Chapter 495: The Young Man

Watching the flying tiger body, Yang Tian's hand grabbed in the air, instantly seizing Big Tiger's body and slowly placing him on the ground.

"Ouch... it hurts so much..." Big Tiger lay on the ground sobbing, his glossy fur stained with blood, a tiger tooth even spat out, and a deep, bone-deep gash on his belly was bleeding.

"Big Tiger, what happened?" Looking at Big Tiger's continuous howling, Yang Tian frowned and said slowly.

Hearing this, Big Tiger shuddered violently, instantly jumped up, as if seeing a savior, and clung desperately to Yang Tian's clothes.

"What happened? Speak quickly!" Yang Tian was full of helplessness, patted Big Tiger's head, and asked.

"Fatty is in danger, trapped in the Dao Palace!" Big Tiger's fur instantly bristled, gritting his teeth. If Fatty hadn't thrown Big Tiger out just now, he might have been in mortal danger.

"What?!" Hearing this, Yang Tian's heart jolted, and he shouted deeply. The person who could stop Fatty was probably no weakling.

With Fatty's bizarre and numerous tricks, ordinary people simply couldn't stop him.

"It's a creature from Panshan, on the verge of reaching the Great Power realm, extremely terrifying!" Big Tiger's face turned pale, and his heart pounded with fear—it was a being only a few years older than Yang Tian.

"Let's go!" Lifting Big Tiger, Yang Tian's body shot forward. As long as it wasn't a Great Power, he could still hold it off with his abilities.

"Yang Tian, give me a few precious herbs quickly. I've lost too much blood..." Big Tiger, thick-skinned as ever, asked Yang Tian for herbs.

"I don't have any..." Hearing this, Yang Tian shook his head. He wasn't lying to Big Tiger; he truly had none.

"Aow... Yang Tian, you can't just let me die! I've lost too much blood..." Big Tiger wailed, not believing for a second that Yang Tian had no herbs.

"You're tough-skinned and thick-fleshed; losing a bit of blood won't hurt..." Shaking his head, Yang Tian insisted he had none.

Big Tiger naturally didn't believe him, spittle flying as he put on a pitiful face. Finally, Yang Tian sighed and sent a wisp of Life Divine Liquid, plugging Big Tiger's mouth.

"What is this... You're so stingy?" Seeing such a tiny droplet, Big Tiger grumbled, but soon shut his mouth as the wounds on his body began to heal.

At the Dao Palace, just as he reached the foot of the mountain, Yang Tian saw bones strewn everywhere. A long stone staircase was stained with the blood of many powerful beings, and some terrifying creatures had died.

A terrible great battle had taken place here. Big Tiger's heart shuddered. Back then, he and Fatty had fished in troubled waters and sneaked directly into the main hall, only to be met with a deadly ambush.

Approaching the Dao Palace, Yang Tianyue felt the extraordinary nature of this palace. It contained a terrifying divine might that inspired a urge to prostrate in worship.

As soon as he entered the main hall, a thick smell of blood assailed his nostrils. The place was strewn with severed limbs and broken arms. Many living beings had bled here, the battle extremely brutal.

Deep inside, a terrifying battle raged. The ten directions quaked violently, the entire Dao Palace swayed and trembled. Dazzling divine light surged in all directions, and the surroundings rumbled with explosions.

A fat, big-headed man with a grave expression exuded a terrifying aura. The large bone in his hand was stained with blood as he struggled to fend off the attacks from the front.

This was a young man of twenty-one or twenty-two, with golden pupils that were captivating. His strength was boundless; when his palms and fingers trembled slightly, the entire hall seemed to collapse, rumbling with extreme terror.

A tiger rushed in from the main hall, instantly drawing their attention. At that moment, a pitch-black bird, bare-backed on one side, suddenly bristled with alarm.

"Master, it's this human youth!" the black bird complained with a screech. It had been plucked bare of its back feathers by a little boy, nearly dying of humiliation.

"Quick... I'm here..." Just as Yang Tian was about to reply, a weak voice sounded.

Hearing this, Yang Tian turned his head and looked at a blood-soaked youth. The boy's entire body was drenched in blood, covered in countless gashes, severely wounded and on the verge of death.

"Shang Hao!" Seeing this, Yang Tian's heart jolted. His figure instantly appeared before him, and looking at the familiar face, he couldn't help but speak.

"Damn it..." His eyes swept over Shang Hao's body. His life source was withered, nearly exhausted.

"Quick, swallow this..." He took out a strand of life divine liquid and fed it into his mouth. Shang Hao was too severely injured; if he took it rashly, the life essence of the divine liquid would instantly tear his body apart.

Rumble! As soon as he swallowed the divine liquid, Shang Hao's body immediately straightened up, glowing all over. The weak vitality within him began to strengthen.

"Good, another one comes to die!" At that moment, the fearsome young man spoke, his voice shaking mountains and rivers, the entire hall trembling.

"Quick... give me some too..." Seeing Shang Hao recovering at an astonishing speed, Fatty smacked his dry lips and shouted.

"Die!" The young man sneered. He moved with incredible speed, his fist brimming with explosive power, aimed at Fatty's head.

At that moment, a figure as fast as thunder appeared, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of bones. An overwhelming physical force erupted, directly colliding with the young man's fist.

Boom! It was like two giant bells crashing together. The entire Dao Palace shook. Yang Tian's body trembled violently, his steps retreating, stopping only after a full seven or eight paces.

"What a powerful physique! Even a casual strike is this strong!" Yang Tian's expression turned grim. If not for his bones being tempered by the Three-Transformation Treasure Bone Pill, this blow might have injured him slightly.

However, the young man was not faring well either, retreating four or five steps. A hint of surprise flickered in his golden eyes; he hadn't expected this person's physique to be stronger than the fatty's.

"Since when do humans train their physiques? And to such a degree?" the young man mused inwardly, confusion in his eyes.

"Your physique has improved again?" The fatty's face was full of shock. He hadn't expected Yang Tian to emerge unscathed after clashing with the young man.

"Swallow this first. We'll slaughter this creature later." Hearing this, Yang Tian smiled and stuffed half a drop of divine liquid into the fatty's mouth, a hint of murderous coldness in his eyes.

"What is this?" The fatty covered his leaking essence, frantically refining it. The energy was terrifyingly pure, directly replenishing the energy within his body.

"Eh?" The young man's heart stirred. Although Yang Tian's speed was extremely fast, he still detected an extremely pure energy.

"Good stuff. Looks like today's harvest will be great!" The young man licked his lips and sneered. His aura suddenly surged, and bulging veins appeared on both arms, exuding astonishing explosive power.

Hearing this, Yang Tian sneered. This young man's physique was formidable, perfect for testing the power of his treasure bones.

Boom! He leaped, tearing through the sky like a roc striking, appearing before the young man in the blink of an eye.

The golden lake within him trembled, strands of pure golden energy extending into his flesh. Yang Tian's strength surged, his bones resonated, and he struck heavily at the young man's head.

"Roar... You damned bird! How dare you ambush me!" Big Tiger's face was grim. During the earlier clash, that black bird had been sneak-attacking him, and he wanted to tear its body apart.

Big Tiger leaped abruptly, his killing intent erupting like a bursting flood. He spat out a golden little tiger, attacking fiercely.

Rumble! The scene of Yang Tian and the young man's battle was like a torrent of air waves spreading in all directions. The extremely hard ground shattered, forming large chasms—a horrifying sight.

Yang Tian's expression grew increasingly solemn. This was a formidable enemy, powerful in cultivation, and already very strong without revealing his true form.

The Dao Palace, floating in the sky, shook unceasingly, as if about to collapse. Terrifying auras continuously surged from within the hall.

"Could it be two divine mountain beings dueling? Too terrifying!" Passersby clicked their tongues in amazement, not daring to approach.

Inside the Dao Palace, two figures with blazing radiance clashed, like two great mountains colliding. Their surging blood energy rushed in all directions.

Heaven and earth trembled, rocks flew everywhere. The fierce winds within intertwined, tearing through the sky, making it impossible to see clearly.

"When did this guy's physique improve so much?" The fatty absorbed the essence of the surroundings, his chubby face twitching. He was extremely shocked.

This creature's physique was terrifying; most of the fatty's bones had been shattered. Yet Yang Tian had clashed with it for so long without any harm.

On the other side, Big Tiger howled loudly. After the medicinal bath, his bloodline had been activated, and he was savagely beating the black bird, tearing its feathers off until it was bare.

After clashing for so long, Yang Tian's bones began to hum. The young man's fist force was extremely terrifying; each punch felt like a great mountain pressing down on Yang Tian.

"Can't drag this out any longer..." At this moment, the young man's gaze swept over the fatty. Sensing his rapidly recovering cultivation, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, the young man's aura surged explosively. His eyes were like two golden lamps, his presence awe-inspiring. One of his hands turned golden, like divine metal, dazzling and radiant.

"Mighty Divine Palm!" He shouted lightly, his palm clanging like a divine mountain, terrifying and extraordinary. A sea of golden light converged and descended upon Yang Tian.

This martial technique was extremely powerful, aiming to crush Yang Tian under his palm. The entire heaven and earth rumbled.

Seeing this, Yang Tian's body erupted with boundless golden light. His fingertips danced, quickly forming a great seal that overflowed with overbearing energy, shaking the surroundings.

"Turn over!" Yang Tian roared. The massive seal flipped, as if heaven and earth were overturned. Its power was terrifying, the void booming, and the entire Dao Palace trembled from this overbearing aura.

Rumble! A terrifying clash. Sand and stones flew, rocks scattered. Yang Tian stood below, his legs sinking into the hard rock wall, bearing immense pressure.

That golden palm, like a great mountain, ground down with terrifying power and immense strength.

The Heaven-Overturning Seal was nearly ground away. Yang Tian's bones resonated continuously, on the verge of cracking.

"Get lost!" Yang Tian shouted. He suddenly soared into the air, the Dark Demon Sword appearing in his hand, bursting with dazzling divine light. The humming sound echoed throughout the hall!

"Shatter!" With the sword's hum, Yang Tian slashed down, cleaving the golden palm in two. A grand, vast sound clanged and exploded.

"What the hell is that?" The young man's body clanged loudly, dense white marks appearing on his body, sparking. His soul also suffered a terrifying assault.

"What sword technique is this?" The fatty opened his eyes, watching the sword hum throughout the void, and muttered inwardly.

Yang Tian did not pause. Terrifying sword qi shot out like falling stars. The entire Dao Palace shook violently, on the verge of falling from the sky.