back in the day every time he fought, he’d start by throwing out the Exquisite Treasure Tower, and conclude with rules so ethereal they can’t be pinned to the pen tip, encapsulating the principle of Dao can be said, yet it’s not the enduring Dao.

To him, this peak confrontation should be like that.

Especially with the damn sense of destiny, he actually felt quite excited.

Because from Xiao Jing’s unilateral perspective, this spans countless millennia of inheritance.

Primordial old affairs, Dongqi’s rise, Northern Territory’s snow and wind...

He trolls the past, plans the future, looking back at his own life, his calculations, murders, and rituals, Xiao Jing felt destiny was everywhere.

He is destined to become the only True Immortal, wielding the reverse blade, inheriting from the Human Emperor.

At that time, the old emperor must die, and the new emperor must rise.

He will become the new Human Emperor, ruling over the Four Continents and the boundless cosmic Primordial.

But....

"Screw your brat, eat my punch!"

No colorful clouds stretching three thousand miles, nor Dongqi Pearl Tower.

Not a trace of the subtle manipulation of cause and effect could be felt, and there was no insight from washing feet in the river of time.

Only the purest old fists, the purest beating.

Zhang Ze’s foot never treading through the river of time, but directly stepping onto his mouth.

No grace, no aesthetics, as if dragged into a cesspit by a street thug.

Again punched, a twist of pain in the abdomen.

Xiao Jing in a daze as memories return to a childhood afternoon when he stopped a passing imperial physician to ask for guidance, but the old man was annoyed, yet due to his status couldn’t react, reluctantly handing him the simplest book, "The Art of Changchun".

The book said, mortals are weak, where there is pain is where the spleen is ruptured, this signifies internal injury, if not treated quickly, one will be left lying stiff to be collected by others.

The pain awakened Xiao Jing, and as Zhang Ze lifted his foot to stomp on him, he blocked it with his hand, then awkwardly crawled away.

And just three meters away from Zhang Ze, he noticed the pain in his spleen, and that feeling of weakness and powerlessness as a Mortal, entirely vanished.

Moreover, the blade that devours the heavens, earth, and himself returned to being sharp and unstoppable.

Xiao Jing dared not advance again, he retreated a step, rubbed the shoe marks on his face, feeling Zhang Ze was somewhat uncanny.

Zhang Ze looked at Xiao Jing with a stern expression, yet his heart was also filled with surprise.

He originally just vented a bit, not expecting to inflict such harm on Xiao Jing.

When he first felt Xiao Jing’s Tetanus Blade, he tried many methods.

Until he was too frustrated, lacking an idea, and started to flash repeatedly, did he by chance find a way to suppress the Earth Sea Blade.

It was that kind of colorless light he emitted, which seemed to be the nemesis of the Earth Sea; it simply evaporated it like the sun melting snow, to the Formless.

As for the force that dragged Xiao Jing into the dry toilet, it was also related to this light.

Upon mastering luminescence, Zhang Ze realized a move with no damage but extremely high insult.

[100% Hit Ordinary Punch]

Within five meters, it hits the opponent 100%, though it does no damage, all beings are equal, whoever comes will receive a punch from him.

In the Integration with Fuji and Dazed Girl, this punch too underwent changes.

The effective range decreased by two meters, but it carried the power of all beings equal, within three meters everyone is pulled to Zhang Ze’s level.

No matter if you are Mahayana or Great Immortal, as long as you enter, you’ll inevitably be dragged to the ground, and take an old street punch from him.

Regarding the principle behind this move, Zhang Ze currently doesn’t know, nor does he care.

He’s too lazy now to contemplate those profound truths he can’t understand; perhaps this move is high in style, containing the ultimate answer of the world, a vessel leading to Mahayana’s other shore.