Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Terrifying Yuan Technique Talisman

After Yi Tian destroyed the Blood God, he immediately activated the Feather Flight Technique, darting into the midst of a fierce battle between nearly twenty eighth-tier tribal warriors and the Ghost God. The Golden Scale Sword unleashed a blazing surge of pure yang sword energy, cleaving toward the Ghost God.

Yet the Ghost God's figure suddenly shifted several yards away, evading Yi Tian's attack. Other high-tier warriors launched their assaults at him, but the Ghost God vanished again, reappearing before an eighth-tier tribal warrior and slashing down with his sword. The warrior managed only to raise his broadsword in defense before he was sent flying by the blow, a deep gash marking his body. As the Ghost God moved in to finish him, the attacks from other tribal warriors forced him to retreat.

At that moment, as the Ghost God teleported elsewhere, Yi Tian appeared before him in a flash. Just as Yi Tian prepared to strike, the Ghost God teleported again, but Yi Tian was instantly upon him once more, the Feather Flight Technique granting him unparalleled speed. Yi Tian soon realized the Ghost God's secret art was limited—he could only teleport within a radius of about thirty feet.

Yi Tian pressed the Ghost God relentlessly, refusing to yield a single step. This left the Ghost God unable to attack other warriors and constantly on guard against Yi Tian's pursuit. For a time, the two chased each other across the mountain summit, their ghostly speeds clashing in bursts of sparks and explosions of true energy, rumbling like muffled thunder.

Still, Yi Tian's speed could not match the Ghost God's instantaneous movement—a terrifying secret technique, making him a deadly force in close combat. Even Yi Tian could only rely on his formidable awareness to anticipate the Ghost God's attacks and defend himself, seizing rare opportunities to counterattack and finding himself at a disadvantage.

The Ghost God's elusive assaults were nearly impossible to guard against, but Yi Tian's defenses were solid, binding the Ghost God and preventing him from attacking others or escaping. Their battle raged for more than half an hour. The Ghost God controlled the tempo with his teleportation, but this situation was highly unfavorable for him. Though he dominated the rhythm, he could neither defeat Yi Tian nor escape—inevitably, Yi Tian would triumph.

After all, the Ghost God's teleportation secret art, powerful as it was, consumed tremendous amounts of true energy with each use. That he had persisted this long was testament to his extraordinary reserves. The five members of the Samsara Battle Team, along with Yi Ke and other high-tier tribal warriors, watched the duel intently. Yi Tian’s ghostly speed and the Ghost God’s uncanny teleportation left them awestruck; faced with such terrifying speed, they doubted they could last more than a few exchanges.

Yi Tian’s dantian space had undergone seven transformations, making it vast, able to contain more true energy than even peak ninth-tier experts. This explained how he could continue fighting the Ghost God for so long after expending vast amounts of pure yang energy to destroy the Blood God.

Meanwhile, the Ghost God, who had battled Yi Tian for over half an hour, was growing increasingly weak. Yi Tian’s pure yang energy constantly radiated, enveloping the surroundings like a sea of fire. Though the Ghost God’s teleportation allowed him to evade most of its effects, the cumulative damage over time was severe. Yi Tian’s energy drained much of the Ghost God’s reserves, the scorching heat nearly unbearable, as if his body might ignite. At this rate, defeat was certain.

The Ghost God knew this well. In the next instant, he teleported ten times in quick succession, appearing a hundred yards from Yi Tian. He did not attack, his face pale—clearly, the consecutive teleportations had taken a heavy toll.

The Ghost God drew a talisman from his storage pouch, its intricate runes emanating waves of elemental energy. “You all deserve to die! Forcing me to waste a lower-grade treasure talisman—now taste its true power! Sacrifice!”

His voice was bitter with hatred and pain. He unleashed a surge of true energy, pouring it into the lower-grade treasure talisman.

“This is the legendary treasure talisman! How could one of the Four Gods of the Dark Skull Clan possess such a thing?” Even Chief Yi Ke’s expression changed.

It was said that lower-grade treasure talismans sealed the elemental arts of a human-tier master, terrifying to behold. Below the human tier, no one could withstand their power; all would be obliterated. These single-use weapons were so rare that only the top powers of Jingmu Prefecture possessed a few, never used lightly and never seen at auctions.

Owning a lower-grade treasure talisman was equivalent to wielding the attack of a human-tier master—enough to annihilate any force in Black Dragon City, without exaggeration. Below the treasure talisman were spirit talismans, which could invoke basic elemental attacks—fireballs, golden arrows, and such—comparable to a high-tier warrior’s true energy projection. Their speed was inflexible, and even prepared mid-tier warriors could dodge them, making their damage limited. Thus, spirit talismans were not popular among warriors.

But treasure talismans were different. Like single-use magic treasures, they sealed a master’s elemental art; once activated, it unleashed a devastating attack. Beyond this, there were also Heaven-Earth treasure talismans, crafted by martial masters, imbued with mysterious runic power that could summon the primal forces of heaven and earth—earth-shattering, a level above spirit talismans, and sometimes even more terrifying than treasure talismans with sealed elemental arts.

“Not good!” Yi Tian sensed imminent danger.

In the next moment, Yi Tian drew the Dragon Cry Bow from his storage pouch, nocked an arrow, and activated the Solar Arrow Technique at full force. True energy surged into the bow and the armor-piercing arrow, overlaying them with a faint glow of elemental power.

“Mystic Ice Palm—Destroy!”

Instantly, the Ghost God’s true energy was drained, and the treasure talisman in his hand radiated dazzling light. A wave of elemental pressure swept across the summit of Skull Mountain for hundreds of yards.

The Mystic Ice treasure talisman ignited without wind. An enormous icy hand, dozens of yards across, appeared in midair, crashing down upon Yi Tian, the five members of the Samsara Battle Team, and the tribal warriors. Frost crept over the ground.

That colossal Mystic Ice palm descended, enveloping the world in winter.

“Kill!” Yi Tian fired his arrow with all his strength. A fiery red arrow shot through the air, striking the Mystic Ice palm and blasting a huge opening through it. The palm’s glow dimmed.

Yet the palm was not destroyed, still bearing down. Then, Yi Ke, Yi Feng of the Samsara Battle Team, and nearly twenty eighth-tier tribal warriors launched their own attacks. Though their Solar Arrow Technique was not fully mastered, their arrows carved several-yard-wide craters in the palm.

Against the massive palm, these attacks were not enough to destroy it. After repeated strikes by Yi Tian, Yi Ke, and dozens of others, the palm’s glow faded further, its power reduced to less than a third of its original strength. But even at one-third, it was enough to severely wound, even kill, everyone present.

“Heavenly Sword Qi—Break!”

At this critical moment, Yi Tian soared upward. Bathed in pure yang energy, he dispelled the chilling force. In his palm, a streak of Heavenly Sword Qi appeared.

He slashed through the air, sending the Heavenly Sword Qi slicing down upon the Mystic Ice palm, splitting it in two.

The palm exploded with a thunderous roar, Mystic Ice elemental energy raging across Skull Mountain.

Crack, crack, crack—

In an instant, the mountain was covered with a thin layer of solid ice, freezing Yi Ke and the tribal warriors within.

Yi Tian bore the brunt of the blast, his pure yang energy melting like spring snow. He was engulfed in biting cold, as if plunged into winter, the chill piercing to the bone.

It was a cold he had not felt since mastering the Fiery Resolve.