Chapter 450: Chapter 448 Azure Dragon Nirvana

Zhong Lin stepped back instead of advancing, simultaneously executing the “Emperor Dragon Roar” from the Azure Dragon Eight Forms.

In that instant, the surrounding world was engulfed by violent winds, with dragon roars filling the air. A massive golden dragon’s head descended from the sky, bringing immense pressure as it crashed toward Wu Chen Arhat’s Zen Stick.

Boom!

Contrary to what was imagined, there was no earth-shattering explosion. Instead, both their attacks dissipated into nothingness. Yet, Zhong Lin let out a muffled groan, his face turning slightly pale as trickles of fresh blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.

“The gap is still too large. I’ve only just introduced Yin Evil into my body, while this bald monk has already comprehended life and death, achieving an Undying Body. His Spiritual Origin has long merged with Gang, exceedingly robust, and he’s also cultivated the Arhat Path, making his physical body immensely powerful. Relying on mere physical strength to fight him holds no chance of victory.”

Zhong Lin gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes heavy with burden.

His physical body and cultivation were no match for the bald monk. Such a battle was destined to end in defeat sooner or later.

“It’s over, I’ll send you to see the Buddha, Lion Heart Hammer!”

Wu Chen Arhat roared, the Zen Stick in his hand sweeping through the air in a dramatic arc, as if transforming into a mountain, bearing down on Zhong Lin with infinite force.

The surrounding air simultaneously erupted, with stormy currents howling. What seemed slow was in fact extremely fast, the vibrating space undulating like water.

Zhong Lin consumed a Healing Pill, and in an instant, his previously depleted Spiritual Origin surged once more.

He stepped out, his nimble form suddenly breaking through the raging storm, ascending several thousand kilometers with lightning speed, a halo of faint golden light expanding outward.

Within this halo, a dragon-shaped creature twisted and turned, swiftly completing a series of actions at an incredible speed.

“Azure Dragon Claw!”

“Azure Dragon Sky Splitting!”

“Emperor Dragon Roar!”

“Azure Dragon Yan Tian!”

Zhong Lin executed the Azure Dragon Eight Forms with dazzling speed, aiming all the moves not at Wu Chen Arhat but into the void.

“Azure Dragon Creation!”

As the Fist Intent of the seventh form, Azure Dragon Creation, manifested, violent winds swept through the void, with lightning and thunder roaring. The aura had grown so powerful it far exceeded what could typically be displayed at the Yin Evil Realm.

Yet it was not over, as the Azure Dragon in the void continued to twist and transform.

“The eighth form, Azure Dragon Nirvana!”

Zhong Lin’s cold and hollow voice echoed from the depths of the Gang wind, devoid of any emotional fluctuation; it was filled with pure, intense death.

If the seventh form contained infinite vitality, then the final form of the Azure Dragon Eight Forms was the only one that embodied pure death as ultimate mastery.

The previous six forms were for destruction, the seventh for creation, and the final form for death.

Destruction is not death, destruction is a purpose, death is a state.

All living things in nature have life and death, and the “Azure Dragon Nirvana” was the original Creator’s understanding of the ultimate fate and death state of all things.

In the faint golden light, the giant azure dragon moved extremely slowly, contrasting sharply with its previous speed.

“Not good.”

Wu Chen Arhat had paid little mind to Zhong Lin’s earlier moves of the Azure Dragon Eight Forms, but as Zhong Lin completed the first seven forms and reached the eighth, a terrifying aura that could make the heavens and earth change color emanated from Zhong Lin, instilling fear even in him, who had achieved an Undying Body.

He could clearly see that in the clouds, the half-human, half-dragon Zhong Lin, during the movements of the dragon’s shadow, had his own black Dragon Scales bursting open and shattering, with faint golden blood spraying out, turning to mist enveloping the dragon’s body.

This was the result of Zhong Lin’s body being unable to withstand the immense Death Power of the Azure Dragon’s eighth form. The power of the eighth form was extremely strong, but the condition to unleash it was equally harsh. With Zhong Lin still in the Yin Yang Realm in cultivation, he had absolutely no qualification to use this move.

This was also why Zhong Lin triggered the pure power of death, causing the explosion of Dragon Scales and the splattering of Dragon Blood.

Rumble!

When the giant dragon in the sky completed the final posture, all eight-form phantoms suddenly shattered like bubbles. A cracking sound was heard, and the sky collapsed, the ground seemed to fall away, and an endless darkness rapidly engulfed the entire space.

At this moment, Zhong Lin completely disappeared, but his aura did not vanish. Instead of disappearing, it multiplied geometrically to a terrifying degree, exceeding the limits of the Yin Yang Realm in power.

In this instant, Wu Chen Arhat’s face also showed fright, and what unsettled him even more was the silent, permeating Death Power within the darkness. This power was pure, hollow, devoid of any attributes.

At this point, the Azure Dragon Eight Forms had fully transformed into the black Death Power that emerges when all things perish and wither. The power of the Azure Dragon’s annihilation was unstoppable by anything.

Wu Chen Arhat no longer hesitated, finally retreating. In the face of this terrifying power of death, any attempt to escape would not seem cowardly or shameful.

With a flash of light, Wu Chen Arhat instantly broke through the void, fleeing into the distance.

“Today’s young people are too terrifying; where did this monster come from?”

Wu Chen Arhat had never imagined he would run and flee from a young person, especially one whose cultivation was far beneath his own.

“Trying to escape?”

In his half-human, half-dragon state, Zhong Lin’s eyes were complete darkness. It wasn’t pitch black, but rather a void, cold and indifferent, as if all light in the world couldn’t shine through this darkness.

A deafening crash, like a sky-breaking colossus, sounded from behind Wu Chen Arhat, as if something had crashed down from the depths of darkness.

Yet, all around was only the sound of the wind and a terrifying, suffocating aura, with nothing visible to the eyes. However, what couldn’t be seen by the eyes could be sensed by the Divine Thought.

Wu Chen Arhat distinctly saw a massive, unimaginably huge dragon claw descending abruptly from above.

This dragon claw was neither azure nor golden but pure black, with black flames exhaling beneath every black dragon scale on the claw; it was the flame of death.

Crash!

The two were initially very far apart, but the moment Wu Chen Arhat sensed the black dragon claw, it immediately struck him fiercely on the back, as if this attack had transcended time and space.

“Ah!”

Wu Chen Arhat screamed as he was sent flying, his body encircled by thick Black Water. The death power contained in this strike was thick like water, flooding into his body, scouring his limbs, bones, and every meridian.

Wu Chen Arhat had long cultivated the Arhat Golden Body, his realm reaching that of an Undying Body. His flesh was denser and harder than some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, able to withstand Mystical Artifacts, and even Treasure found it difficult to penetrate. Moreover, his spirit and will were extremely strong and resolute.

Yet, at this moment, the thick, water-like death power invaded his body, burning like flames, forcing him to scream, with black flames spouting from his eyes and thick blood flowing like streams from beneath his yellow monk robes.

This blood was not red, nor was it golden, but black.

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