Chapter 145: Terrifying Aura, Three Punches to Repel the Kunlun Sacred Ground
Watching as Chen Changsheng’s strength surged, Jiang Ping was instantly dumbfounded.
He thought that Chen Changsheng had already displayed enough monstrous power, but who would have thought that he had not even unleashed his full strength yet?
With this thought, Jiang Ping’s eyes immediately reddened as he rushed toward Chen Changsheng.
As a Heavenly Prodigy, he couldn’t possibly be so far behind Chen Changsheng.
At the same time, the six elders of the Kunlun Sacred Ground rushed forth together.
“Bang!”
With an overwhelming momentum, Jiang Ping was sent flying by Chen Changsheng with a single blow. As he was propelled through the air, disbelief filled his eyes.
Strong!
Too strong!
With just his physical strength, Chen Changsheng had shattered Jiang Ping’s proud cultivation.
His essence, qi, and spirit were integrated as one; he found no weaknesses in Chen Changsheng.
After casually sending Jiang Ping flying, Chen Changsheng directly activated the Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth, his enormous and agile form intertwining with the six elders of the Kunlun Sacred Ground.
It was evident that elders were indeed elders; under their combined efforts, they barely resisted the first wave of Chen Changsheng’s attack.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng no longer held back, and a terrifying aura instantly appeared behind him.
“Buzz!”
A vast and endless graveyard manifested behind Chen Changsheng, densely populated with graves, among which a coffin was clearly visible.
As the aura emerged, Chen Changsheng’s power surged once more; the countless graves behind him began to continuously provide him with strength.
This was Chen Changsheng’s aura, not particularly splendid or magnificent, but filled with endless sorrow and a chilling terror.
Chen Changsheng had buried far too many people; while interring them, he had also buried parts of himself.
With the enhancement of the aura, Chen Changsheng began to press the six elders of the Kunlun Sacred Ground.
The Taotie Bone was abnormally hard; each strike not only dealt serious damage to the six elders’ magic treasures but also absorbed part of the treasures’ spiritual essence.
The might of the Eight-Nine Profound Art was extraordinarily fierce, and every motion of Chen Changsheng possessed the power to move mountains and fill seas.
The nameless fist technique had a momentum that could move the earth; when he struck, the Kunlun elders could only defend, with no ability to counterattack.
Moreover, the refining of the body also made Chen Changsheng’s enemies suffer greatly.
“Refining the Body” meant that essence, qi, and spirit were integrated; spiritual strength was also spiritual sense, and spiritual sense was also spiritual strength.
Each attack from Chen Changsheng would pierce through the consciousness of the elders from the Kunlun Sacred Ground.
“Boom!”
Having sent the last elder flying, Chen Changsheng did not pursue further but quietly watched Jiang Ping and the others while holding the Taotie Bone.
The beautiful scenery around had been leveled, and deep cracks had appeared in the wide terrain.
“I told you long ago not to use numbers to bully the few, yet you wouldn’t listen; now you’ve got a taste of it!”
“Within twelve hours, the Kunlun Sacred Ground must not cross the boundary stone; otherwise, don’t blame me for being merciless.”
“Audacious!”
Just as Chen Changsheng finished boasting, a thunderous shout came echoing toward him.
From two thousand miles away in the Kunlun Sacred Ground, two giant hands suddenly stretched out, seemingly intending to crush Chen Changsheng.
Faced with this powerful attack, Chen Changsheng’s gaze sharpened; the coffin in the aura suddenly opened, and a hazy silhouette flew out toward Chen Changsheng.
At the same time, the “Big Fat Caterpillar,” which had been resting on Chen Changsheng’s shoulder, also raised its head.
“Swipe!”
A blinding flash of golden light pierced through one of the giant hands, continuing on toward the Kunlun Sacred Ground.
In that moment, Chen Changsheng also braced himself to meet the other giant hand.
With a punch, momentum surged, causing the earth to quake!
The giant hand was shattered by Chen Changsheng’s single punch, but the powerful shockwave sent Chen Changsheng flying, crashing into three mountains.
Soon, however, Chen Changsheng burst forth from the rubble, though his right hand had taken on a twisted form.
Glancing at his right hand, Chen Changsheng felt his vitality surge; the misaligned bones swiftly clicked back into place as an abundance of golden caterpillar silk rapidly healed his injuries.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Changsheng’s wounds were healed, and he once again assumed a fighting stance.
The words of the Hundred Defeats Immortal Sovereign echoed in Chen Changsheng’s mind.
“Learn my fist techniques, and know that while the technique may falter, the momentum must never weaken.”
“When a punch is thrown, it must leave the opponent’s guts shattered!”
The opponent he faced should be the foundation of the Kunlun Sacred Ground; their strength was indeed beyond his own.
However, the might of the opponent would not slow his punching speed.
“Boom!”
Another punch was thrown, shaking the very foundations of the Kunlun Sacred Ground.
The flesh of Chen Changsheng’s right hand completely disappeared, leaving behind stark white bones.
Yet this time, Chen Changsheng took a step back!
Flesh reborn, he gathered his strength again; at this moment, he had no intention of waiting for his right hand to recover.
“Come on!”
An aged voice floated out from the Kunlun Sacred Ground. Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Ping and the others turned and fled.
Simultaneously, the murderous intent within the Kunlun Sacred Ground dissipated.
With the opponent admitting defeat, Chen Changsheng finally lowered his left hand.
“Swipe!”
A golden light landed on Chen Changsheng’s shoulder, accompanied by a thumb-sized gourd that came along with the “Big Fat Caterpillar.”
Clearly, this was the “Big Fat Caterpillar’s” recent battlefield spoil.
With his strength pushing back the Kunlun Sacred Ground, Chen Changsheng did not continue pursuit, as there were still many terrifying beings within the sacred ground.
……
In the back mountain of the Purple House Sacred Ground.
Looking at the mystical mirror before them, the many old men were all beaming with joy.
“The Holy Son is indeed the Holy Son, able to make those old fossils from the Kunlun Sacred Ground bow their heads.”
“From now on, whoever dares to speak ill of the Holy Son, I’ll be the first to object.”
“Oh, spare me!”
“The Holy Son’s strength must surely be weaker than yours; how many punches could you endure from that kind of fist technique?”
“Don’t forget, our old bones have already begun to dry up, while the Holy Son is in the prime of his years.”
“If the time drags on, the Holy Son could force you to d*e from exhaustion.”
“Can’t you speak properly? As if you’re so young…”
As the crowd was about to bicker again, the Second Elder pressed his hands down and said, “The Holy Son is powerful, which indicates that our Purple House Sacred Ground is the rightful heir of the Heavenly Mandate.”
“Now that the Holy Beetle is in the hands of the Holy Son, once he returns from there, let the Holy Beetle measure the Holy Son’s fortune.”
“If the Holy Son is indeed the person of the Heavenly Mandate, we must spare no expense to bear the Heavenly Mandate.”
Hearing the Second Elder’s words, one elder frowned and said, “What about Wu Li? He is equally strong!”
