Chapter 835: Chapter 421 Fu Shan Captured, Jiang Yuan’s Powerful Capabilities!_1 Chapter 835: Chapter 421 Fu Shan Captured, Jiang Yuan’s Powerful Capabilities!_1 Jade Lake.

Jiang Yuan’s thoughts flashed through his mind, and he had already made up his decision.

He glanced at Fu Shan, the demon saint who was rapidly fleeing, and his figure moved instantaneously.

“Be careful! Don’t be careless!”

Ye Chanxi’s voice echoed in Jiang Yuan’s ears.

Jiang Yuan, who was just about to lift his right leg, put it down again and turned back to smile slowly at Ye Chanxi.

Then he murmured, “Don’t worry!”

After saying this, his form vanished from Ye Chanxi’s sight.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan displayed his extreme speed, reaching his limit.

In an instant.

He crossed through layers of voidness to appear right behind Fu Shan.

Now the two were on an arched bridge in the center of the Jade Lake.

The bridge was white jade in color, with railings on both sides carved out of Han white jade.

Atop it were all kinds of mythical creatures, some soaring through the Nine Skies, overturning clouds and bringing rain.

Some were phoenixes perching in paulownia trees, with white birds paying homage.

Others tread upon the waves, reigning over the waters.

…

Fu Shan instantly detected Jiang Yuan’s presence behind him.

This speed… it was so fast!

It was too late!

His heart sank, and he quickly turned his head, his gaze settling on Jiang Yuan.

He saw Jiang Yuan stepping on the void, just an inch above the ground.

Neither daring to stand high in the air nor tread on the ground.

His gaze instantly sharpened.

What a cautious kid!

He felt even more troubled in his heart!

And at this time.

Jiang Yuan’s eyes were slightly focused, his gaze intense.

The qi and blood in his body were incredibly abundant, filling every corner within him.

This made the might of his physical body surge enormously as if he harbored boundless strength with no outlet.

The next moment.

As soon as his footstep fell, he stepped out again.

His figure seemed to vanish from Fu Shan’s field of view, crossing through layers of voidness.

Seeing this, the demon saint Fu Shan’s pupils shrank once more.

Witnessing Jiang Yuan’s speed firsthand, his heart was overwhelmed.

By this time, Jiang Yuan’s form had already appeared above his head.

Now, Jiang Yuan’s fingers were spread, the mighty force of qi and blood filling every part of his arm, all his strength fully mobilized.

His spread fingers gently descended, with faint golden light suffusing his body.

“Good timing!”

Seeing this, Fu Shan cried out softly.

Although there was apprehension in his expression, there was no great fear.

The previous exchange with Jiang Yuan had triggered the prohibition of Jade Lake, and warnings had come from the skies above the lake.

Now, even in the middle of Jade Lake, he knew that Jiang Yuan would have to restrain himself in a fight here.

If he triggered the prohibitions of Jade Lake again.

Both could potentially fall right here.

Compared to himself, he believed Jiang Yuan would be more reluctant to risk his life.

To have achieved such success at such a young age, his achievements were truly astonishing.

To have killed a Saint face-to-face, and a Saint of the Three Heavens at that…

Even if this was a Saint with an imperfect Great Dao, it was still an astounding feat!

Such a young man, such a heaven genius, how could he easily choose to take a risk, how could he decide to perish alongside an enemy?

With Fu Shan’s soft cry, at the moment the words fell.

“Meh–”
A roar.

Fu Shan’s head, which had taken human shape, instantly morphed into that of a sheep, and a tail also manifested behind him.

This tail was not that of a sheep but of a horse.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yuan immediately knew the true form of the demon saint Fu Shan.

A creature with the head of a sheep and the tail of a horse, it was a mythical beast known as an argali.

Knowing his true form, memories from Jiang Yuan’s previous life reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas came to his mind.

There were records concerning argali as well.

At the peak of Hua Mountain lies the Mountain of Qianlai, abundant with pine trees above and polishing stones below. There resides a creature with the appearance of a sheep but with a horse’s tail, named argali, whose fat can be used in lieu of candles.

With this thought, Jiang Yuan mused to himself.

The two worlds are indeed connected.

If not, how could there be so many coincidences?

These stray thoughts flashed through his mind.

The might of his strike did not diminish but grew, his fingers spread with a faint sacred light shimmering across his body.

The two horns atop Fu Shan’s head were white as solidified jade.

Continue runes were branded on the horns, these runes seeming to be an interpretation of the ultimate truths of Heaven and Earth, incredibly profound.

Facing the descending palm of Jiang Yuan, Fu Shan did not dare to take it lightly.

The Grandmaster Kong Ming from the Minor Thunder Temple had fallen to Jiang Yuan not long ago, perishing body and Dao alike.

Facing Jiang Yuan now, how could he afford to be careless?

He met Jiang Yuan’s descending palm with a light push, and his twin horns immediately released a surge of holy might, deriving from the might of the Demon Saint Dao Fruit.

The pair of horns above his head had long been refined by him into a holy soldier, a sacred weapon unique to himself.

At this moment, he was doing his utmost to suppress the holy might, to prevent triggering the prohibitions of Jade Lake.

But with his outburst, threads of sacred might still scattered.

On the other side.

At the entrance to the Jade Lake.

The battle was at its most intense.

Especially for Diting and Yuan Tuo, who faced immense pressure and bore several wounds.

The wounds were imbued with a profound breath that was tenacious and indelible.

This made it impossible for their injuries to heal completely.

Just then, with the burst of holy might from Fu Shan.

The five Saints present instantly sensed the aura coming from the middle of Jade Lake.

“Is that… Brother Fu Shan’s aura?”

Yuan Tuo’s eyes sharpened as he murmured.

At the same time.

Diting’s expression grew somber, “Brother Fu Shan has actually unleashed the might of his personal sacred weapon. Could it be that he’s encountered conflict with Kong Ming from the Minor Thunder Temple?”

“It must be so!” Yuan Tuo spoke out, continuing, “If it weren’t for a conflict with Kong Ming, why else would he be driven to this extent?”