Chapter 302: Great Luo Body, One Punch, One Palm

Fuhu Luo Han's expression changed instantly; he stared fixedly at Su Chen, who had effortlessly dispersed his divine technique.

The Buddha-light he had just summoned contained the peak Emperor Taiyi Jin Jin Xian-level magic power; though it was a technique awakened from past-life memories, it should not have been shattered by a mortal cultivator at the Lianshen Lianshen Fanxu realm.

This defied all logic.

Jianglong Luo Han, watching from the side, stepped forward and blocked Fuhu in front.

His eyes blazed with golden light as he activated the Buddhist eye technique, scanning Su Chen repeatedly.

No powerful magic power fluctuated, no mighty magic treasure protected him—this man was truly nothing but an ordinary Lianshen Lianshen Fanxu cultivator.

Yet he knew now that what he saw was utterly wrong.

"Who are you?" Jianglong Luo Han's voice was low.

He did not believe a mortal cultivator could block a strike from a Emperor Taiyi Jin Jin Xian.

He suspected Su Chen concealed his true cultivation with some hidden treasure; otherwise, even a Da Luo Jin Jin Xian standing before him would not escape detection by his divine eyes.

He was right—Su Chen indeed possessed extraordinary treasures, and more than one.

Su Chen used the Tianji Tianji Baojian to sever heavenly scrutiny and suppressed his bodily cultivation with the Nine Demon Tower, leaving Jianglong with no flaw to detect.

Su Chen said nothing, only walked slowly to stand before Qiao Ling.

"Master," Qiao Ling whispered.

"Stand behind me and watch," Su Chen said calmly.

Jianglong Luo Han, ignored, felt a flicker of anger in his eyes.

The Buddhist grand plan could not fail—the World-Honored One's reincarnation stood right before them; whoever dared to obstruct must bear the wrath of the Buddha.

"Sir, I don't care who you are—today, the World-Honored One must return to Lingshan!"

Jianglong Luo Han clasped his hands together and spoke solemnly.

No sooner had the words left his lips than he unleashed his full power—peak Emperor Taiyi Jin Jin Xian magic surged forth.

Above the heavens, sacred Buddhist chants resounded.

Golden light exploded around Jianglong Luo Han as a hundred-zhang five-clawed golden dragon manifestation rapidly coalesced behind him.

The golden dragon gleamed brilliantly, its scales distinct, radiating a terrifying pressure that crushed all beneath it.

The architecture of the Moye Kingdom's palace began to crack under this pressure.

Qiao Hui and the palace guards, maids, and eunuchs lay flat on the ground, unable to lift their heads.

"Crush!" Jianglong Luo Han roared.

The hundred-zhang golden dragon plummeted downward with a roar.

Its colossal claws tore through the air, carrying the power to seal space, racing straight toward Su Chen and Qiao Ling.

Jianglong Luo Han intended to crush Qiao Ling along with Su Chen and seize him outright.

Qiao Ling looked up at the massive golden dragon descending above him, feeling his blood freeze.

Yet he did not panic—he stared fixedly at his master's back, trusting him completely.

Su Chen watched the descending golden dragon, a cold smile curling on his lips.

He did not summon the Gui Xu Divine Axe, nor did he stir the Emperor Taiyi Jin Jin Xian magic power within him.

Since his body had entered the Da Luo Jin Jin Xian realm, he had never had a chance to test it—now the opportunity had come.

Su Chen stepped half a pace back, shattering the blue stone slab beneath his foot.

He activated the mortal technique "Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Axes," and the dormant Da Luo Jin Jin Xian-level blood qi within him erupted instantly.

No magic power fluctuated—only pure bodily strength.

A faint crimson glow surfaced across Su Chen's body.

The surrounding space twisted violently from the terrifying blood qi radiating from his body.

Facing the hundred-zhang golden dragon, he swung a simple punch.

No flashy moves—just concentrating all his bodily power into his right fist and striking forward.

"Boom!"

His fist struck empty air.

A solidified blood qi fist imprint shot forth.

The imprint swelled violently, carrying unstoppable, crushing force, slamming directly into the dragon's head.

Time seemed to pause for an instant.

Then, a piercing dragon cry echoed through Yunze City.

The once-mighty hundred-zhang golden dragon manifestation began to shatter from its head, piece by piece.

Its indestructible golden scales exploded into countless specks of light; its massive body was pierced clean through.

The blood qi fist imprint kept surging upward, blasting a massive hole through the thick clouds Jianglong and Fuhu had brought.

Sunlight poured through the hole, bathing Su Chen.

Jianglong Luo Han grunted, his manifestation destroyed—he suffered violent backlash, retreating dozens of zhang through the air, his face instantly pale.

He stared at Su Chen in utter horror.

"This is impossible!" Fuhu Luo Han roared beside him.

He could not accept that his brother's full-power strike had been shattered by a Daoist who hadn't even used magic power.

"Wicked one, die!" Fuhu Luo Han's eyes turned blood-red as his hands rapidly formed seals.

A towering white tiger manifestation with golden markings on its forehead coalesced behind him.

The tiger let out a deafening roar, charged with murderous intent that could tear apart all things, lunging at Su Chen.

The tiger moved with blinding speed, reaching Su Chen's face in an instant.

Its massive paw tore through the air with a shrill shriek, aimed straight at Su Chen.

Su Chen stood still, not moving a single step.

He watched the tiger manifestation lunging at him, turned his fist into a palm.

Su Chen flipped his wrist and slapped backward at the giant tiger's head.

The motion was utterly casual.

"Slap!"

A sharp, crisp crack.

The terrifying power of Su Chen's Da Luo Jin Jin Xian body poured entirely onto the tiger manifestation.

The mighty, towering tiger never even had time to scream—its entire head was smashed flat by the slap.

Then its massive body disintegrated completely under the violent force, dissolving into countless fine golden specks that scattered with the wind.

"Puff!"

Fuhu Luo Han followed Jianglong's fate—he spat a large gout of pale golden blood upward.

His chest heaved violently as his body flew uncontrollably backward, crashing heavily into a mountain peak miles away.

The mountain collapsed with a thunderous crash, dust rising everywhere.

At this moment, the Buddhist chants within Moye's capital vanished.

The divine golden light filling the sky was completely scattered by Su Chen's violent blood qi.

The edges of the massive hole in the clouds above still churned.

Su Chen withdrew his hand and brushed nonexistent dust from his palms.

The crimson blood qi glow around him slowly receded, returning him to the appearance of an ordinary middle-aged Daoist.

Qiao Ling stood behind Su Chen, mouth agape.

He knew his master was strong—but he had never imagined his master could be this strong.

Those were Buddhist Luo Hans—and they couldn't even withstand one punch or one palm from him.

Qiao Hui and the guards lying before the palace hall, hearing the commotion, dared to lift their heads—and when they saw this, they were stunned into silence.

The true Buddha in their eyes had been casually slapped away by the Crown Prince's master.

In midair, Jianglong Luo Han stabilized his form and suppressed the churning injuries within.

He gasped for breath, staring fixedly at Su Chen below.

No magic power used. No magic treasure deployed.

Merely relying on bodily strength—he shattered the golden dragon manifestation with one punch, and smashed the tiger manifestation with one palm.

"Body Perfected into a Saint?!" Jianglong Luo Han's voice trembled with unmistakable terror.

He drew a deep breath and demanded sharply: "Who are you? When did such a body cultivator emerge in the Three Realms?"