Young Martial God

Countless forces wrapped around Ye Zhi. The brutal force was attached to his body, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air. His face was full of pain.    

Every part of his body felt like it was being bitten by insects. The intense pain occupied Ye Zhi's mind.    

"Damn, this is too scary."    

Ye Zhi clenched his fists and cursed in his heart. His eyelids twitched.    

He stared at the depths of the darkness and gritted his teeth while a wisp of resolution appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, he took a step forward and withstood the brutal force of desolation.    

Half an hour later, Ye Zhi's body was shaking about twenty meters away from the entrance. His entire body was covered in blood. His face was pale and his breathing was slow. He had a ferocious look on his face.    

"F * ck, this is the limit." Ye Zhi looked back and muttered.    

"Haha, although the Power of Desolation has been diluted, it is not something that ordinary warriors can afford. It is 30 meters away. If you did not rely on the blue spiritual power to temper your body and add the help of the fist power of the Ten Styles, you would only be able to hold on for 10 meters at most." Unparalleled Old Devil laughed.    

"Ten Forms of fist power, why didn't I think of that?" Ye Zhi's eyes lit up.    

Standing where he was, he adjusted his breathing and suddenly used the ten forms of fist power.    

Bang! Bang!    

Peng!    

Ye Zhi's body trembled violently. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes widened as he stared into the depths of the darkness. His eyes were filled with deep confusion.    

"What's going on? Why do I feel a sense of longing?"    

"It's not related to the devouring power. Could it be the Ten Forms of fist power?"    

Ye Zhi hesitated for a moment. This time, he did not use any fist techniques. Instead, he used the Ten Forms of fist power.    

Bang!    

As he adjusted the ten different fist power techniques, Ye Zhi's mind was filled with a loud bang. An even stronger intent was transmitted to him. It was as if there was an invisible force that allowed it to penetrate deep into his body.    

"It's not far ahead." Ye Zhi opened his eyes wide and stared straight ahead.    

Ten forms of fist power, what exactly was hidden here?    

There was one thing that couldn't be denied. It must be related to the ten forms of fist power and Fist Skill.    

"I'm going all out."    

Ye Zhi gritted his teeth, took out a portion of spirit water and poured it into his mouth. While resisting the power of desolation, he also recovered his strength.    

His strength was constantly recovering. Although it was very slow under the Power of Desolation, Ye Zhi could still feel his body slowly becoming stronger.    

Time slowly passed. Ye Zhi slowly walked forward step by step. When he reached his limit, he would stop and rest. He would continue forward after he recovered a little.    

Under such persistence, two hours passed without him noticing.    

Outside the Desolate Cave, the guards were resting with their eyes closed.    

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard. The guard opened his eyes. Seeing someone coming over, he perked up again.    

The person who came was an inner disciple. He looked outside the empty cave and said with a smile, "No one came today?"    

The guard smiled bitterly. "Yes, but there is one. The new Ye Zhi."    

"That man actually came to Desolate Cave?" The inner chambers disciple was stunned. Then, he said with disdain, "He overestimates himself. How long has he been in there?"    

"How long?" The guard was startled, as if he had thought of something. He suddenly turned his head to look at the stone tablet and was instantly shocked. He muttered to himself, "There's actually an hour, my god."    

Hiss!    

The inner chambers disciple swallowed his saliva when he saw the time on the stone tablet as well, and his face was filled with disbelief.    

That person wasn't a One Thought Stage, but he was able to enter the cave for two hours for the first time. How did he do it?    

"Did the monument fail?" The inner disciple was dumbfounded.    

"Impossible." The guard shook his head, confused.    

"That's weird." The inner chambers disciple looked at the time above and was greatly puzzled. He gritted his teeth and took out the token. "I'll go take a look."    

The guard finally reacted. He opened the Desolate Cave for the inner disciple. The inner disciple kept the token and instantly entered the Desolate Cave.    

Boom!    

When he entered the Desolate Cave, the inner disciples used their spiritual energy shields. Even so, the brutal power of desolation still made his face pale.    

He swept his gaze over. When he saw the swaying figure in the distance, his pupils constricted.    

"It really is that person. They are all six zhang away." The inner chambers disciple stared blankly at Ye Zhi's back as he swallowed his saliva and muttered.    

When the inner chambers disciple entered, Ye Zhi noticed it.    

But he had no time to care about others.    

He was getting closer to the summoning place in his heart, but it was also getting more and more difficult. The overwhelming power of desolation seemed to want to tear him apart and attack his body crazily.    

"Hmm."    

Ye Zhi let out a snort from his throat. His body swayed and almost fell to the ground, but he still managed to hold on.    

He stopped, gasped for air, and used his spirit energy barrier.    

Although the Spiritual Energy Barrier didn't have much effect, it could at least buy him some time to regulate his breathing.    

After using the spiritual water for a while, Ye Zhi felt that his body had recovered. He walked forward again.    

Time slowly passed, and when the inner disciple behind him walked to thirty feet away, he was powerless to hold on.    

He looked at Ye Zhi's figure as if he was looking at a monster. The contempt he had for Ye Zhi had disappeared. No matter how strong he was, this scene had overturned his understanding.    

The inner disciple left the Desolate Cave helplessly.    

Ye Zhi was the only one left in the cave.    

When it was almost twenty hours, Ye Zhi finally arrived at the summoning place.    

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the cave wall. His pupils constricted.    

"It's actually..."    

Ye Zhi's entire body trembled. He looked at the pattern on the wall in a daze. He was extremely shocked.    

He was extremely familiar with that pattern. He could not forget it even if he wanted to.    

"Ten forms of Fist Skill, it's actually ten forms of Fist Skill?" Ye Zhi only came back to his senses after a long while. He took a deep breath and exclaimed.    

He looked at the pattern. There were both sides of the cave wall, extending downwards. There were more than ten diagrams.    

Hiss!    

Ye Zhi's eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "Desolate Cave, the Qi of Tyrant. Could it be that these ten forms of Fist Skill are the remnants of the picture? This picture is used to practice the Qi of Tyrant?"    

"The Qi of Tyrant, the ten forms of fist power that are stored in my body..."    

"Evil Venerable, look at the diagram on the wall?" Ye Zhi suppressed his excitement and said through gritted teeth.    

"Huh?" Unparalleled Old Devil was startled. Then, he exclaimed, "It's the Ten Forms of Fist Skill that I taught you? Could it be that the Ten Forms of Fist Skill came from the Tyrant Spirit Sect?"    

"It's here, right?" Ye Zhi nodded.    

"This is the place where the Qi of Tyrant and the Qi of Tyrant are cultivated. You are really lucky. The Qi of Tyrant. You have already cultivated the Qi of Tyrant. s." Unparalleled Old Devil was also deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. The power of the Tyrant Body! Even he would be afraid of it. However, ever since the ancestor of the Tyrant Spirit Sect... In the past few thousand years, there were no more than five people in the entire sect who could refine medicinal Unparalleled Old Devils.    

Moreover, these five people were all well-known figures in Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm.    

"Tyrant Body, if you can refine medicinal Tyrant Bodys, you will be incredible. This sovereign still remembers that anyone who can refine medicinal Tyrant Bodys will receive special care from this sect."    

"Moreover, the strength of a Tyrant Body is extremely terrifying."    

Unparalleled Old Devil was a bit envious of Ye Zhi. His luck was truly great!    

Ye Zhi was also stunned. His mind was blank.    

Who would have thought that the incomplete technique that Unparalleled Old Devil casually gave him was actually related to the refinement of the Tyrant Body in his sect? He had even inexplicably refined the qi of a Tyrant.    

The relationship between the Tyrant Body and the qi of the Tyrant was equivalent to the relationship between the spirit fire and the martial artist. If one did not refine the qi of the Tyrant, one would not be able to refine the Tyrant Body. However, it was extremely difficult to refine the qi of the Tyrant. This was also the reason why only a few people had managed to refine the Tyrant Body in the past few thousand years.    

"There are a total of 36 diagrams on both sides of the rock wall. There should be more inside." Looking at the diagrams on both sides, Ye Zhi recalled that when he was practicing his fist techniques, if not for that instant of enlightenment, he probably would not have been able to refine the qi of the Tyrant.    

"No wonder no one in the entire sect could cultivate the qi of the Tyrant."    

"The power of the Qi of Tyrant is incomparably powerful, and it's also a body technique. If I can achieve something within three months, even if I can't reach the One Thought Stage realm, I'm confident that I can defeat the Hundred Battle." Ye Zhi took a deep breath, and a hint of pride appeared in his eyes.    

"Let's start now."    

Ye Zhi calmed himself down and memorized the thirty-six pictures on the wall. He started from the beginning and slowly unfolded them.    

Initially, under the effect of the Power of Desolation, although the first ten moves had been practiced to perfection, he had made mistakes again and again.    

However, as the minutes and seconds passed, Ye Zhi's body was strengthening and slowly adapting to the Power of Desolation here. He had already used the first ten diagrams to perfection.    

When he reached the eleventh diagram, he felt that the difficulty had increased.    

It was as if he was going back to the first time he had used the first diagram. His entire body trembled, and every detail was unusually difficult.    

"The difficulty has increased, but the strength of his previously frozen body seems to have changed." Ye Zhi punched out as he felt the changes in his body.    

The previous ten moves had made his body's strength reach a bottleneck. Even if he practiced it often, his strength would increase, but he would not be able to break through the bottleneck.    

Now, the eleventh move made him feel that the bottleneck was loosening.    

He had a feeling that if he broke through the bottleneck, his body's strength would reach a new height.    

Furthermore, while he was training, the wisp of Tyrant's Qi in his body started circulating on its own.    

Unlike spiritual power, the Tyrant's Qi was circulating between his flesh and blood. Wherever it went, the fatigue would quickly recover.    

"The qi of the Tyrant can recover the strength of my body. That's great."    

This shocking discovery made Ye Zhi overjoyed.    

In the Desolate Cave, the power of desolation and the diagrams on the walls could be used to temper one's body. Now, the Qi of Tyrant had a recovery effect. In other words, he could stay in the cave for a long time without worrying that he would not be able to hold on.    

"The qi of the Tyrant is really terrifying. I wonder what realm will he reach after refining the qi of the Tyrant?" Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was pale. However, his eyes were filled with excitement.    

The Monarch Rank Peak.    

"Mr. Han, that Ye Zhi has entered the Desolate Cave. He has been in there for three hours." A Successor Disciple sat down in front of Xie Han and said respectfully.    

"Three hours? Impossible, right?" The teacup in Xie Han's hand cracked open, and water splashed all over his hand.    

Xie Han ignored all of this. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.    

"Mr. Han, this is the truth. The guard said it himself, and there is an inner disciple who can testify. It can't be false." The Successor Disciple took a deep breath.    

When he heard the news, he found it hard to believe.    

What kind of place was Desolate Cave? It was a dangerous place. When he first entered it, he only stayed for less than an hour.    

"Damn, this guy is actually... three hours. This is too exaggerated! Even a genius like my brother only stayed there for less than an hour." Xie Han's face was gloomy.    

The Successor Disciple's heart tightened. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Mr. Han, does this mean that Ye Zhi's talent is in your brother's..."