Chapter 121: The Eternal Giant, Grand Pursuit!

Jiao Fei declared that Chen Zheng was dead, shook his head, turned away, and prepared to leave.

No need to watch any longer.

It's just a pity that we can't wait for Chen Zheng to truly mature, face him, and defeat him with our own hands.

Moreover, Chen Zheng's technique that enlarges his body is extremely terrifying, likely a supreme method from the Demonic Path realm, and it's a shame we can't even glimpse it.

"Senior Brother, look quickly—Chen Zheng doesn't seem dead?"

A Tongtian Sword Sect disciple suddenly pointed toward the Xuan Gui Pavilion and shouted, his voice trembling with shock, as if unable to believe what he saw.

"Oh?"

Jiao Fei turned around at the words, looked again toward the Xuan Gui Pavilion, and his whole body shivered instantly, his pupils contracting sharply.

Ahead, the site of a Golden Core explosion filled the sky with smoke and dust, interlaced with raging destructive storms tearing everywhere like a chaotic spacetime vortex, utterly disorderly.

At the heart of that chaos, a towering giant of the Tongtian realm flickered in and out, like an immortal monument standing amid the torrent of heaven and earth, unshaken by towering waves, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

If that giant isn't Chen Zheng, then who is it?

He stood as tall as the heavens, eyes glittering, shining alongside the Great Sun, black hair three thousand zhang long, each strand like a dragon, his blood‑stained robe crackling, exuding a terrifying demonic aura!

"It's really Chen Zheng; not only did the Golden Core self‑explosion fail to kill him, he has not a single wound—how did he manage that?"

"Heavens! What kind of flesh is Chen Zheng? How can he endure a Golden Core cultivator's self‑detonation without a hair out of place—has he already attained an immortal body?!"

All the Tongtian Sword Sect disciples, including Jiao Fei, were deeply shaken by Chen Zheng's supreme bearing, their hearts roiling with relentless waves of astonishment.

"Even a Golden Core self‑explosion can't kill him?"

On the other side, Ying Tianqing was also shocked, his mind in utter turmoil, tangled like hemp.

He had originally thought Chen Zheng's death was certain.

Then he could have seized the opportunity to strike.

If this continues, someday it might move Fang Qingxue.

Who would have known Chen Zheng would remain undead.

What should he do?

Could it mean there is never any hope?

At that moment, Ying Tianqing felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness engulf his body and mind, nearly collapsing to his knees in the void, howling up at the heavens.

"Damn it, how can he stay alive? If he doesn't die, how can we retake the Xuan Gui Pavilion? We barely managed to cut off its link with Wangui Sea City; we can't just give it to him as a wedding gift!"

"He's literally a monster; I think we should abandon the Xuan Gui Pavilion and run!"

The Four Divine Kings and the Forty Great Thieves both doubted and resented, many showing fear on their faces, ready to slip away.

Chen Zheng is too ferocious.

If we don't leave now, not only will we fail to seize the Xuan Gui Pavilion, but our lives will be lost.

Their thinking is correct; Chen Zheng has already set his sights on them, and death is imminent.

Boom!

Chen Zheng bent his knee, launched himself from Wangui Sea City, and leapt toward the sky above the sea where the Four Divine Kings and the Forty Great Thieves stood.

The scene was incredibly shocking, like a towering mountain soaring in the heavens, bearing a surge of killing intent, crushing everything in its path as void collapsed and a tsunami erupted.

"Run!"

The divine kings and the great thieves felt a chill down to the bone, scrambling in all directions, wishing their parents had given them two extra legs.

But Chen Zheng's speed was too fast; thousands of miles seemed a single step, arriving in an instant. "Ah!"

"Don't…"

Many people barely moved before Chen Zheng's outstretched giant hand struck their bodies, exploding them into blood mist one after another, their screams rising in waves.

In a single move, the Forty Great Thieves were almost all wiped out, only the quickest Ci Yue Dao and Zhu Xian Dao barely escaped.

"They stole our Xuan Gui Pavilion and now come to kill us; they're even less reasonable than us!"

"We must annihilate him; I refuse to believe he's immortal!"

The Four Divine Kings also survived, and seeing Chen Zheng's ferocity—killing so many of their own with a single glance—filled them with rage and sparked their own savagery.

The four of them emitted intense mental waves, forming countless invisible rays like millions of flying swords launched together, tearing heaven and earth, thrusting fiercely at Chen Zheng's head as if to pierce his soul.

This is a divine clan's ultimate art called Spiritual Storm, mastered only by Divine Lords and above, far more bizarre than Demonic Path techniques, specifically targeting a cultivator's spirit.

Once a cultivator is infiltrated by Spiritual Storm, they instantly go mentally deranged, falling into madness.

Since Chen Zheng's flesh is solid and even a Golden Core self‑explosion can't kill him, attacking his soul should scatter it and bring about his death, right?

Looking at it one by one /p>

However, they overthought it.

Deep within Chen Zheng's mind lies a Sheep Skin Scroll suppression; no matter how powerful Spiritual Storm is, it cannot shake his spirit.

Moreover, Chen Zheng possesses dozens of divine techniques, many of which stabilize the mind; even his Panwu Great Strength Technique includes mental methods, and even the Nether King True Body contains them.

Using any one of them can fend off Spiritual Storm.

Boom!

A magical giant hand shot from his body, bearing seven fingers, each inscribed with runic characters: Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Pleasure, Grief, Suffering, and Worry!

This is Chen Zheng's Seven Emotions Great Hand Seal from Wanluo, the seven characters representing the seven extreme emotions, which, upon appearing, sweep Spiritual Storm cleanly away.

It also shakes the minds of the Four Divine Kings, including Ci Yue Dao and Zhu Xian Dao, causing them to lose mental control and drown in chaotic emotions like great joy, intense crying, and raging anger.

Bang!

The Seven Emotions Great Hand Seal struck again, killing Zhu Xian Dao and Ci Yue Dao, capturing the Four Divine Kings, and seizing the treasures left by the recently slain, stuffing them all into his sleeve.

After completing all this, Chen Zheng's massive body suddenly shrank back to normal, staggering as if drunk, and with a single step vanished from the still‑stunned view of Ying Tianqing, Jiao Fei, and the other onlookers.

Boom!

Almost as Chen Zheng disappeared, a giant hand swooped down from the heavens, seemingly trying to seize him, but missed.

He actually slipped away?

As a surprised voice rang out, many spectators saw a tall, elderly man with white, hoary hair appear at the spot where Chen Zheng had vanished, his face full of astonishment.

The elder was none other than Wan Qingshan, master of the Profound Turtle Pavilion.

"A creature as small as an ant, killing so many of my Wan Gui Immortal Island, stealing my sect's Dao instrument—can you really escape?" Wan Qingshan snorted coldly, his figure flashing as he gave chase.

Just as he left, a graceful figure appeared—Fan Qingying. Her face was as cold as frost, and she too galloped toward the direction Chen Zheng had fled.

"Wan Qingshan and the Abandoned Heaven Thieves are pursuing Chen Zheng at the same time; it's like two great ancient titans. No matter how formidable Chen Zheng is, his odds are now grim."

Jiao Fei sighed lightly once more.

Ying Tianqing also felt joy again.

As Chen Zheng and the others departed, the events here were spread by countless spectators far and wide, once again bringing Chen Zheng fame and shocking many.

(End of chapter)