Chapter 272: The Terrifying Corpse

The rotting head hissed silently, shaking out invisible, terrifying sound waves.

The Imperial Teacher's expression was fierce; seizing the moment, he brought his fingers together and struck downward, causing the crimson giant sword, which had gathered the essence, energy, and spirit of eight million soldiers, to crash down.

The tip of the sword pierced directly into the rotting head's mouth, running all the way through its throat, leaving only the hilt outside.

Crimson thunder-fire erupted from the rotting head's oral cavity, booming with a rumbling sound.

The previously deadlocked platinum giant hand and the rotting corpse also saw a shift in the situation, as the rotting corpse was gradually dragged back into Difu by the platinum giant hand.

Swish! Seven-colored immortal light descended from the sky, and the figure of Dizu Huangzun appeared above the rotting corpse, holding the Immortal King Scripture in his hand and releasing fluctuations of a flawless Immortal King level.

As soon as he appeared, the rotting corpse seemed to sense something; its momentum climbed a notch, and it struggled to crawl out of the Valley.

Two rotting giant hands pushed incessantly against the edges of the Valley's vortex, actually causing the range of the vortex to gradually expand.

"Great Wind!"

With a roar, the Imperial Teacher braced his hands against the ground, his shattered legs instantly restored, and then he raised his hands high; the power of the Eight Great Formations converged, grinding his arms into powder.

An illusory crimson long spear rose; Dizu Huangzun held the spear in his right hand and supported the Immortal King Scripture with his left, the seven-colored immortal light on his body becoming increasingly dense.

"Great Wind!"

With a roar, he brandished the long spear in his hand like a wicked dragon coiling around a pillar; the seven-colored immortal light swirling around him gradually turned black, transforming into a Black Dragon.

Roar—!!! The Black Dragon let out a roar and smashed down toward the rotting corpse below; the rotting corpse seemed to notice, and its two rotting giant hands closed, enveloping the Black Dragon in its palms.

Whoosh—! Blazing black flames burned, igniting the two giant hands, and then re-condensed into a dragon shape, flying toward the rotting corpse's head and crashing straight into the rotting mouth.

Crimson thunder-fire and black flames instantly covered the entire body of the rotting corpse, and the little hair it had left was burned away completely.

Pfft! The sound of breaking through clouds and mist rang out; from beneath the rotting corpse, another platinum giant hand reached out from the Valley's vortex and struck directly onto the corpse's neck.

With a 'snap', the rotting corpse's head was twisted off and fell to the side.

Immediately, the rotting corpse's aura gradually withered.

The Imperial Teacher stood at the edge of the Valley, his arms recovering bit by bit, and he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the sky, about to congratulate His Majesty on attaining the position of Immortal King, but then, he sensed a terrifying aura gradually rising from within the Valley.

He saw that on the body of the rotting corpse whose neck had already been twisted, all the rotting parts were surging with dense, swarming Skull Insects, and the red lines growing on the head split open, revealing sharp teeth.

Following the surge of the Skull Insects, the rotting corpse's broken neck lifted and recovered as before, and even its sparse hair grew back.

And most terrifying of all, after the healing by the Skull Insects, the degree of the corpse's rot was actually lightening!

This meant that this rotting corpse was recovering to its peak state step by step! If it could not be wiped out in a short time, this rotting corpse would become increasingly difficult to deal with, and might even 'come alive' for real at some point! The owner of that platinum giant hand seemed to have sensed this as well, and the platinum giant hand gradually sank into the vortex at the bottom of the Valley.

Seeing this, the Imperial Teacher's heart tightened, and worry arose.

Although His Majesty had already attained the Dao of the Immortal King, his strength was still lacking compared to this rotting corpse; if it weren't for this person taking action, I fear that with just His Majesty and the imperial army, they would be no match for this rotting corpse at all.

He had not forgotten that the fatal blow just now was caused by this platinum giant hand.

But what exactly was the origin of the owner of this platinum giant hand? How could such a terrifying existence be hidden within Difu?

And, looking at the platinum giant hand, why did he feel a sense of familiarity?

Could it be a method left behind by the Ancestral Kings or those two Heavenly Monarchs of the Array Dao in the imperial dynasty's ancient history?

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through his mind, but the next moment, a heaven-shaking loud noise pulled him back to reality.

With a 'boom', centered on the Valley, the space for a radius of one hundred thousand miles appeared cracked, and space fissures of varying depths emerged.

Before he could react, he saw a flash of platinum light, and then he saw the rotting head in the Valley suddenly make a backward-leaning posture.

The next instant, a black shadow streaked before his eyes, carrying a thick, fishy stench. 'Not good! Corpse Poison!'

His heart startled, he hurriedly operated the Fuxi Bagua Formation, and crimson flames scorched out, burning the Corpse Poison in the air into fine ash.

Dizu Huangzun barely avoided the rotting corpse that shot into the sky, and staring wide-eyed at the Valley, he saw a figure radiating platinum brilliance climbing out of that Valley.

The Imperial Teacher's eyes widened: Qin Jiang! The owner of that platinum giant hand was Qin Jiang! This, this, this... for a moment, his thinking actually short-circuited, not knowing how to react.

Since when was Qin Jiang this strong? He could actually contend with an Immortal King?! No, no, that's not right! It wasn't contending; Qin Jiang's strength at this moment was clearly even above that rotting corpse! Standing over a thousand zhang tall, Qin Jiang stood above the Valley's vortex, looking up at the rotting corpse, or rather, the Yinming Fujun, that was diving down from the sky.

At this moment, across the entire continent, all experts above the True Immortal level saw this magnificent platinum figure.

Standing alone under the moon, just like the aloof Immortal King recorded in history books.

At Lotus Mountain, Taiyin Xianjun's throat bobbed, looking at that platinum figure with some disbelief.

"He, is he Immortal Monarch Qin?"

Behind her, Linglong Xianjun also revealed an expression of disbelief for the first time.

She certainly knew how heaven-defying Qin Jiang's talent was, stronger by an unknown amount than even Zixuan Dijun, who had been the fastest to ascend to the Saint Master level in a million years.

With such talent, attaining the Dao of the Immortal King was absolutely a certainty.

But she had never thought that the time for Qin Jiang to attain the Dao would come so early.

But suddenly, as if remembering something, she said, "Taiyin, quickly condense the Immortal King Body! The real death battle is coming!"

Under the traction of karma, the vague image she had deduced finally became clear: within the endless Nether Qi shrouding the continent, a touch of platinum brilliance rose.

But she did not know whether this platinum light could shine through the Nether Qi.

At Luotian Pavilion, the Luo Heaven Pavilion Master changed into the sect's heirloom treasure, the Luotian Immortal Robe; the somewhat feminine dress did not look out of place on him.

For no other reason than that the Luo Heaven Pavilion Master was, after all, known as the most handsome man on the continent.

"Pavilion Master! The Xingluo Yitian Formation has finished charging!"

"Good! Lock onto that rotting corpse!"

At Earth Valley, Qin Jiang glanced at the surrounding great formations; he recognized them as the Fuxi Bagua Formation and the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation.

Raising his hand and waving, a touch of platinum brilliance landed on the eight people around Earth Valley; with those eight as nodes, the surging platinum brilliance gradually covered the eight million soldiers.

Then, with a flick of his five fingers, three hundred and sixty-five platinum light orbs landed on the three hundred and sixty-five array eyes on the perimeter.

At this moment, everyone felt their connection to the formation become perfect.

And most importantly, they all felt a sense that when driving the great formation, any damage would not fall upon them.

The Imperial Teacher stared blankly at the platinum giant before him; he knew that this was the other party using supreme Array Dao to bolster the formation while grafting all the damage that would be received onto himself.

Dizu Huangzun stood suspended in the air beside Qin Jiang, looking down at the great army below.

"Subjects of the Imperial Dynasty, we are to face the Lord of the Difu from ancient legends, Yinming Fujun. I hereby implore you to assist Immortal Lord Qin with all your might to defeat the enemy."

His voice spread out, and all the Imperial Dynasty soldiers struck their battle halberds against the ground, producing a uniform, thunderous sound.

"Wind! Wind! Great Wind!"

The vigorous roar shook the universe, raising a terrifying battle intent that almost turned into substance, stirring the clouds in the sky.

(End of this chapter)