Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Boom!

The black giant hand struck empty air, yet its formidable power caused the atmosphere to shake. The air within a hundred yards was instantly compressed and exploded with a thunderous roar.

The surface of this black giant hand was covered with black scales, its nails long and sharp. After missing its target, it flipped agilely through the sky within moments, heading towards Zhao Sheng, who had just appeared.

Zhao Sheng's eyes narrowed, and his body abruptly halted. A golden light burst from his body, and his right hand clenched tightly into a fist.

A series of explosive "crackling" sounds emanated from within him as his body suddenly expanded to nearly double its size. Golden flames appeared in rings around his arms, and the divine light from his eyebrows shone brightly.

"Ha!"

Zhao Sheng shouted, unleashing a fierce punch.

A wheel-sized, almost solid-looking giant golden flame fist light shot out from his fist, meeting the oncoming black giant hand head-on.

Rumble!

The giant hand and the fist light exploded violently. The Gang Wind swept around, the atmosphere whistled with intense shock, and the black giant hand, unable to withstand the surging flame power, flew backward, missing a large chunk of flesh from its palm, from which black blood gushed out.

Zhao Sheng, too, under the immense recoil force, was thrown back over ten yards before coming to a halt.

Something's not right!

Things are very off!

Zhao Sheng, after all, was a Great Cultivator. How could he seem so inadequate just now, being easily forced back by a single giant hand!

Zhao Sheng's face was as dark as iron, warily staring down at the crack below.

At this moment, the crack on the ground continued to expand, and a massive pitch-black figure slowly emerged from it. It was a Corpse King, covered with black scales and shaped like a giant.

Zhao Sheng's face slightly changed. The divine light from his brow surged again, and a golden Great Sun Dharma Form instantly appeared behind him.

This Corpse King's size was more than ten times the size of an ordinary zombie, reaching nearly ten yards, and emitted a fierce and majestic aura far beyond that of a typical Flying Corpse King.

Moreover, embedded in its brow was a fist-sized emerald-green Soul Core, resembling a vertical eye, emitting a strange green light.

The black demon corpse suddenly howled at the sky with a deafening roar. The emerald Soul Core erupted with dazzling green light, shooting countless sinister emerald rays in all directions, instantly enveloping the space where Zhao Sheng stood.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Sheng's mind moved slightly. A yellow light flew out from beneath his sleeve, swiftly transforming into an oval-shaped ancient bronze treasure mirror.

The treasure mirror soared into the sky, rapidly expanding more than a yard in size, blocking in front of Zhao Sheng.

The Yin Demon Evil Light, upon hitting the glimmering mirror surface, was immediately reflected back entirely.

A gleam flashed in Zhao Sheng's eyes. With a thought, he flicked his ten fingers repeatedly. Large masses of blazing white Sword Light shot out, resembling large swathes of scorching light rain plummeting down, distorting the air and cracking the void inch by inch.

As the Sword Light slashed down overwhelmingly, the pitch-black Corpse King let out a roar. The light in the Soul Core dimmed, and its arms suddenly crossed in front of it. Above its head, a layer of eerie, dark black aura emerged, seemingly attempting to meet the Sword Light head-on to test its sharpness.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

After a series of metallic explosions, the black aura was easily pierced by the Sword Light, leaving countless three-inch-deep sword marks on its thick corpse arms!

Despite this, the defense seemed to remain unbroken, as if it were merely a tickle.

"Hmph, sneaky! Won't you show yourself before me?"

Zhao Sheng let out a cold snort, and before he finished speaking, his wide sleeve swept across, and a streak of golden light flew out from under his sleeve. It manifested into a perfectly round, golden, shining golden ball, precisely the Hundred Flames Tripod that hadn't been used in a long time.

With a grasp of the spell, the Hundred Flames Tripod spun once, growing a thousandfold, transforming into a hundred-yards-wide Golden Star, emanating dazzling golden light, like a Great Sun hanging in the sky.

In the next instant, this "Great Sun," carrying infinite light and heat, plummeted downward, as swift as a meteor breaking the night.

Boom!

The pitch-black Corpse King roared furiously, its fists wrapped in rolling black aura, striking the plummeting Hundred Flames Tripod.

Light and black aura exploded violently, expanding and spilling out in all directions instantly.

Only a "crack" sound was heard; the Corpse King's arms emitted a crisp sound of bones cracking. Its sharp white bones pierced through the corpse's flesh, as sturdy as Jingang, protruding from the elbow, exposing jagged white bones.

This Corpse King's arms were abruptly broken by the massive force of the Hundred Flames Tripod.

Even though the corpse's defense was comparable to a Magical Treasure, it still suffered an injury from Zhao Sheng's strike in its carelessness.

The Corpse King let out a howl of pain, a look of fear flashing in its eyes. Subsequently, its massive body began to flee towards the ground's crack, and at the same time, the magic light of the soul core in its brow burst forth. A thick, emerald-green beam shot out, hurtling toward Zhao Sheng's forehead at an incredible speed.

Unperturbed, Zhao Sheng's thoughts flickered, and the Void Mirror gently landed, blocking in front of the light beam.

"Heavenly Corpse, ghost control, why do you sneaky creatures fear facing me in battle?!"

As he spoke, a fierce glint flashed in Zhao Sheng's eyes. He began to cast spells with his hands continuously. The Hundred Flames Tripod soared back into the sky, spun once, and instantly merged into the Great Sun Dharma Form, vanishing seamlessly.

"Four Directions of the Void, Eight Extremes Boundless, Shock Technique, Open!"

Accompanied by his cold, clear voice, Zhao Sheng extended his hands outward, and mana surged from his body like a torrent, transforming into a massive wave of rippling golden light that spread at light speed in all directions, instantly covering a hundred miles.

The pitch-black Corpse King was immediately "submerged" by the golden light, drastically slowing its escape speed, as if entangled by countless invisible chains.