The Regressor of Mount Hua
Chapter 369. The Divine Might of an Empyrean Overlord (1)

Chapter 369. The Divine Might of an Empyrean Overlord (1)

The number of yetis was roughly over two hundred, about half as strong as the vanguard. However, their small numbers didn't mean that they could be underestimated.

The yetis' moved as swiftly as a gale, and their strength was akin to thunder.

"Gyaaah!" A female warrior of the Ice Palace flew in a parabola. Her horribly bent waist told everyone that her waist was broken.

"GRAAAAH!"

It was suicide to confront the yetis' log-like arms or iron fists head-on. They weren't ordinary beings, after all.

Their muscle mass was no decoration, and they towered around eight feet. Their strength, made even ferocious by hunger, was simply terrifying.

"At least three people fight a single yeti!" Dong Xuelian shouted as she cut through the yeti's waist. Her voice was loud, but the mountain remained quiet despite that, which meant that it was fine.

"Die!"

"Haaaa!"

The fierce battle between the Ice Palace warriors and the yeti began.

Despite their heavy figures, the yetis moved well. Whenever they took to the skies and slammed down on the ground, they would create waves of snow that obscured one's vision. Then, they would attack at the same time, which was just terrifying.

Zhou Xuchuan was right; they were extraordinarily intelligent.

"They're running away!"

"Don't follow them! It's a trap!"

"Aaargh!"

Once a yeti was being besieged by four or five Ice Palace warriors, it would either run away or ask for reinforcements. The warriors had difficulties adjusting mid-battle against such an intelligent creature capable of employing such tactics.

It wasn't the only issue. The yetis were also tough opponents beyond imagination.

"Why is its hide so tough?!"

"Damn it! My sword is stuck!"

"Abandon it!"

"We can recover our qi later, so don't worry and use whatever you need! Use sword qi to cut or stab them!"

"Your lives come first!"

The yetis' tough hide and well-trained muscles made it difficult for the warriors to injure them. They couldn't seem to land a proper attack on the yetis, and the same was true for their fist techniques and palm techniques.

Even their internal penetration techniques weren't working well as well.

"They're resistant to Ice Arts!"

Dong Xuelian noticed the reason behind it before anyone else. She could sense that the Ice Desolation Qi and the Frigid Yin Qi contained within her sword weren't affecting the yetis.

These yetis had been absorbing the qi of the North Sea for a long time, so they were impervious to cold. Their resistance wasn't on the same level as the Extreme Temperature Immunity, but they were still invulnerable to the cold.

The warriors of the North Sea Ice Palace found themselves at a great disadvantage against them.

Crunch!

"Aaah!"

"Kyaaa!"

The strange climate hadn't been affecting the yetis, so their main problem was their food source.

As expected, they had reached the point where they could even eat their own kind due to the extreme food shortage.

In the midst of that desperation, a group of people appeared, so it was only natural for them to get excited. They grabbed what was in front of them and chewed it with their eyes wide open.

Skin-curdling crunching noises echoed. There was a crunch and another crunch as blood flowed out like juice from the torn bodies.

Blood splattered on the clean snow. The piles of dirt hidden under the snow also appeared due to the chaos. Instead of scattering like sand, the blood just froze, becoming what looked like ice.

"You mere beasts dare..." Dong Xuelian's face distorted in fury at the sight. The anger of losing her subordinates before her eyes churned within her like disturbed ice.

"GRAH!!!" The yetis, whose eyes were wide at the sight of human flesh, roared again. Their snow-white teeth were stained red, and there were bits of flesh stuck between them.

One of them lowered their bloody hands, thrust their head forward, and roared. It seemed to be shouting with joy, saying that it was the master of the mountain and everyone was going to be its food.

W-what...

Were rampaging yetis always this dangerous?

This is a big deal. We're getting overwhelmed.

Among the warriors of the Ice Palace, those with relatively low cultivation bases were overwhelmed by the roar and couldn't move at all. Even First Class and Peak Realm warriors were frozen and found it difficult to move.

About six or seven zhang away, Dong Xuelian bit her lip. This is...

She wanted to help, but she couldn't leave her spot because she was facing off against three yetis.

"Kuoo—"

"Shut up."

Crack!

Before the yeti could roar again, the head attached to its trapezius muscle suddenly shattered like a watermelon. It was a pitiful end for a monster that overwhelmed dozens of warriors with just its roar.

Zhou Xuchuan, who had jumped eight chi high, landed on top of the yeti, and the monster's headless body fell down.

"Ice Desolation Art isn't working well on the yeti, so aim for the vital points. There's also no need to force yourself, so group yourselves into four or five, or even six or seven if it's too much."

Zhou Xuchuan clenched his fists and moved. "If you absolutely can't defeat them, call out to me for help, and I'll be there soon."

"Arrgh!" A North Sea Warrior of the Ice Palace screamed on the hill up ahead. A yeti had grabbed her by the sword, lifting her up.

"Yes." Zhou Xuchuan bent his knees and lowered his upper body at the same time. The qi inside him flowed down and headed toward the Yongquan point. "Just like that."

Thud!

His body bent like a slingshot and straightened out. He shot forward like an arrow, no—a meteor. Thanks to the Divine Phantom Art, he was as light as a feather. The moment he kicked off the ground, he streaked across the skies.

He was so fast that he left an afterimage. The sight briefly captured in the onlookers' eyes seemed to have become a part of their core memories.

Like an eagle flying low, Zhou Xuchuan flew low across the snowy ground.

"Huff!"

The path to his destination wasn't smooth. The yetis, with keen senses like a wild beast, or rather a spiritual beast, blocked his path.

He saw not one or two, but seven yetis flying toward him.

Shing.

It was just a brief moment, but it seemed to last for quite a while. The flow of time slowed down. This was a perception that surpassed human limitations.

Zhou Xuchuan looked at the yeti's arm stretching out toward him, blocking his vision. Then, he immediately moved. There was no need for him to move beyond standing up straight to minimize the pressure of the wind.

He simply turned slightly.

He turned diagonally and moved past the arm blocking his way. He overtook one, but there were still six of them left. Amidst the slowed-down time, he saw three of them standing still on both his flanks.

The perception that surpassed human limitations was incredible. His senses and body had long gone beyond common sense.

Zhou Xuchuan exerted strength, and his figure tilted diagonally turned once again. He spun around once and dealt with two of them at the same time. The moment he made contact with the three, Zhou Xuchuan swung his sword while spinning instead of slowing down.

His attack descended as quickly as lightning.

Crunch!

A yeti's arm was severed, and not a single drop of blood splattered into the air. However, it was unknown whether it was because of the cold weather or because the cut was simply too clean.

The sword's wielder didn't even look at it as if the result was obvious, and a radiant sword light rushed out of him, moving from the side of the fourth yeti and cutting diagonally to the top of its shoulder on the opposite side.

Shing!

The spinning Zhou Xuchuan finally stopped spinning, and he found himself staring at the fifth yeti.

Squelch!

He stretched his right arm forward and struck the pommel of his sword with his left palm. The sword shot out like an arrow, gouging out a hole in the yeti's forearm before continuing forward without losing its momentum.

At the same time, Zhou Xuchuan stretched his left hand forward and grabbed the yeti's arm—now sporting a gaping hole—and spun. No, he wasn't just spinning. A wave of energy rushed out of him as soon as he made contact with the yeti's arm, and the wave of energy sent a violent tremor across the yeti's meridians.

In the blink of an eye, the Resonant Palm pervaded the yeti's organs, shocking it.

Swoosh!

Zhou Xuchuan spun around the yeti's arm as if it were a pole and then bounced off it using the momentum of the spin to land in front of the final yeti ahead of him.

Unlike the previous yetis, the yeti before him looked ugly.

Zhou Xuchuan dropped down to the ground face down like a plank of wood and then flipped over once in the air as if he were using the Kunlun Sect's Eight Great Stances of the Dragon in the Clouds.

Anyone's body would shatter if they were to twist in midair at such great speeds, but Zhou Xuchuan had the body of a Coruscant Realm Master, and he had also undergone bodily reformation, so he easily avoided such a fate.

Zhou Xuchuan didn't change directions in midair like how one would use the Eight Great Stances of the Dragon in the Clouds. Instead, he lowered his foot and drove it into the yeti's head.

BOOM!

The strength contained within his foot was explosive. Half of the yeti's head was blasted away, even though he hadn't employed a leg technique. He stomped hard on the brain exposed under the skull and jumped away.

Then, he raised his right hand and performed a skill.

Spatial Manipulation.

The skill's expense depended on the target's distance, but Zhou Xuchuan had no issues performing Spatial Manipulation at great distances.

He called out to the sword that had left him a while ago, and it returned as if it were being sucked into his hand.

When Zhou Xuchuan caught the sword, a violet sword aura manifested, and he drew a vertical line with it.

Squelch!

The yeti couldn't put the Southern Warrior of the Ice Palace into its mouth. It couldn't fill its stomach, as it was split vertically into two, dying instantly from its devastating wounds.

BOOM!

The wind pressure generated by the attack split open a boulder, and a pillar of snow took to the skies. The yeti then finally collapsed to the ground, never to stand up again.

At this point, it was a miracle that an avalanche hadn't occurred.

"Ptoooeeey!" The warrior of the Ice Palace pulled herself out of the snow pile and spat out snow.

"Whew!" The slowed-down returned to normal. Zhou Xuchuan tapped the ground with the tip of his sword.

"..."

The Ice Palace warriors were dumbfounded and speechless.

It was truly an overwhelming sight. They couldn't find any other word to describe it. Zhou Xuchuan had just displayed the "divine might" of an Empyrean Overlord.

"G-grr...!"

In addition to the yeti that Zhou Xuchuan had bypassed, there was still a group of yetis on their way. However, seven of them were defeated in an instant. Despite their numbers, the group of yetis was trembling from the overwhelming pressure.

It was unknown whether it was because they were spirits or because they had excellent intuition, but they dared not approach Zhou Xuchuan.

"Now!" A purple haze rippled around Zhou Xuchuan. "Move while they are paralyzed in fear!"

The Sword God's shout awakened the warriors of the Ice Palace.

"AAAAHHH!"

"Die!"

"Don't let them flee!"

The warriors of the Ice Palace were at a disadvantage against the group of yetis, but they couldn't care less about it. They had an Empyrean Overlord with them, after all.

They moved as if they had never been overwhelmed by the group of yetis, and their morale was high enough to pierce the peaks of the Great Snowy Mountain.

The cheers weren't that loud, as they were worried about an avalanche, but their momentum was overwhelming.

"They say that Mount Hua Sect is the best sect in the murim... That seems to be true. Are all the swordsmen of the Mount Hua Sect really that great?" Hawar asked in admiration.

"Ahahaha...." Luo Xiaoyue chuckled bitterly. In fact, it wasn't Mount Hua Sect. Zhou Xuchuan was the monster instead of the sect. However, they were praising their sect, so she couldn't really say anything.

Thrum!

Luo Xiaoyue smiled and lowered herself slightly. The air above her head ripped heavily as a yeti's fist swept past her.

"We aren't as strong as him. Senior Brother is out of the ordinary."

The Sword God's junior sister answered Hawar's question, swinging her sword and slicing the yeti's neck thinly. She didn't use much force, but the aura around her sword split the yeti's muscle and hide as if they were blocks of tofu.

Thrum.

"..." Hawar's eyebrows furrowed. Her face barely changed, but she was feeling bewildered. The way the twenty-year-old martial artist had nonchalantly handled a yeti while answering her question made the former appear monstrous as well.

"S-Sword God!"

"Yes! I'll go to you next."

Zhou Xuchuan was moving as if he were on a stroll.