Chapter 129: Burning! A Single Slash Unleashing the Power of the Entire Body!

Boom boom boom boom……

The bow opened in succession, arrows like meteors.

Each Mysterious Iron Heavy Arrow seemed like a storm-wrought silver dragon, howling as it lunged at Yue Shan atop the Wind Thunder Falcon, yet all were easily shattered by his Thunder Strike Gang Qi.

Even some arrows aimed at the Wind Thunder Falcon were either dodged or shattered by their seamless coordination, none achieving any effect.

Qin Shuo soared through midair with silver wings, his bowstring trembling like thunder, arrows shooting forth like meteors, fighting while retreating.

Golden light and silver radiance merged upon him, making him stand out ever more, resembling a divine spirit with silver wings and golden armor; each draw of his bow was accompanied by a silver dragon's piercing cry, his aura like a rainbow.

Yet the Wind Thunder Falcon's speed was too great; even as Qin Shuo fully exerted the Heavenly Wolf's power and mobilized the lunar essence within his body, he was still overtaken.

"This seat has said: even if you can fly with secret power, you ultimately cannot escape death!"

The icy voice echoed across the heavens, bearing unmatched tyranny and killing intent.

Boom—

As if hundreds of thunder dragons roared above the prefectural city.

Amid the thunder's roar, Yue Shan's palms flipped and flew; the raging winds dancing across the sky, as if summoned, reversed course with the speed of thunder before one could cover their ears, and he firmly grasped them in his hand.

In an instant, a colossal palm print woven from immense true qi and heavenly-earthly air currents condensed, resembling Five Finger Mountain, with startling thunder rolling across it, gale winds howling, fierce air currents stirring heaven and earth, clouds and winds shifting hue.

True qi surged wildly, winds and clouds churned in chaos.

The entire prefectural city, beneath this colossal palm print, seemed like papier-mâché—fragile and weak.

Before the Thunder Strike Palm Print even descended, the violent winds raging within his palm had already torn numerous dwellings to shreds; townsfolk on the streets screamed and fled in panic, as if mad, desperate to escape the area.

"Wind Thunder Palm Print!"

Shao Hanshang and Chen Jin'an, leagues away, also felt their hearts leap; they hastily widened the distance, fearing involvement in the palm print's reach.

"That Qin-surnamed youth actually forced the Thunder God to this extent?" Shao Hanshang's eyes brimmed with shock and disbelief.

In his view, with Yue Shan making a move, killing that Qin-surnamed youth would be as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

Yet he did not expect the opponent's methods to emerge one after another, leaving Yue Shan temporarily unable to subdue him; now he had even deployed the Wind Thunder Palm Print, a lethal technique, disregarding destruction's cost, merely to crush that youth.

"Now, this seat sees where you flee to?"

Gang winds like a prison, Thunder Strike like a cage!

As the colossal palm print, resembling a mountain about to topple, had not yet fully descended, the air around Qin Shuo's body was suddenly compressed violently, solidifying as if reinforced concrete, pinning him immobile, unable to move an inch.

The mountain-like pressure squeezed in from all directions.

As the Wind Thunder Palm Print drew near, Qin Shuo's tendons and bones crackled and exploded within him; his entire body's golden light was compressed into a condensed, inward glow, no longer blinding or aggressive.

A perfected strike from Organ Refinement could easily shatter a mountain.

At this moment, Yue Shan lived up to his Thunder God name; lightning serpents rolled in his palm, immense true qi ceaselessly poured into the Wind Thunder Palm Print, making this sky-covering, earth-enveloping palm print appear even more terrifying and ferocious.

Whoosh-la-la~

The extreme true qi propelled the Wind Thunder Palm Print downward, stirring all air currents within a hundred-zhang radius.

The violent storm tore apart houses.

Within a hundred-zhang radius centered on the Song Mansion, all dwellings instantly collapsed, as if slapped by a heavenly-reaching giant hand, leaving on the ground five ditches several meters deep, guiding like markers.

The silver wings behind Qin Shuo collapsed silently; without the lunar essence's lift, he could no longer fly, plummeting straight to the ground.

Thud—

As if a meteorite struck a great lake, raising heavy air waves.

Qin Shuo hit the ground; the golden light on his body flowed like liquid mercury, and within him burst forth waves of dragon roars and elephant-like cries.

The Wind Thunder Palm Print above his head resembled a mountain, pressing his feet into the earth, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, unable to move.

"Hah! It's over!"

Shao Hanshang instinctively glanced around the horizon, then heavily exhaled a turbid breath.

The might of divine powers far surpassed imagination!

It even enabled a common mud-leg from Black Water City to possess the ability to hard-resist them, the Wind Thunder Valley's True Disciples.

Such power explains why Zhenwu Hall would not hesitate to offend that madwoman, but instead join forces with Wind Thunder Valley to grasp it in their hands.

"Will Yue True Disciple not really kill him? What we want is not merely the Buddha Bone Relic..."

Gazing at the slowly descending giant palm print, Chen Jin'an's eyes held apprehension, yet he still spoke.

As the executor of Zhenwu Hall's plan this time, his primary task, besides aiding Wind Thunder Valley in intercepting Du Wenzhong and other Outer Disciples to prevent their falling into the Demon Suppression Division's hands, was to bring back the Qin-surnamed youth and the Buddha Bone Relic.

But now, beneath that Wind Thunder Palm Print capable of toppling cities and collapsing mountains, even a Condensing Truth Realm expert would be slapped into meat paste.

Even if that brat possessed divine powers, he likely had ten deaths and no life.

Yet just as this thought arose, a sudden change occurred in the scene.

The originally motionless, pressured golden-bodied youth, his eyes like a blazing golden furnace, suddenly sparked a flicker of silver flame.

Immediately following, his body's surface, where golden light flowed, also abruptly ignited with gold-interwoven fireworks.

Crack!

The solidified air around him seemed like ice shattering.

In the prior moment, still as if Mount Tai pressed upon his head, waist and back bent; in an instant, his breath shifted, as if in a daze, like a divine mountain rising from the earth, breaking through all barriers and obstacles!

Bang!

Under the burning of the Burning Blood Secret Technique, the Vajra Buddha Nature and the Heavenly Wolf's remnant soul were all ignited, as if already a blazing furnace, suddenly having a bucket of hot oil poured into it.

The soaring light flames ravaged his surroundings, bearing an indestructible Vajra will, breaking through the blockade of the Wind Thunder Palm Print.

Qin Shuo stamped down with one foot, as if he wished to collapse and overturn the entire street.

Extreme power surged from the earth into his sole, shot into his spine and shoulder blades, like a fuse triggering countless thunderfire bombs, the turbulent air force spreading like a surging ocean.

Boom—

The surging gang winds howled as they swept all directions; by the force of his foot's stamp, Qin Shuo rose like a mountain from the earth, the air, solid as ice, shattered layer by layer by him, emitting explosions like thunderfire.

Hah!

The golden flames and silver fire reflected each other, shining brightly; amidst the blazing gold and silver, Qin Shuo suddenly drew his sword, his clothes and long hair flung backward!

He raised the Xuantie Changdao above his head, like a divine ape about to cleave a mountain; the gold and silver flames on his body climbed along his arms, instantly wrapping the black blade, transforming it into a streak of ultimate brilliance.

Three elements return to one, force becomes blade!

After burning his divine soul, Qin Shuo poured all his strength into this strike—the power of the Four Symbols, the might of the Heavenly Wolf, the divine intent of Longxiang, the Vajra Buddha Nature, the White Ape Splits the Mountain...

Swish!

The blade streak slashed downward; under the impetus of ultimate power and will, this strike seemed like heavenly light breaking dawn, cleaving the endless night, making even distant Shao Hanshang and Chen Jin'an feel as if heaven and earth were split apart.

Stomp!

Draw sword!

Leap!

This series of actions occurred in an instant; the shock flashing in Yue Shan's eyes had not yet faded when a condensed blade streak, like golden and silver threads, severed the Wind Thunder Great Palm Seal, carrying extreme sharpness, piercing his skin from several zhang away.

At this moment, Yue Shan felt the illusion of being diagonally severed by that blade streak, and fear arose in his heart.

With a thought, the Wind Thunder Falcon, spiritually linked to him, instantly tilted its body to dodge, trying to avoid this blade streak that seemed to cleave space itself!

However, the blade streak was like heavenly light breaking dawn—its speed reached the extreme!

Before the massive body of the Wind Thunder Falcon could fully turn, the fine streak, like golden and silver threads, had already slanted across its enormous wings.

Pfft!

The great eagle's wing broke, blood spraying across the sky.

The ice-blue Wind Thunder Falcon let out a mournful, painful cry, its turning body lost balance, and it crashed hard into a civilian house on the ground.

At the same time, the Wind Thunder Great Palm Seal, no longer controlled by Yue Shan, finally fell.

Boom—

Smoke and dust rolled, the earth collapsed.

The entire Song Family manor was reduced to ruins, a deep, bottomless five-finger palm print deeply imprinted on the ground, shocking to behold.

The gathered experts of the prefectural city all stared dumbfounded, spines chilled.

If such a terrifying attack fell upon their clan, would it not be enough to exterminate them entirely?

"Is he dead?"

Shao Hanshang and Chen Jin'an craned their necks to look, wanting to know the final result.

The youth's tenacious will, his varied and powerful methods, moved both men deeply.

"He should be dead!" Shao Hanshang muttered to himself.

That was a full-powered strike of perfected Organ Refinement, and moreover, it was the Wind Thunder Great Palm Seal activated by the Five Thunders Transformation Hand; even if the youth's Buddhist supernatural power were stronger, it should have its limits, right?

But the next moment, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the depths of that five-finger pit.

The youth was drenched in blood, his face blurred, but his eyes shone terrifyingly bright, like two blazing furnaces—firm, scorching, fearless.

"Still not dead?"

Yue Shan rose from the ruins, the Wind Thunder Falcon beneath him letting out mournful cries, making him feel heartbroken.

Originally, he thought he had already paid enough attention to this mud-leg of Black Water City, using Thunder Strike Gang Qi throughout the fight, but he hadn't expected the opponent's methods to be endless, still leaping about alive and well.

"You bastard still alive—how could I possibly die?"

Cold words echoed in the ruins; the flesh and blood melted by Thunder Strike Gang Qi regrew at a visible speed.

This is the bloodline power of the Xiaoyue Yaowang, containing the mighty vitality of life and death, flesh and white bone.

This is also why, though its demon core shattered, it never truly dies.

Now, this power has also been obtained by Qin Shuo, granting him near-immortal formidable vitality.

Of course, the so-called immortality lasts only before the Heavenly Wolf Power is exhausted.

If the Heavenly Wolf Power rooted in his soul is exhausted, then this so-called bloodline power will also vanish.

Qin Shuo's face turned somewhat pale.

That slash just now consumed too much mental strength, leaving his mind dazed and his thoughts sluggish.

"Hah! That slash just now must have been your limit, right?"

Yue Shan stepped forward, Thunder Strike Gang Qi coiling like electric snakes on his body, emitting crackling explosions that made one's heart creep.

"And I, I've only just begun warming up!"

Hum!

As his words fell, the long-handled heavy hammer that had descended from heaven, as if summoned, instantly shot up from the ground into the sky filled with smoke and dust, landing firmly in Yue Shan's hand.

"Now, the true battle begins!"

Yue Shan stepped forward, his aura rising steadily, like a thunder pool that might explode at any moment, emitting a destructive aura that made hearts palpitate.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he paused his steps, abruptly lifting his gaze toward the western horizon.

Only to see a streak of green light like a meteor falling from heaven, dragging a long tail, emitting a cry that shattered the void and silenced clouds, piercing gold and splitting stone, echoing through the heavens above the prefectural city.

Cry!