Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Zhao Sheng suddenly felt a numbness throughout his body, his internal mana subjected to a strange interference, instantly becoming chaotic and sluggish, causing the Protective Mystic Light to shatter for a moment, and then instantly reconverge.

All this seemed lengthy, yet in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.

Just as Zhao Sheng removed the interference and straightened out the mana flow, the five-clawed Thunder Dragon in midair transformed into a torrent of thunder light, magnificently "flooding" the vast heavens, ensnaring Zhao Sheng in the center of a purple lightning sea.

Zhao Sheng only felt his eyes filled with blinding thunder light, unable to see any other scene, with the sound of booming resonating in his ears. The Protective Mystic Light was bombarded by thousands of thunderbolts, in a moment becoming precariously close to being breached.

At that moment, a great sense of danger suddenly emerged in the depths of Zhao Sheng's heart.

Utterly shocked in his spirit, he was about to activate his life-saving divine skill, Phase Shifting.

Who would have thought that at this critical moment, a dull, heavy sound of a wooden fish suddenly penetrated through the lightning sea, through the Mystical Light of the Magical Domain, directly into the Purple Mansion above his Soul Sea, and exploded just there.

Dong~

Zhao Sheng just felt his Divine Soul go faint, the concentration of his consciousness instantly scattered by the wooden fish sound, causing Phase Shifting to fail to activate.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng's Divine Thought was several times more formidable than those of the same level, and his consciousness only momentarily dizzied before returning to normal.

In that instant, a silver-white arrow-light pierced through the gap in the Protective Mystic Light at an extremely tricky angle, shooting straight toward the Purple Mansion at Zhao Sheng's brow center, its murderous aura penetrating his body, sending his Divine Soul into a tremor, and shocking his spirit.

Buzz!

With all his strength, Zhao Sheng tilted his head, as the arrow-light brushed past his temple like electric light, taking away a large chunk of flesh and blood, while also gouging a deep bloody groove on the outer side of Zhao Sheng's left eye, tearing half of his scalp, exposing white bone plates, a sight truly horrifying.

The next second, a mass of grey light forcefully broke through the thunder sea, shooting towards the heavenly vault, targeting directly Lei Xinggang.

Within the depths of the grey light, Zhao Sheng's eyes were sharp, his left arm surrounded by seven-colored fiery halos, the extreme blazing Flame Power expanding, turning the area a radius of a ten feet around him into a force field of extreme high temperature, repelling all non-self forces.

"Ha!"

In an instant, flying within a hundred feet of Lei Xinggang, Zhao Sheng shouted explosively, his left fist, held at his chest, smashing fiercely toward the thunder sea ahead.

Amid the roaring electric light, a seven-colored Fire Fist suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying extreme blazing flames, breaking countless thunders, and smashing fiercely into Lei Xinggang.

"Boom"

Thunder Power and Flame Power collided violently, large swaths of purple thunder were blown apart by the flames, cracking open an enormous passage through the thunder sea, eventually reaching the Six Yang Heads of Lei Xinggang.

Seeing the fiery fist coming directly at them, Lei Xinggang was utterly terrified, his purple hair shattered explosively, both hands desperately pushing forward, purple thunder light surging outwards, yet still wishfully attempting to stop the inevitable with feeble resistance.

Boom!

The seven-colored fiery fist shattered the purple thunder, smashed onto Lei Xinggang, instantaneously causing a violent explosion, with seven-colored Fire Clouds engulfing everything around...

Before Zhao Sheng could retract his fist, a silver-white arrow-light once again broke through the void to attack, the wooden fish sound also happened to explode in the Soul Sea at the same time, both attacks seamlessly coordinated, truly reaching extreme brilliance!

Fortunately, due to the big loss he just suffered, Zhao Sheng was already on guard!

Suddenly, a streak of golden light flew out from the chest and abdomen, precisely blocking the silver-white arrow-light.

The arrow-light, thwarted, instantly shattered into a large expanse of sharp beams, dispersing into the air.

With a slight tremble, the golden light quickly stabilized, revealing a head-sized, flawless golden sphere, which was indeed the Lifebound Magic Treasure, the Ten Thousand Fire Tripod.

Zhao Sheng exhaled, as black and white True Fire intertwined and collided on his right arm. He thrust his right fist ahead, executing hundreds of strikes in the blink of an eye.

Streaks of grey fist light shot out, zipping lightning-fast into the seven-colored Fire Sea, continuously bombarding Lei Xinggang.

At this moment, the hidden adversary seemed unwilling to face defeat, over a dozen silver-white arrow-lights suddenly emerged from the void, half of them continuing to attack Zhao Sheng, while the other half intercepted the grey fist light.

Any attack, if it fails to kill the enemy the first time, renders subsequent strikes futile.

Despite the silver-white arrow-light's tricky angles, overwhelming power, and speed akin to lightning, in front of a well-prepared Zhao Sheng, none were any longer fatal.

The Ten Thousand Fire Tripod, full of spiritual, actively protected its master, instantaneously spawning thousands of golden lights, shattering all the incoming arrow-lights one by one.

Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, casually wiping the blood flowing down to his chin, he suddenly smiled mischievously, seemingly mocking some sneakily hidden coward.

At this point, the wounds on his chest and abdomen, and half of his scalp were rapidly healing, about to completely recover.

A hint of iciness crept onto Zhao Sheng's lips, as he flicked his hand, a palm-length, entirely black, coarse little arrow suddenly appeared in his grasp.

To return hostility with enmity, better let you taste a God Slaying Arrow from yours truly!

With a slight stir of thought from Zhao Sheng, a gush of mana spouted from his palm, as a streak of black light shot through the void at an unbelievable speed, flickering and vanishing between the heavenly vault and the lightning sea.

Right at this moment, the void a dozen miles away suddenly twisted slightly, a body shockingly frail, its face full of black spots, and hair sparse, an old bald-headed man suddenly dropped out.

The old man had an indifferent expression, his hands clasped before his chest, actually pinching a small ebony arrow, from which droplets of foul black blood were dripping into the void, evidently, this person hadn't entirely evaded the attack of the God Slaying Arrow.

As the old bald-headed man was forced out, a corpse plummeted from the seven-colored Fire Cloud, then continued to fall towards the sea below.