Chapter 584 - 354: Final Battle: The Black Dragon Appears, Azure Dragon Enters the Body (Part 2)

"From that strike just now, it should be clear to both of us that neither of us can best the other, but you can’t maintain your current state for long. So, why not shake hands and make peace, and then you leave on your own. I promise I won’t trouble you."

"If you’re willing, you could even join me. I guarantee you’ll get the highest treatment, whatever cultivation resources you want, you’ll have. I can even share all my cultivation experience with you without reservation. How about that?"

Upon hearing the conditions offered by Jingping Saint, many people fell silent.

Because they were simply too generous.

Not to mention anything else, just the promise of any resources desired would make many people’s eyes turn red with envy.

Plus, the final promise of sharing all personal cultivation experience made it an irresistible temptation.

Even Nan Liangyu admitted that when faced with such an offer, he would have to ponder it seriously.

After all, on one side is fighting alone, engaging in a battle with an uncertain outcome.

On the other side is safety, even gaining invaluable experience.

Anyone would hesitate.

But Zhao Ya did not hesitate, instead letting out a cold laugh.

"What’s wrong? Where’s all the arrogance from before, swearing to wipe out Azure Dragon Temple entirely? Are you feeling uncertain, afraid to continue fighting with me?"

Upon Zhao Ya’s words, Jingping Saint’s face instantly darkened.

"It seems you really refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. I just cherish talent. Do you truly think I don’t dare to kill you?"

"Sorry, I don’t drink the forfeit, and as for your toast... I disdain it even more!"

With that, Zhao Ya rushed out, shouting as loud as thunder.

"Watch the fist!"

If Jingping Saint’s previous palm seemed like it overturned the heavens and earth, then at this moment Zhao Ya’s fist was like a spear piercing the sky, punching a hole through it.

Under the overwhelming power of the fist, Jingping Saint had to treat it with caution, so he extended both palms to receive it.

However, just as the fist approached, it suddenly flipped over, and in the palm appeared a firearm, the muzzle pointed directly at Jingping Saint’s face.

Oh no!

Jingping Saint was shocked in his heart.

Though he said earlier that Zhao Ya’s firearm should already be out of bullets,

that assumption was based on information from Ye Xunhuan, and he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure if it was true or false.

If there were still bullets inside, then he would indeed suffer greatly.

In a flash, Jingping Saint’s actions were even faster than his thoughts.

With a lateral move, his body shifted over a yard away.

Though his move was quick, Zhao Ya was even faster.

Almost at the instant of Jingping Saint’s evasion, another crossbow arrow suddenly shot from Zhao Ya’s other hand.

At this time, the distance between Zhao Ya and Jingping Saint was just a few yards, and the arrow reached in the blink of an eye.

But Jingping Saint was not at all afraid, even letting out a cold laugh.

"Trivial trick."

Sure enough.

As the arrow neared Jingping Saint, it suddenly seemed as if it fell into thick glue, its speed rapidly slowing.

Moreover, the incredibly hard arrowhead started to redden and heat up, finally disintegrating into nothingness.

Jingping Saint looked at Zhao Ya full of smugness, and then was stunned.

Because Zhao Ya, who had been right in front of him, was now nowhere to be seen.

At that moment, a shot rang from behind.

Then Jingping Saint was sent flying as if struck by an elephant.

Zhao Ya stood behind him, his firearm still emitting thin streams of smoke.

He was certain that the shot just now hit Jingping Saint at the back of his head.

Despite Jingping Saint’s Protective True Power frantically blocking, the bullet’s power far surpassed that of crossbow arrows, thus it pierced through the layers of defense and hit the back of his head.

But Zhao Ya couldn’t be sure if Jingping Saint was killed.

However, Zhao Ya understood the principle of striking when the enemy is down.

So, almost at the moment Jingping Saint was blown away, Zhao Ya swiftly slid the firearm into his sleeve and rushed forward.

It wasn’t for lack of desire to shoot again, but indeed there were no bullets left in the firearm.

Ye Xunhuan indeed hadn’t told Jingping Saint the truth.

In reality, he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone.

There were indeed only five bullets retrieved from the big fish in the Wuyang Sea, but actually, there was one more already in the firearm.

Ye Xunhuan had never told anyone about this.

And this was the origin of the final shot.

From Zhao Ya throwing the punch to Jingping Saint dodging.

Then Zhao Ya shooting a crossbow to distract Jingping Saint while moving to his back to pull the trigger.

The whole process seemed long but actually only took three seconds.

Once Jingping Saint was blown away, everyone finally realized what had happened, causing an uproar.

Shen Yunshen was so excited, he slapped his thigh repeatedly.

"Good, good, well struck."

He wished nothing more than for that shot to have killed Jingping Saint.

As for the allied forces arriving at the mountain gate, they seemed like they had lost their parents.

Who would have thought that a battle which seemed certain to win would have such a turbulent and unpredictable outcome?

Everyone’s eyes were on Jingping Saint, who was blown away and falling straight down.

At this time, Zhao Ya also arrived.

The Hand Crossbow bolts were all spent, and the Cold Iron Saber had been rendered useless in his duel with Ye Xunhuan.

But Zhao Ya’s fists were his most powerful weapons.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his strongest Immovable Ming King Fist, aiming straight for Jingping Saint’s head.