dkrc Chapter 81: One Point Kills a Celestial Immortal
Chapter 81: One Point Kills a Celestial Immortal
"run!"
Only this one word remained in the old master's mind.
Facing a Celestial Immortal who has lived for ten thousand years, all schemes and magic are utter nonsense. The only way to survive is to run, to run with every ounce of strength you have!
He grabbed Ma Cong's wrist and turned to run back the way he came.
Ridiculous, really ridiculous.
Xuanming's face held a hint of mockery, like a cat watching two mice that had been cornered.
He simply raised one finger slowly.
Click!
With a crisp sound, their only way out, the dark entrance to the passage, was instantly blocked by a layer of ice so thick that the bottom could not be seen.
"Within my domain, where can you possibly run to?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanming appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them, blocking their path. His movements were not fast, even slow, but they gave people a sense of despair, as if caught in a net with nowhere to escape.
"Young Taoist priest, I don't like the pure yang energy emanating from you."
He turned his gaze to the old Taoist master, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.
After saying that, he flicked his finger.
call out!
A black ice spike, no thicker than a chopstick, appeared out of thin air, whistling sharply as it shot directly towards the old celestial master's brow. Its speed was so fast that the eyes couldn't keep up, and even divine sense couldn't lock onto it.
The old Celestial Master's hair stood on end! Without a second thought, he held up his most treasured protective golden talisman in front of him. This was a treasure passed down from the founder of Longhu Mountain, and it had saved his life countless times.
However, this time, the device failed.
The golden, seemingly sturdy talisman, upon contact with the black ice spike, was as thin as a sheet of paper, offering no resistance whatsoever, and was immediately pierced with a hole.
puff!
The ice spike pierced through the talisman, its momentum undiminished, and plunged deep into the old master's shoulder.
The old celestial master felt a numbness in his shoulder, followed by a piercing pain and a chilling aura that instantly spread throughout his body. He groaned in pain as the immense force sent him flying backward, his back slamming heavily against the hard ice wall with a dull thud.
one move!
With just one move, a flick of the finger, the Old Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, whose mere stomp of his foot could shake the entire martial arts world, was defeated! Defeat was swift and decisive, with no chance of retaliation whatsoever.
"senior!"
Ma Cong's eyes turned red as he watched.
"Hehe, there's one more."
After dealing with the old celestial master, Xuanming slowly turned his gaze to Ma Cong, as if he were appraising an interesting collectible.
"what?"
But the moment he saw Ma Cong clearly, a hint of surprise appeared on his perpetually icy face for the first time.
"A Nascent Soul Immortal under twenty? And he's even tempered his hand bones?"
"Interesting, very interesting!"
Xuanming's eyes changed instantly, from teasing and disgust to naked greed and desire.
"Your body is far superior to that of that old Taoist priest!"
"Boy, offer your body to become the first physical inhabitant for this ancestor in this era. It is your honor!"
He had been sealed away for ten thousand years, and his original physical body had long since decayed. This body he now possessed was merely an energy form forcibly conjured using secret techniques, and it couldn't last much longer. He desperately needed a new, powerful body to contain his terrifying soul.
The young man in front of him is young, has a solid foundation, and has unlimited potential. He is simply the most perfect gift that God has given him!
He didn't bother to say another word. A giant hand, formed entirely of black mist and carrying a chilling aura that could freeze the soul, came crashing down on Ma Cong's head.
Before the giant hand even arrived, Ma Cong felt as if the blood in his entire body was about to freeze. A bone-chilling cold locked him firmly in place; not only was resistance impossible, but even moving a finger became a luxury.
Is this the power of a Celestial Immortal?
Is this the true power of the field?
Faced with such an absolute disparity in strength, his prized boxing skills and his honed power seemed so pale and laughable.
Am I really going to die here today?
Do not!
He can't die!
President Zhou's revenge is still unavenged! The foundation of the Wu Clan is still nowhere to be seen! How could he die in such a godforsaken place!
An intense, overwhelming sense of defiance and a will to survive roared wildly in Ma Cong's heart, like a volcano about to erupt.
[Ding! Host detected facing a fatal crisis; will to survive has reached its peak!]
[System final agreement, initiating!]
[Currently burning all of the host's luck points and mission points...]
[Temporary Permissions Activated: Martial Arts Space, Heroic Spirit Fusion!]
A series of urgent system notifications, almost in a continuous line, rang wildly in his mind.
The next second, Ma Cong's consciousness was instantly pulled into a pure white space by an irresistible force.
Before him, the ethereal Tai Chi master Zhang Sanfeng, along with the phantoms of the masters he had seen in the martial arts space, representing thousands of years of Chinese martial arts heritage, appeared one after another.
The founder of Bajiquan, the grandmaster of Xingyiquan, the founder of Baguazhang...
The look in each of their eyes carried a resolute determination and conviction that transcended millennia.
"Kid, I'll borrow your body for a bit!"
Zhang Sanfeng's illusory figure was the first to speak. His voice was grand and ethereal, and before he finished speaking, he transformed into a pure stream of light and rushed into Ma Cong's body without hesitation.
Then, the second, the third...
At this moment, the heroic spirits representing the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts seemed to hear a common call, transcending the boundaries of time and space, and pouring all their life's strength, their indomitable will, and their complete understanding of martial arts into Ma Cong's body without reservation!
boom!
Outside, Ma Cong, who had been suppressed and unable to move, suddenly unleashed an unprecedented, dazzling white-gold light from his body.
His aura began to surge upwards at a speed that defied all reason!
Embrace the elixir!
Refine one bone!
Refine the two bones!
Refine the Three Bones!
Refine the Four Bones!
Jade bones and golden body, perfected!
The giant black hand that was about to grab his skull evaporated completely the moment it touched the layer of white-gold light, just like snow meeting the midday sun.
"Um?"
For the first time, Xuanming's greedy smile froze. He stared at the young man whose aura continued to rise, seemingly without end, and a strange, absurd stirring rose within him.
A sense of threat, a deadly sense of threat!
"What... kind of power is this?"
Ma Cong slowly raised his head.
His eyes were no longer the normal black, but had turned into a dazzling white-gold that was too bright to look at directly.
His face was devoid of its usual gentleness, and the anger and resentment from moments before; only an absolute, indifferent calm remained. It was a cold indifference, as if he stood atop the masses, overlooking the vicissitudes of life.
He looked at Xuanming, and then slowly raised a finger.
It was just an ordinary finger, fair and slender.
But in Xuanming's eyes, the moment that finger was raised, the entire world disappeared.
In the universe, all the laws, all the energy, all the light and darkness seemed to be forcibly distorted by a supreme will, and then all converged on the tip of that finger.
That single finger gesture disregarded distance and time.
In Xuanming's perception, the finger was still raised, but the chill at the fingertip had already touched his brow.
"No!"
Finally, boundless fear and horror appeared in Xuanming's eyes.
He tried to dodge, but found that his body was as if nailed to the void, unable to move an inch.
He wanted to resist, but found that his proud Heavenly Divine Power was as insignificant as a speck of dust in a storm before that single finger.
puff.
A barely audible sound.
It's like popping a soap bubble with a needle.
A tiny hole appeared between Xuanming's eyebrows.
The fear on his face froze completely.
His body, composed of pure energy, began to develop fine cracks starting from a small hole between his eyebrows. The cracks spread rapidly, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye.
Then, his body began to disintegrate inch by inch, turning into countless black specks of light, which, illuminated by platinum light, completely dissipated into the air.
"I... am not reconciled..."
This was the last faint trace of his divine will that he left in this world.
A Celestial Immortal who had been sealed away for ten thousand years, and a peerless demon who had just escaped and hadn't even had a chance to properly look at this new world.
Just like that, he was killed with a single finger.
After doing all this, the platinum-gold light on Ma Cong's body receded rapidly, like the tide going out.
The divine brilliance in his eyes quickly dimmed, returning to its normal black.
With a thud.
His body swayed, and he could no longer hold on. He fell straight backward and completely lost consciousness.