When Luo Qing saw the arrival of Elder Frost, he knew something bad was about to happen, but he didn't expect the crisis to come so quickly, nor did he expect that Jiang Liu would actually confront the Western Heaven Battle Hall head-on.
"Why don't you just give in and go to the Western Heaven Battle Palace? That's the Western Heaven Battle Palace! You know the power of the Western Heaven Battle Emperor, why bother? Why are you doing this? My poor Luo Shen Clan, caught in the middle, will surely be crushed to pieces..."
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The Million Heaven-Supporting Hand is powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand and can seize mountains and grasp the moon. The giant hand did not go towards the nine divine dragons, but instead covered the river. The cold air in the palm swept over it, like a huge millstone that could grind away all living beings. It was no weaker than the "Great Millstone of Heaven and Earth".
Enough to grind everything down and reduce everything to nothingness.
Jiang Liu looked at the colossal hand that reached the sky and was surprised to find that the power to obliterate everything in its palm was even more terrifying than his own "Transformation Technique".
Just after the giant hand covered the area, a soft shout came from within, and a blue lotus swayed, exuding an ancient and timeless charm.
Then, the nine dragons began to revive, each evolving its own offensive divine arts. Each true dragon opened its mouth, spewing out brilliant rays of light that transformed into a sky-piercing killing intent, slashing and cleaving across the land, sweeping away and annihilating.
"That's terrifying!" Ling Zhanzi exclaimed in shock, unsure whether he was referring to the Million Heaven-Reaching Hands or the Nine Dragons Spirit Array.
Nine dragons roared, spewing out nine long, rainbow-like streams of air that seemed to shake the heavens, accompanied by a blinding sea of lightning. It was as if the nine heavens were about to fall down, a domineering and devastating force!
"Kill you, the leader of this formation, and see how these nine mudskippers run rampant!"
The Old Man of Winter grinned maliciously as he unleashed the full power of his "Million-Strong Sky-Reaching Hand" technique.
"Huh?!" Then, a hint of surprise appeared on his confident face again.
Chapter 432 Fist
"Oh no, he's completely unharmed. This is the Million Heaven-Suppressing Hand technique at the Great Perfection of the Earthly Sovereign realm, almost reaching the level of ten million battle runes... How could he have taken it without any damage! What is that blue lotus? Isn't he a master of the sword? How come he has both a spirit array and this super strong defense..."
With a million battle runes, one can fight against an Earthly Supreme; with ten million battle runes, one can fight against a Heavenly Supreme. This terrifying power can annihilate any powerful being in a lower plane with a flick of the finger.
Under the "Million Sky-Grabbing Hands," an aura of winter's annihilation permeated the air, and endless, chilling weapons were grinding away like a meat grinder, enveloping the river and threatening to crush it into dust.
If someone were to develop X-ray vision, they would be able to see Jiang Liu standing with a green lotus in his hand, his robes fluttering as he calmly faced the annihilation of thousands of battle patterns, using his body to block this supreme divine technique capable of killing even a peak Earthly Sovereign.
"ah……"
Others couldn't see the scene beneath the colossal hand, but the Old Man of Winter perceived it clearly. The river flowed like a reef in the ocean, unharmed by the erosion of battle energy.
Standing with a flower in hand, how relaxed, how carefree, how utterly overwhelming.
The Old Man of Winter roared to the sky, his silver hair flying wildly, like a madman, unleashing his immense magical power, pushing the "Million Sky-Grasping Hand" to its limit once more. The battle markings on his arms shimmered with a crimson light; he was actually bleeding.
The blood seeping from his battle runes only occurs when he is forced to his limit. This means that his strength has reached its peak, and it also means that after this battle, even if he is at the Great Perfection of the Earthly Sovereign realm, he will be severely injured and weakened, and may even drop a minor realm.
The Old Man of Winter, whose eyebrows and beard were originally white and whose face was gaunt, now had eyes like celestial swords, piercing through the void and striking the river. He was like a demon god, holding up the sky with one hand and subduing dragons with the other!
I will sever your body and destroy your soul!
The roar shook the sky, the battle spirit power soared into the heavens and shook the rivers and mountains. Countless mountain ranges trembled, and the Luo River surged with towering waves.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang..."
Nine dragons swept down from the sky, their killing intent surging down. Each strand of killing intent was imbued with a terrifying aura of slaughter, and incorporated Jiang Liu's understanding of the Way of Destruction.
The waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven! It is like the Milky Way falling, a vast expanse without end, with murderous intent sweeping across the heavens and the earth, shocking the world.
Nine killing intents, each one equivalent to seventy percent of Jiang Liu's strength, could easily shatter mountains and rivers and tear apart the void.
The Old Man of Winter, with one palm reaching to the heavens and the other to annihilate the earth, moved with the power of a god or demon, managing to block the Nine Dragons' attack while simultaneously striking Jiang Liu. His combat strength at the peak of the Earthly Sovereign realm was terrifying indeed!
Nine streams of killing intent swept over him, yet they couldn't harm him in the slightest.
After the killing intent dissipated, a massive, black stele appeared in the void, blocking all nine streams of killing intent. The killing intent swirled around the stele, unable to get close to Elder Winter. It was clear that the stele had conjured endless mountains, neutralizing the killing power.
"Old Dong actually used the 'Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Tablet' and, despite being seriously injured, activated battle runes worth nearly ten million. Damn it, we underestimated that person..." Ling Jianzi raised an eyebrow, and the three-foot-long sword on his back vibrated incessantly. Clearly, his mind was in turmoil, and so was his sword.
The fine dragon scales on Linglongzi's body exploded, sending chills down one's spine.
"We have all witnessed Elder Dong's strength, so what are you afraid of?" The burning fighting spirit in Ling Zhanzi's eyes was still burning, and it seemed that nothing could touch his heart. He was able to cultivate the ancient war emperor's avatar, so his mind was naturally much more determined than the other three.
He remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, simply because the scene before him was still within his tolerance level.
The Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Tablet, a mid-level sacred object, is a treasure equivalent to an acquired spiritual treasure.
Having withstood the killing power of the nine dragons, the "Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Stele" transformed into a black mountain, hundreds of feet high, with unparalleled holy might, and pressed down on the river.
"Alas! This Nine Dragons Soaring to the Sky Diagram is slightly insufficient in dealing with those with great supernatural powers who possess supreme treasures! However, this is only the first time I have set up an array, and I did not use a supreme treasure as the array core. Its power has already exceeded my expectations!"
Jiang Liu stood with a flower in his hand, looking at the nine divine dragons in the sky, quite satisfied. The Source Celestial Master's greatest skill was using the power of heaven and earth to kill enemies; this city wasn't a particularly dangerous place, so its power was slightly insufficient, which wasn't unexpected for Jiang Liu.
If one could find a dangerous place like the Primordial Ancient Mine to set up a spirit array, its power would be further enhanced.
Having tested the power of the spirit array, Jiang Liu turned to look at Old Man Frosty Winter, his gaze intimidating.
If he hadn't been able to restrain this old man of winter, he wouldn't have dared to stand so calmly.
Now that the spirit tablet, which has transformed into a mountain, is pressing down, Jiang Liu dares not stand here and let it do as it pleases. If he doesn't make a move, he will really be suppressed and end up being fucked instead of showing off.
Faced with the massive mountain crushing down on him, Jiang Liu suddenly swung his fist, his green lotus trembling, to meet the towering hand. He himself went straight to meet the black mountain that carried overwhelming holy might.
Its brilliance is restrained, yet its invincible fist intent dominates heaven and earth.
"Has he gone mad?!"
"To meet a sacred relic with one's bare fists? Isn't that just courting death?!"
Everyone exclaimed in disbelief. If they collided, their fists would be reduced to bloody pulp. How could they possibly withstand a mid-level sacred artifact?
Ling Zhanzi burst into laughter, his eyes blazing. Ling Jianzi, Ling Longzi, and Ling Feizi beside him all let out a long sigh of relief…
Many people in Luoshen City couldn't bear to watch, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least they hadn't offended the Western Heaven Battle Hall again. What would have happened if Jiang Liu had won? But there was also a trace of regret. He was an amazing talent who could withstand the attack of a Great Perfection Earthly Sovereign and shake the power of the Old Man of Winter. It was such a pity to bury him like this.
The old man of winter wore a cold smile. He could already foresee the scene of this incredible and mysterious powerhouse dying. So what if he could withstand my "Million Sky-Piercing Hand"? He would still die!
Sacred objects are something the physical body can withstand. Even if you don't have a supreme treasure, you should use supernatural powers to resist them!
"Even the War Emperor wouldn't dare to directly withstand the attack of a sacred artifact with his bare body if he were of the same level, unless he used the ancient War Emperor's Dharma Body..."
Old Man Winter's thoughts were not yet exhausted...
"Thump!"
With a deafening roar, Jiang Liu's fist did not turn into blood and gore, but instead sent the black mountain flying backward.
"Snap!"
The mountain flew back and immediately returned to the state of the spirit tablet, with several cracks appearing on it.
"Impossible, how could the physical body possibly withstand the attack of a sacred object... This is impossible..."
Under the horrified gaze, Jiang Liu's fist grew larger and larger in the eyes of the Old Man of Winter!
Chapter 433 Sending You On Your Way
He punched the "Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Stele" away, and then punched the Old Man of Winter.
Although it looked like just two ordinary punches, they embodied Jiang Liu's entire cultivation, and he even used the bronze cauldron.
They don't make a move unless they're absolutely sure of it, but when they do, they go all out.
Since we've already offended them, we might as well go all the way and kill them.
Although caught off guard by the sudden punch, the Old Man of Winter, who had lived a lifetime, was not easily killed. In an instant, vast spiritual power roared around him, transforming into tornadoes and storms. The next moment, his hands suddenly formed a seal, and the black giant monument that had gathered the power of ten thousand mountains guarded him. Then, he unleashed a punch, plunging the world into darkness.
The Old Man of Winter unleashed a punch, and vast spiritual power gathered like a storm, eventually transforming into a massive fist imprint hundreds of feet long. A majestic aura emanated from it, causing even the heavens and earth to tremble slightly under its force.
Jiang Liu's punch, however, was extremely ordinary, like a mortal swinging his fist at a giant.
It returns to simplicity and its imposing presence is completely restrained, without revealing any actual terror.
This punch truly embodies the Dao, stripping away all artifice; a punch is simply a punch, capable of destroying everything, and that is enough.
The two fists, one large and one small, collided, creating an invisible shockwave that then subsided. There was no explosion of spiritual energy or much elemental impact; it was utterly calm.
Like a spring breeze, the common people in Luoshen City, who had just endured the torment of a harsh winter, immediately felt that winter was over and spring had arrived.
But the old man of the cold winter was so shocked that half of his body went numb, and he looked on in disbelief. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he flew out.
To defeat the "Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Stele" with one's own flesh and blood was already domineering enough, leaving people stunned and speechless.
Now, with another punch, he has severely injured Old Man Winter, causing an uproar among everyone.
"How did he withstand it just now? You have to know that the Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Tablet carries overwhelming holy power. What kind of physique does he have that dares to clash with it with his fists?"
"How is this possible? Can flesh and blood shake a sacred object? It's like a fantasy!" However, the facts were right in front of them, and people had no choice but to believe that it had actually happened.
"But Old Man Dong has truly lost..."
"After this defeat, what should our Luo Shen clan do... The Western Heaven Battle Palace will destroy us as easily as crushing an ant..."
In the sky, the cracks on the dark, heavy "Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Tablet" that guarded the body of the Old Man of Winter widened again, teetering on the brink of destruction.
He nearly destroyed a mid-level sacred artifact with just two punches!
People were stunned and speechless; they simply couldn't believe it—it was too shocking.
The four disciples of the Western Heaven War Emperor were speechless with shock, goosebumps rising all over their bodies. Just how powerful was this mysterious person? This was a mid-level sacred artifact, capable of suppressing even the most powerful beings, yet it had been destroyed like this.
Even Ling Zhanzi, who prided himself on having an unshakeable fighting spirit, had a drastic change in expression.
"Old Winter has been defeated... Let's go!" Ling Zhanzi was stunned, then took a step and fled. Since Old Winter had been defeated even with the sacred artifact, the four of them joining forces would be of no use.
Those who stay will only be crushed into dust.
Jiang Liu narrowed his eyes as he watched the four people fly away.
The old man from the cold winter, who had been seriously injured by a single punch, grinned maliciously. The "Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Tablet," which was already covered in cracks, emitted a dazzling light and swayed with brilliant radiance, directly suppressing the old man.
This is a self-destruction attempt to annihilate Jiang Liu!
All of this was too shocking. The broken sacred object was burning, a sign that it was about to explode. It was too terrifying. They were willing to do anything to kill Jiang Liu, and even destroy Luoshen City.
"hehe……"
A cold laugh rang out. The Old Man of Winter was like the arrival of winter itself, devoid of any emotion. He didn't care how many lives had perished in the self-destruction of the "Ten Thousand Mountains Spirit Tablet." He regarded all living beings as ants. In his eyes, mortals and cultivators alike were less than insects. He could crush them all into bloody mud with a single stomp, killing them all.