Chapter 449: Chapter 447: Bald Donkey
The White Tiger suddenly opened its beastly mouth, revealing a white sphere inside, crackling with intense electric light.
“Be careful of the Geng Metal Divine Thunder.”
Bian Yingjie shouted, quickly retreating.
“Junior brother, run quickly.”
Chi Zhonglin’s face also changed drastically, and he swiftly retreated while reminding Zhong Lin.
The next moment, the orb of platinum-colored lightning rushed out and exploded continuously, countless sword lights were interwoven with Sword Qi, cutting in all directions.
Buzzing!
The low thunder echoed endlessly in the sky, everything tangible and intangible trembled and shattered under this lightning and sword light, turning all substances into dust wherever it passed.
“Puff!”
“Puff!”
Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, though they ran fast enough, they were still injured.
“Damn it, to be pushed to this point by a beast, Big Bian, cover me.”
Chi Zhonglin snorted coldly, instantly his aura drastically changed, and the Profound Black Heavy Sword entered the void.
Boom!
Infinite power shook, triggering ripples that moved everything, with Chi Zhonglin at the center, endless flames roared and ignited.
Hiss! Hiss!
At this moment, countless Profound Black Heavy Swords crazily emerged from the ground like vegetation, each sword burning with a crimson flame.
This flame is Hellfire, carrying a strong effect of a painful curse, once trapped in it, one will endure endless Purgatory torment.
The flames connected with each other, turning into a world of swords and fire.
“Purgatory Sword Sea, destroy the gods!”
Bian Yingjie also grabbed into the void, a black long spear appeared in his hand.
“The spear is formless, the lance is shadowless, shattering Qian Kun in boundless desolation.”
The spear thrust straightforwardly without any flourish, aiming directly at the White Tiger’s brow, erupting with a terrifying Gang Qi that extinguishes all life.
The clanging sounds incessantly, as the swords and spear turned into a sea of swords and waves of spear, ruthlessly and coldly soaring, the space trembled with sounds as if bearing an unbearable burden.
This combined attack of sword and spear was launched, centered around the two of them, endless soil and gravel were annihilated, and the extremely sharp and violent Gang Qi instantly enveloped the White Tiger.
Boom!
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing was like a series of cannon shots, rising in succession, with waves of air like tsunamis surging massively from their battleground, pouring out in a cleansing sweep across all directions.
The surrounding mountains, already turned into a vast wasteland, seemed as if the ground within hundreds of miles had turned into a sea surface, with tens of millions of tons of earth upheaving hundreds of feet high like ocean waves.
From high above, it appeared like a giant lotus flower blooming.
…
Zhong Lin stood somberly in the high sky dozens of miles away, the battle between the two men and beast was entirely a battlefield he couldn’t touch now. The terrifying confrontation filled him with awe even while he stood in the high sky.
The battle of Life and Death Realm martial artists resembled a clash between gods and demons, not something he, a mere Yin Evil Realm early-stage Martial Artist who had just absorbed Yin Evil into his body, could participate in.
He could only watch helplessly as the lotus-like battlefield rose like heavenly majesty, anxiously waiting.
“Who is it?”
Zhong Lin abruptly turned his head to look into the distance, as the fluctuation of the battle just now caused a wisp of aura to leak out, allowing him to detect the presence of another person.
“My Buddha is compassionate.”
Accompanied by a low chant, a yellow figure appeared among the ruins.
The newcomer was tall, clothed in a yellow robe, with exposed, muscular skin exuding a domineering, powerful Qi-Blood. Most striking was the white scalp reflecting in the sunlight.
“Buddha Domain Martial Artist? It’s you.”
Zhong Lin already recognized the newcomer’s identity immediately, without surprise, this person should be the Vajra Arhat mentioned by Bian Yingjie, who had dealings with the White Tiger Demon Beast.
The one who spreads information and lures people to be devoured by it, the Buddha Domain Martial Artist.
In an instant, murderous intent surged in Zhong Lin’s heart.
“Bald donkey, to think you, a Buddha Domain Martial Artist, would cooperate with demon beasts to hunt down Martial Artists of the Human Clan, and now dare to appear before me, do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?”
The Vajra Arhat’s eyes shimmered, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and chanted a Buddhist mantra, “My Buddha is compassionate, what of humans? What of demons? The White Tiger Venerable is trapped in the Five Elements Secret Realm, this humble monk merely feels the Buddhist edict to help it escape the sea of suffering, all sins will be solely borne by Wu Chen.”
“White Tiger Venerable? Good for you, bald donkey, what a cunning plan you have, but do you really think you can subdue this White Tiger?”
Zhong Lin cursed angrily, his long black hair rising, the black robe flapping loudly.
“No need for the benefactor to worry about that, I just hope the benefactor will offer your flesh and blood, to help the White Tiger Venerable progress further.”
Immediately, both of them struck simultaneously!
Turbulent air currents shook continually, the Gang Wind suddenly exploded.
Boom!
The ground under Wu Chen Arhat’s feet suddenly burst, amidst the roar, a Zen Stick appeared in his hand, and within an instant of bursting Gang Wind, it was brought within a yard of Zhong Lin and smashed down.
This Wu Chen Arhat, being of Life and Death Realm cultivation, has now even drawn his Lifebound Weapon, clearly intending to kill Zhong Lin with one strike, leaving no chance of survival.
The moment the Zen Stick appeared, the surrounding air currents instantly shattered, all tangible and intangible things were completely pushed out, forming a vacuum zone between the Zen Stick and Zhong Lin.
“Haa!”
Zhong Lin roared, his arms straightened, and he swung a punch directly.
With this punch, the air within a hundred feet around Zhong Lin exploded in waves, stirring up an endless storm.
As Zhong Lin’s punch swung upward, a towering mountain phantom rose behind him, as the iron fist reached its highest momentum, the massive mountain suddenly exploded, and a gigantic iron fist with an indomitable momentum slammed towards Wu Chen Arhat’s Zen Stick.
Crash!
With Spiritual Origin trembling, turbulent air currents and sound waves mingled, tearing through the sky amidst countless ghostly wails and wolf howls, and the ground beneath suddenly collapsed several feet.
Seeing such a scene, Wu Chen Arhat’s eyes widened suddenly, staring at Zhong Lin in disbelief.
“You’re merely a Yin Evil Realm cultivation, how can you block my attack?”
“Bald donkey, there’s a lot you don’t know, take another punch from me.”
Zhong Lin roared, his breath rumbling like thunder, his voice like a mountain, resounding and substantial.
Tangible sound waves and air currents shot directly like thunderous mountains, shattering the scattered stones into powder.
As the punch was thrown, only a roar of void trembling was heard, a Golden Dragon Energy over a hundred feet long roared and tore through the void.
Wherever the Golden Dragon Energy went, the air exploded, leaving a clear trace of air waves.
“A trivial skill, even if your fist is hard, it’s merely Yin Evil Realm cultivation, how can it compare to me, die!”
Wu Chen Arhat swung his Zen Stick again, smashing down, with golden light shining brightly around, and thunder rumbling, the entire figure was like an angry thunder Vajra, pressing towards Zhong Lin with a sky-exploding momentum.
Bang!
The Golden Dragon Energy was instantly obliterated.
Yet at this moment, Zhong Lin’s second punch had already arrived.
“Azure Dragon Eight Forms, Emperor Dragon Roar.”
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