Chapter 145: The Terrifying Phenomenon, Three Punches Repel the Kunlun Holy Land
Chapter 145 – The Terrifying Phenomenon, Three Punches Repel the Kunlun Holy Land
Witnessing Chen Changsheng’s explosively surging might, Jiang Ping froze in utter disbelief.
He had assumed Chen Changsheng’s strength was already at a terrifying pinnacle. Who could have fathomed that he had not yet exerted his full power?
Driven by this maddening realization, Jiang Ping charged at Chen Changsheng, his eyes burning crimson.
As a fellow heaven-defying prodigy, he simply refused to accept such a crushing disparity.
Simultaneously, the six Elders of the Kunlun Holy Land blurred into motion, descending upon him as one.
Clang!
The fiercely charging Jiang Ping was swatted away by a single sweep of Chen Changsheng’s weapon. Tumbling through the air, Jiang Ping’s eyes dilated with sheer horror.
Strong!
Too terrifyingly strong!
Relying purely on the raw might of his physical body, Chen Changsheng had completely shattered Jiang Ping’s proud cultivation.
His essence, Qi, and spirit were forged into an impenetrable monolith. Jiang Ping could not perceive even a sliver of weakness.
After casually swatting Jiang Ping aside, Chen Changsheng invoked the Dharma Aspect of Heaven and Earth. His colossal yet agile physique instantly engaged the six Elders of the Kunlun Holy Land.
However, these Elders were not to be underestimated. By merging their power, the six barely managed to withstand the brutal onslaught of his first strike.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng abandoned all restraint. A terrifying phenomenon ripped open the void behind his back.
Ommm!
An endless, desolate graveyard materialized. Amidst the suffocating sea of burial mounds, a singular, ghastly coffin rested in silence.
As the vision anchored into reality, Chen Changsheng’s aura erupted. The countless tombs funneled a boundless torrent of power into his flesh.
This was his phenomenon. It lacked heavenly radiance or sovereign majesty; it exuded only boundless, suffocating sorrow and a stale, deathly stench.
He had buried far too many souls. Yet, with every corpse he consigned to the earth, Chen Changsheng had buried a fraction of his own self along with them.
Empowered by this morbid resonance, Chen Changsheng began to violently suppress the six Elders of the Kunlun Holy Land.
The Taotie Root Bone was unnaturally dense. Every thunderous sweep not only brutally fractured the Elders’ Dharma Treasures but greedily devoured their spiritual essence.
Driven by the tyrannical Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, every twitch of Chen Changsheng’s muscles commanded world-rending force.
His nameless fist technique surged like an apocalyptic tide. With a single punch, the Kunlun Elders were reduced to desperately defending themselves, utterly stripped of the chance to counterattack.
Furthermore, his unprecedented cultivation path inflicted unimaginable torment upon his foes.
Under Body Cultivation, his essence, Qi, and spirit were forged into one. His spiritual energy was his Divine Sense, and his Divine Sense was his spiritual energy.
Every brutal impact from Chen Changsheng drove spikes of sheer agony directly into the Sea of Consciousness of the Kunlun Holy Land’s Elders.
Boom!
Sending the final Elder crashing away, Chen Changsheng halted his pursuit. Gripping the Taotie Root Bone, he cast a cold gaze over Jiang Ping and the remnants of their forces.
The once-pristine landscape had been pulverized into dust. Bottomless, jagged fissures now scarred the shattered earth.
“I warned you against relying on numbers, yet you turned a deaf ear. Look at yourselves now, beaten!”
“For the next twelve hours, no one from the Kunlun Holy Land is to cross this boundary stele. Cross it, and I will show no mercy.”
“Insolent!”
Barely had Chen Changsheng’s arrogant words settled when a heaven-shaking roar tore through the firmament.
Two thousand miles away, deep within the Kunlun Holy Land, two colossal hands erupted from the void, intent on obliterating Chen Changsheng where he stood.
Facing this primordial suppression, Chen Changsheng’s eyes narrowed. The coffin within his graveyard phenomenon slammed open, and a ghastly, blurred silhouette shot straight into his body.
Simultaneously, the bloated silkworm resting upon his shoulder reared its head.
Swish!
Blurring into a streak of golden light, it moved with imperceptible speed, instantly punching a hole through one of the giant hands before screaming straight toward the Kunlun Holy Land.
Concurrently, Chen Changsheng planted his feet and assumed a fighting stance to meet the remaining hand.
He threw a punch. The momentum descended, shattering the heavens and rending the earth!
The colossal palm exploded under his fist, but the devastating shockwave blasted Chen Changsheng backward, his body violently plowing through three massive mountain peaks.
Yet, he exploded out from the rubble mere seconds later, though his right arm hung at a grotesque, mangled angle.
Sweeping his Divine Sense over the ruined limb, Chen Changsheng’s blood and Qi boiled. With a sickening crunch, the dislocated bones snapped back into place, while thick strands of golden silkworm silk rapidly stitched the torn flesh together.
In the span of a breath, his arm was perfectly restored, and he coldly sank back into his punching stance.
The teachings of the Hundred Defeats Immortal Venerable were forever branded into his heart.
“Those who inherit my fist must carve this into their souls: your fist may be broken, but your killing intent must never falter.”
“When you throw a punch, it must be with the absolute resolve to shatter their courage and sever their soul!”
The entity attacking him was undeniably a piece of the Kunlun Holy Land’s ancient foundation. Its sheer cultivation realm eclipsed his own.
But no matter how tyrannical the opponent, it would never slow the swing of his fist.
Boom!
He launched a second punch, and the very foundations of the Kunlun Holy Land trembled violently.
The flesh and blood on Chen Changsheng’s right arm were instantly vaporized, leaving behind only stark, ghastly white bone.
Yet this time, he did not retreat a single step!
As raw muscle forcibly regrew over his bones, he gathered his power anew. At this moment, he cared nothing for the ancient monster’s strength.
He only knew that his enemy’s head had not yet bowed in defeat.
If one punch was insufficient, he would throw two. Even if it demanded a hundred or a thousand strikes, he would not yield a single inch.
Boom!
The third punch erupted. This time, the grand defensive formation of the Kunlun Holy Land cracked under the strain, and deep within its forbidden grounds, a colossal, blood-soaked stone splintered.
However, Chen Changsheng paid the price of his entire right arm.
As the severed limb slowly began to regenerate, Chen Changsheng immediately drew his left arm back, accumulating his spiritual energy. He possessed zero intention of waiting for his right arm to heal.
“Stand down!”
An impossibly ancient voice drifted from the depths of the Kunlun Holy Land. The instant Jiang Ping and the surviving Elders heard this command, they turned and fled.
Concurrently, the suffocating killing intent radiating from the Holy Land evaporated into nothingness.
Sensing his opponent concede, Chen Changsheng finally lowered his left fist.
Swish!
A golden blur dropped onto his shoulder. Returning alongside the bloated silkworm—the Sacred Scarab—was a tiny gourd, no larger than a thumb.
Evidently, this was the beast’s freshly plundered spoil of war.
Having successfully forced the Kunlun Holy Land to retreat, Chen Changsheng did not press the assault. After all, too many terrifying, ancient entities slumbered within its depths.
…
Within the rear mountains of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Staring into the Mystic Light Mirror, the gathered Elders were beaming with unrestrained glee.
“The Holy Son is a true sovereign! He actually forced those undying relics of the Kunlun Holy Land to lower their heads!”
“From this day forth, if anyone dares to slander the Holy Son, I will personally silence them.”
“Oh, spare us your flattery!”
“The Holy Son’s raw power likely eclipses your own. How many of those apocalyptic punches could your old bones withstand?”
“Do not forget, our vital blood and Qi have already begun to wither, while the Holy Son is at the absolute peak of his prime.”
“In a battle of attrition, the Holy Son would simply grind you into dust.”
“Must you speak with such poison? As if you are a freshly bloomed youth yourself…”
Seeing the old men bickering like children, the Second Elder raised his hands, pressing the air to demand silence. “The Holy Son’s terrifying prowess proves one thing: our Purple Mansion Holy Land is the true vessel for the Heaven’s Mandate.”
“Now that the Sacred Scarab has been secured by the Holy Lord, we shall use it to measure the Holy Son’s Providence the moment he returns.”
“If the Holy Son is truly the chosen vessel, we will pay any price necessary to seize the Heaven’s Mandate.”
Hearing the Second Elder’s decree, another Elder furrowed his brow. “Then what of Wu Li? He, too, wields heaven-defying strength!”