Chapter 572: How Do You Know It Doesn't Hurt If You've Never Died?
From behind Han Zheng and Yan Xuankong, four powerful auras, comparable to the Yang God Realm, swiftly came at them, locking onto both.
In the time the two exchanged a few words, the four had already appeared in front of Han Zheng and Yan Xuankong.
Leading was a monk and a Taoist.
The monk had a skinny, tall figure, with skin as pale as bone, as if devoid of blood, and his bald head bore deep scars as if slashed by sharp objects.
His eyes were sunken, pupils glowing a ghostly green, with a sinister smile on his face. He wore a worn, gray monk robe and held a rosary made of human bones. As he walked, it made a "kaka" sound. He was a successor of the ancient cult's great sect, the White Bone Temple, known as the White Bone Monk.
The Taoist was short and had a haggard face, with skin like a dried corpse.
He wore a black Taoist robe embroidered with various eerie talismans, with a string of copper bells hanging at his waist and held a blood-colored Corpse Chasing Whip, emanating a thick corpse aura.
He was a disciple trained by Ji Yuanfang from the Corpse Chasing Sect, known as the Corpse Chasing Taoist.
Behind the Corpse Chasing Taoist was a woman with an enchanting face.
She had a graceful and voluptuous figure, with unnaturally pale skin, draped in a blood-red gown. There seemed to be something constantly surging under it, appearing extremely sinister.
This woman was a notorious fiend from the Demon Cleansing Bureau's wanted list, known as the Blood Spirit Ghost Mother, who had crafted secret treasures from the sacrifice of over a thousand infants.
The last person was burly and tall, nearly two zhang high, akin to a small giant. He was bare-chested, his skin inscribed with strange runes, exuding Qi Blood Power to the sky.
His Qi Blood Power was so immense, it could even rival Han Zheng's Great Dragon Elephant Mahavairocana Power.
He wielded a massive sword as wide as a door, which slammed into the ground with explosive force, cracking the earth beneath.
This person was named Su Shenjiang, once from the Great Zhou Military, who had, due to other reasons, betrayed the military and single-handedly slaughtered thousands of elite soldiers and killed a Yang God Realm Court General.
These four were all elite cultists supported by Ji Yuanfang, each as powerful as those in the Yang God Realm.
Yan Xuankong sneered, "White Bone Temple, Corpse Chasing Sect, and then two on the Demon Cleansing Bureau's wanted list, Blood Spirit Ghost Mother and Su Shenjiang. Is Ji Yuanfang gathering all the criminals and villains wanted by the Court under his command?"
Han Zheng replied calmly, "What Ji Yuanfang wants to do would lead to beheading and extermination of one's family. Unless there are absolute benefits, which noble sect disciple would follow him?
Only such fiends wanted by the Court would sell their lives for him if he offers them shelter."
At this moment, the White Bone Monk stepped forward, clasped his hands together, holding the rosary of human bones, and spoke with a smile, "Is that Mr. Han? Although we have no grudges or hatred, we are indebted to others and thus must repay them today by taking your head.
If you surrender willingly, we promise your death will be without any pain."
"You've never died before; how do you know there's no pain? How about I kill you first, and you try it out?"
The smile on the White Bone Monk's face instantly vanished.
The Corpse Chasing Taoist rasped, "Enough with the chatter, we're near the Capital City. Let's finish them off quickly to avoid complications!"
As he finished speaking, the Corpse Chasing Taoist swung his blood-colored Corpse Chasing Whip, causing the ground to crack open, and over thirty powerful, distinctively shaped corpses emerged from the earth.
The White Bone Monk murmured a few words, but still formed a Seal Technique, causing a colossal White Bone Skeleton over a hundred meters tall to rise from the ground, with three heads and six arms, emanating an endless, sacred golden Buddha Light, appearing extremely sinister.
"Namo Amitabha, Rebirth in the Infinite White Bone Temple!"
The Ghost Spirit Saint Mother was shrouded in a blood-colored light, her long skirt fluttering. In an instant, the wails of countless infant evil spirits echoed through the heavens and the earth.
Countless hideous ghostly spirits flew out from her skirt, so densely packed that one couldn't help but shiver.
Su Shenjiang directly lifted his gigantic sword, runes shining brightly, and charged with invincible momentum.
Yan Xuankong laughed, "The Ghost Spirit Saint Mother and the Corpse Chasing Taoist are mine. My scented body can counter them."
Han Zheng nodded, and in the next moment, Yan Xuankong transformed into a golden light and rushed into the boundless spirits and zombies.
The ghostly spirits crafted by the Ghost Spirit Saint Mother assaulted Yan Xuankong crazily, yet as soon as they touched his golden light, they screeched and withdrew.
The zombies crafted by the Corpse Chasing Taoist were extremely powerful and had various sinister abilities, yet they couldn't break through Yan Xuankong's Scented Strength.
Previously, Yan Xuankong felt stifled by his inability to use past Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills in this body.
But now it seems not too bad.
Being able to strike others without them retaliating feels really satisfying.
Meanwhile, Su Shenjiang's giant sword, carrying vast Qi Blood Power, smashed towards Han Zheng with a force akin to splitting a mountain, crushing even the Heaven and Earth Power into fragments.
Han Zheng formed a Seal Technique, unleashing the Great Dragon Elephant Mahavairocana Power.
Stronger Qi Blood Power erupted than Su Shenjiang's, the Heavenly Demon Transformation bearing immense strength, cleaving towards Su Shenjiang. The collision of sword and blade caused a mighty ripple, shattering the ground beneath them as if an earthquake had struck.
The roar of dragons and tigers erupted, Han Zheng's body imbued with Dragon and Tiger Profound Qi, further empowering him. As Han Zheng's power exploded, Su Shenjiang was sent flying.
Yet in the next moment, an eerie ghostly energy and dazzling Buddha Light descended.
Holding the White Bone Buddha Seal, the Infinite White Bone Temple appeared terrifying yet dignified, terrifyingly bizarre.
The White Bone Buddha Seal fell from the sky, staining the surrounding Heaven and Earth Power, transforming it into eerie ghostly energy.
Han Zheng formed a Seal Technique, his body unleashing boundless Demonic Qi, encompassing him. The Power of Demon Origin connected with the heavens, manifesting a dazzlingly beautiful wheel a hundred meters wide, rotating around Han Zheng.
Heavenly demons danced, blood demons roared, Moluo gazed upon the earth, an exceptionally mysterious power slowly seeping out.
Moluo Nine Revolutions Illusion Annihilation Wheel!
This move, both offensive and defensive, had virtually no weaknesses.
The White Bone Buddha Seal from the Infinite White Bone Temple was torn apart by the extreme demonic energy as soon as it descended.
With a swift motion, Han Zheng's body erupted with the roar of dragons and tigers, charging towards Su Shenjiang with overwhelming might.
The fierce wind howled, the Sword Gang exploded, Su Shenjiang roared, his Qi Blood Power reaching its peak, but he was still sent flying by Han Zheng's slash, his expression instantly changing.
Su Shenjiang knew the strength of his physical power well.
Among Yang God Realm Martial Artists, almost no one could surpass his physical strength.
Yet Han Zheng, with countless secret techniques, suppressed him physically. What kind of monster was he?
Su Shenjiang roared, with all runes on him exploding with radiant light, drawing in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi and all sorts of mixed energies, surging into his body, boosting his Qi Blood Power several times!
These runes were Ancient Divine Runes, excavated by Su Shenjiang from an Ancient Relics, bestowed by a tribe's god. Inscribing them on the body allows absorption of surrounding energies, converting them into Qi Blood Power.
This is why Su Shenjiang frantically tempered his body, to withstand more power.
In an instant, Su Shenjiang's Qi Blood Power surged furiously, transforming him from a human form into a muscle giant, four or five zhang high.
The previously door-sized huge sword seemed exaggerated, but now it appeared as a miniature sword in Su Shenjiang's hand.
With a roar, Su Shenjiang swung the sword once more, its momentum far stronger than before, causing even the space to tremble from the pure physical power!