Chapter 275: Soul Transformation Falls

If Great Qian could also possess a talent of this caliber.

How could He Chou not rise?

Chen Zhong slowly retreated toward the dense forest.

No wonder Senior Shen refused to leave.

It turns out he was eyeing that wild boar.

Not only could he slay a Demon King from the Thousand Demon Cave, but he could also wash his hands of all responsibility.

Do not think the harvest is abundant; this matter is not something an ordinary person could accomplish.

To boldly strike and slay a Peak Realm Demon King in front of three Transformation of Spirit Realm experts—such courage is enough to make ordinary people blush with shame.

"Finally, I can leave..."

Chen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief; to be honest, if he had watched any longer, his heart simply could not have held out.

Just then, he suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw Shen Yi casually put away the corpse of the wild boar demon, then red clouds swirled beneath his feet.

In an instant, he actually darted toward Zhang Mingyang in the sky!

"Gah!"

Chen Zhong suddenly clutched his chest.

A Qing opened his mouth wide, and the Bai Yu in his hand clattered to the ground.

Could it be that Shen Zongshi Shen was not eyeing the wild boar demon... but a true Transformation of Spirit Realm expert?!

Between the two realms, the difference is like that between clouds and mud.

If facing a Peak Realm Demon King just now, A Qing could still think of a way to set up some great formation to help a little.

Facing a true Transformation of Spirit Realm expert, he truly racked his brains and could think of nothing else he could do.

If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it...

He stood obediently in the forest, looking up at the sky.

The scales on the Golden Dragon were lifelike, its whiskers fluttering; if not for the fact that its entire body, including its eyes, was golden, it would be indistinguishable from a living creature.

Zhang Mingyang, who needed to face it directly, felt it even more deeply.

The opponent's body was in no way inferior to a true Demon Emperor; now tightly coiling around him, no matter how the vines pulled at it, they still could not move it an inch.

The poisonous wood treasure spear, condensed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, stabbed crazily into the Golden Dragon's body.

However, the intense poison that even Demon Emperors feared had no effect on the Golden Dragon, and the sharp spear tip found it difficult to pierce its body.

"Ao!"

Accompanied by a dragon's roar, the shoulder Zhang Mingyang had in the dragon's mouth was directly chewed to pieces.

His entire aura had withered to the extreme.

So much so that even his spirit began to falter.

I must live... This Seat must live!

As a Transformation of Spirit Realm cultivator, how strong is the desire for survival; otherwise, one could not ascend to the ranks of first-class experts.

He forcibly mobilized his aura once again.

A thorn bracelet flew out from his waist, then swelled several times in size, suddenly wrapping around the Golden Dragon's neck; the thorns sank into its Golden Body, forcibly prying it open.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Zhang Mingyang, disregarding that his arm was still in its mouth, tore directly with all his might.

Only the sound of a tear was heard.

The entire arm, along with the black-and-white magical robe, was torn off together.

He panted heavily, leaping down toward the ground in a wretched state!

A white cloud gathered timely beneath his feet, carrying him away rapidly toward the distance!

"He's alive!"

Joy finally surged in Zhang Mingyang's eyes.

In an instant, a vicious whip-kick swept toward him, smashing heavily into his face.

The white cloud dispersed; under that immense force, Zhang Mingyang's entire body flew straight back.

A true Transformation of Spirit Realm True Person, now actually shaking his arms in panic like a mortal, only just managed to stabilize his stance.

He fixed his gaze, and immediately a wisp of ghost fire rose from the bottom of his heart.

He saw that before the path to life, a tall figure draped in a black cloak stood upon a cloud; the previous kick had come from that youth.

Red light blazed from the opponent's body, clearly still at the Hunyuan Realm.

Zhang Mingyang had no time to think why, in such a situation, a Hunyuan Shen Zongshi would dare to lurk nearby.

This world never lacks the bold and reckless; all believe themselves to be the chosen ones of fate.

What truly enraged him was that a Hunyuan Shen Zongshi actually dared to strike at him, a Transformation of Spirit Realm expert, putting that bold and reckless thought into action!

Zhang Mingyang used his remaining left hand to form a hand seal, first mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to protect himself.

Then he turned back to look at the Golden Dragon.

Without sufficient aura to support it, even a true magical treasure could not trap the opponent for long.

Watching as the Golden Dragon was about to break free.

His peripheral vision swept to the ground, where he saw that Golden Body Dharma Image had already flipped over, pinning Bai Yu Yao Huang beneath it, punching its head again and again!

What a ferocious fighting style!

Zhang Mingyang's eyelids twitched slightly; his previous act of fleeing had clearly offended that Transformation of Spirit Golden Body.

Once the opponent freed his hands, today would indeed be the day he was fated to fall here.

Boom—

A muffled explosion startled Zhang Mingyang awake; he withdrew his gaze, only to see the youth who had been far away in an instant now standing before him.

Cold air flowed between his palms.

Clearly, it was aimed at his head.

Fortunately, he had taken precautions in advance; a thick, massive tree trunk materialized out of thin air, blocking the youth, only to be shattered by a punch as unstoppable as splitting bamboo!

"Hiss!"

Under normal circumstances, such strength wouldn't even interest Zhang Mingyang enough to raise an eyelid.

But this moment was different.

Feeling the cold air rushing toward him, Zhang Mingyang's face changed instantly; he quickly sidestepped to dodge.

His five fingers spread, and dense wooden thorns shot out.

These seemingly ordinary wooden thorns, the moment they touched Shen Yi's skin, effortlessly pierced through his flesh and blood, revealing the crimson Dao Infant within.

"..."

Shen Yi's eyebrows twitched slightly, yet he did not dodge or yield.

Using Slain Hunyuan to fight a Soul Transformation True Person.

He had few choices available.

Forcing himself to endure this move, he reached Zhang Mingyang's side and suddenly seized the other's neck.

The Cold Jade Mysterious Silk Hand was driven to its utmost.

The Great Qian Dynasty's most powerful treasure now unleashed its true power.

Frost filled the sky, erupting from Zhang Mingyang's neck, immediately engulfing him entirely, then contracting as if dressing him in an ice-crystal cold robe.

Even in such a moment, Zhang Mingyang keenly detected the strange change in Shen Yi's pupils.

Though he did not know its effect, he immediately stabilized his soul and顺势 closed both eyes.

This was an instinct brought to him by many years of cultivation experience.

His hand, eroded by the cold, trembled as it formed a hand seal: "Ignorant junior, die for this Seat!"

The shot-out poison thorns suddenly converged, forming a thick spear that, with a "puchi," pierced straight through Shen Yi's back.

Bright red blood instantly soaked the black robe.

Shen Yi lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the spear tip protruding from his chest.

He was cautious, but never afraid of fighting fiercely.

Whether before or now, he cared not whether the one before him was a yellow weasel or a Soul Transformation True Person.

Dense Kong Que red light wrapped around his body.

A murderous aura rose upon his handsome face.

Shen Yi gripped Zhang Mingyang's neck; coldness, poison, and sharp green light surged upon his right fist.

In an instant, a mighty punch with tremendous momentum struck this True Person's brow bone.

Boom!!

Half of Zhang Mingyang's face was directly blasted apart.

Before he could resist, his stomach took a heavy kick, sending his entire body flying backward.

On the remaining half of his face, his eyes struggled to widen.

In his line of sight was a ferocious golden dragon head staring directly at him.

He saw that dragon open its mouth in rage and bite straight toward him!

At the same time.

The black robe swept across the long sky; Shen Yi's lips were stained with blood, but his hands tightly gripped the sword hilt.

Driving the straight blade straight through Zhang Mingyang's heart with a "puchi"!

He panted heavily, his hands leaving the sword hilt.

Calmly watching Zhang Mingyang be completely chewed and torn apart by the furious golden dragon.

(End of this chapter)