Chapter 537: The Ultimate Battle (Part 4)

Eighty-one immortals descended from the sky, their strength complete and Wuxue.

In reality, do not be fooled by the astonishingly arrogant tone of this group of so-called immortals.

Even if their strength were not restricted by the laws of heaven and earth, they would absolutely be no match for Murong Tonghuang.

They themselves are also well aware of this.

If not for this, there would be no need for a full eighty-one immortals to descend to the mortal realm together.

But even so, these eighty-one immortals do not dare to underestimate Murong Wudi, who slaughters Land Immortals as easily as killing chickens.

Perhaps this will be the most terrifying opponent they have ever encountered.

As the eighty-one immortals descended from the sky, their Qi connected together, appearing like a harmonious whole.

Immediately following, their bodies also radiated a blinding light, colliding together like a great sun exploding, or as if paving a golden ocean in the night sky, dazzling to the eyes.

And right within this strange and magnificent spectacle, a majestic Thunder God appeared on the Longyan'er Plain, standing a hundred zhang tall and continuing to grow.

Its divine might was vast and boundless, filling the space between heaven and earth; its body was like a great mountain, interwoven with the most intense and violent purple lightning, and its pair of eyes were filled with lightning, emitting an inhuman divinity.

"Murong Tonghuang, prepare to die!"

Its voice was as booming as thunder, indifferent to the extreme. It was a mixture of dozens of voices, speaking in unison, shocking to hear.

The giant palm opened and held high toward the sky, supporting a Thunder Pool, while lightning of incomparable brilliance erupted from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Boom!

As the thick arm descended, the Thunder Pool shattered, and countless bolts of lightning crashed down from it, turning into a glowing, roaring waterfall that poured toward Murong Tonghuang.

This Thunder War God was formed by the fusion of eighty-one immortals, and lightning governs all laws, acting as the executioner for Heaven.

Therefore, experts who have entered the Heavenly Phenomenon realm from Zhihui, once their killing karma is too heavy, may suffer punishment from heavenly lightning.

They are acting on behalf of Heaven.

Hum, hum, hum.

Behind Yu Liancheng, his Qi boiled, and a giant Buddha emerged from the endless void, eyes lowered, lotus flowers blooming. Amidst the roaring Sanskrit sounds, that glass-like Buddha palm met the lightning waterfall, the Buddha light in the palm revealed, and a "swastika" Buddha seal bloomed with infinite golden light, continuously expanding like a golden pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, crashing into the countless bolts of descending lightning.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

The "swastika" Buddha light, representing wisdom and compassion, collided with the purple lightning waterfall.

In an instant, heaven and earth shook violently.

The entire void trembled abruptly, and the continuous explosions were endless; with every breath, there were thousands of collisions, and under the impact of the two, the entire Longyan'er Plain seemed to face the end of the world. Powerful ripples swept out from the point of impact, instantly spreading ten zhang, dozens of zhang, a hundred zhang...

Ji Luan, the chief Guest Minister of the Dragon Palace, was closest to the range of their battle. When swept by this powerful force, despite his First Grade Grandmaster cultivation, he could not help but be sent flying dozens of zhang, his body battered, bones shattered, and blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, he was saved by Xu Weixiong, otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

As for the other Northern Mang soldiers, they were instantly shaken to the point where their internal organs were pulverized, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they fell to the ground, dying on the spot. The first exchange between the eighty-one immortals and Murong Tonghuang, who had ascended to Land Immortal, caused such a terrifying result, almost turning a region of several hundred zhang into a dead zone.

The experts of Northern Mang and the Central Plains all watched the center of the battlefield with solemn expressions.

None of them stepped forward to assist.

They all had self-awareness; with their cultivation, even the likes of Tuoba Pusa and Deng Taie could not help much, and might even lose their own lives.

Boom!

The "swastika" Buddha light and the purple lightning ground against each other, and in the end, both dissipated into nothingness.

And in the next moment, Yu Liancheng tapped his toes, his figure leaping toward the Thunder God, and he threw a punch.

"Mere mortal."

The Thunder War God frowned, neither dodging nor evading.

It raised its palm and wrote a Thunder Rune in the void. The rune burned and immediately transformed into a Thunder Shield, attempting to block this punch.

That Thunder Rune was not only formed by True Qi drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but because these eighty-one immortals were ranked among the immortals, with several receiving incense offerings in the mortal world, plus the power of immense Luck, it was condensed from several types of incredible divine power, and could almost be considered indestructible and impervious to all laws.

However, whether in the rolling long river of history or in novels and plays, anything crowned as indestructible eventually fails to escape the fate of destruction.

This Thunder Shield was the same.

"Break!"

"

Yu Liancheng spat out a word lightly, and the dense Broken Force wove into a black gauntlet on his fist.

The aura of great destruction and great ruin almost caused the void to begin to tremble and shake.

Only a "bang" was heard.

This punch had slammed heavily onto the Thunder Shield.

After a brief stagnation, "crack, crack" sounds were endless, and cracks appeared on the Thunder Shield, then it collapsed with a roar, turning into meteor-like sparks and perishing.

And the force of the punch did not cease, slamming heavily onto the face of the Thunder War God.

Compared to the nearly thousand-zhang Thunder War God, Yu Liancheng's fist seemed insignificant. But the force and the power of destruction on this fist could not be underestimated.

The Thunder War God's head was thrown high backward.

On that huge face filled with lightning, black patterns emerged, but they were quickly compensated for and woven over by more lightning.

"Mortal... you actually... you actually... dare to treat this God..." Compared to the actual damage of this punch, the psychological trauma of the Thunder War God was clearly more severe.

The eighty-one high and mighty immortals fused into the Nine Heavens Thunder God in charge of punishment, originally intending to suppress everything in the world with peerless combat power, yet they were injured by a mortal...

It was more than a great humiliation.

It was simply a great humiliation.

Bang!

However, before the Thunder War God's rage could erupt like a volcano, Yu Liancheng kicked the Thunder War God in the face with the Heaven Collapsing and Earth Splitting move of the Tiancan Divine Skill.

This caused the latter to stumble, and a footprint appeared on its face.

Although Yu Liancheng's cultivation of the Tiancan Divine Skill was far inferior to the Tathagata Palm, and it was a rushed strike, it did not bring much actual damage to the Thunder War God, far less than the previous punch.

But to the Nine Heavens Thunder God, it caused deep psychological damage; purple lightning erupted from its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and the rage in its eyes seemed capable of boiling rivers and lakes dry.

"I am going to kill you!

"

The War God of Thunder let out a sharp shout.

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in terror.

For a moment, the hearts of countless horses and soldiers were shattered, demonstrating the wrath of thunder.

He possessed the pride of eighty-one immortals and would never allow a mortal to trample upon it.

Bang!

Another kick landed on his face.

Yu Liancheng stood in the void, his black clothes fluttering, and he picked at his ear with his hand: "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you say that again?"

The War God of Thunder was already beyond furious.

His thick, five-fingered hand spread open, as if erecting a Five-Finger Mountain that blotted out the sky and sun.

"Die."

Myriad bolts of thunder converged.

Boom!

Countless bolts of thunder intertwined and bombarded Murong Tonghuang, attempting to reduce the latter to ashes.

"Heh! So even the immortals in the sky can only fart with their mouths?" Yu Liancheng sneered, throwing a punch that scattered the countless bolts of thunder. In the blink of an eye, he flew back before that enormous face and threw another punch.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Next, the War God of Thunder and Yu Liancheng engaged in another head-on confrontation.

When the War God of Thunder angrily unleashed his divine abilities, the heavens and earth became a sheet of dazzling white light. The rumbling of thunder was incessant and deafening, and lightning bolts as thick as rivers struck down continuously. Each bolt of lightning could easily kill a Land Immortal. Even someone of Li Chungang's caliber would not wish to face such a fierce and overbearing attack head-on.

But Yu Liancheng could.

His pair of fists could.

His three small swords—Red Flail, Li Jing, and Qiu Ran—could.

After ascending to the Land Immortal Realm, his understanding of cultivation had reached a higher level.

Even without relying on the strength of his physical body to resist, he had many more clever ways to cope.

And conversely.

This War God of Thunder was formed by the fusion of eighty-one Land Immortals. Although the power of each strike was vast and immeasurable, his body was too massive; with Yu Liancheng's movement technique, attacking the opponent was simply too easy.

Seeing this War God of Thunder so arrogant, Yu Liancheng naturally upheld the fine tradition of hitting people specifically in the face, greeting the opponent's face with punch after punch.

Sure enough, the more the War God of Thunder was punched, the more furious, manic, and hysterical he became.

At this moment, his killing intent was extremely dense, scattering the clouds.

If killing intent could kill, Yu Liancheng would have long since been smashed to pieces and left without a burial ground.

However, the more this was the case, the more flaws the War God of Thunder revealed, and the harder it became to defeat Yu Liancheng.

Anger does not increase strength.

Anger only clouds the mind.

Bang!

It was like a muffled thunderclap exploding.

Yu Liancheng once again punched the War God of Thunder in the face.

The latter stumbled; because of his massive size, every step he took caused a heart-shaking tremor across the Longyan'er Plain. In reality, if such a War God of Thunder were to assist, and if there were no Yu Liancheng to contend with him, breaking cities and destroying nations would be a trivial matter.

And on the War God of Thunder's originally dignified and sacred face, after Yu Liancheng's continuous bombardment, cracks had spread everywhere. Beneath the cracks was not flesh and blood, but the interweaving of countless lightning bolts.

However, what was surprising was that after taking this punch, the War God of Thunder was no longer as irritable as thunder, but instead, his face was as calm as water.

In his eyes, which were filled with thunder, divinity returned; his brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to mutter to himself.

"Indeed, once immortals descend to the world, they can never escape the punishment of the laws of heaven and earth. It seems their strength has not been diminished, but their temperament and wisdom have been clouded, becoming irritable and prone to anger."

The War God of Thunder looked toward the looming Heavenly Gate, took a deep breath, and his entire body erupted with dazzling lightning once more.

"Our time remaining in this world is short. To act on behalf of Heaven and for the orderly development of the human world, let us each use half of our cultivation to converge into a single sword. One sword to decide the outcome, to determine life and death. Regardless of the result, we shall not blame Heaven or others; it is fate and destiny."

Only then did these descended immortals finally seem to possess a trace of the demeanor belonging to immortals.

Seeing this, the War God of Thunder first opened his right hand, summoning a Thunder Pool to temporarily trap Yu Liancheng within it.

Boom!

Immediately following, a thick bolt of thunder plummeted from the clouds and was grasped in the War God of Thunder's palm. With a stroke of his massive palm, he actually transformed this lightning into a Divine Sword capable of stealing the brilliance of the sun and moon.

"One sword, to decide life and death!"

The wild wind howled, and the thunder shattered.

The War God of Thunder stood between heaven and earth, his body intertwined with lightning, like a Divine Mountain that would never collapse.

The next moment, the sword flew out.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, that Thunder Sword transformed into a ray of divine light that pierced through everything, indestructible, and flew to stab at Yu Liancheng.

This sword transcended time, transcended space, and transcended the inherent speed of all things in the world.

One moment it was in the hand of the War God of Thunder, and the next it was already before Yu Liancheng.

And the power of thunder contained within the sword was even more unimaginably dense.

Even if a First-Rank Expert were to touch a single bit of it, they would be severely injured.

Yu Liancheng's eyes widened sharply.

Even he felt caught off guard when facing this sword.

But he reacted in the end.

He brought his hands together, and with a "bang," he fiercely clamped onto the giant sword.

However, was it truly caught?

Boom!

Then, Yu Liancheng was sent flying away by the giant sword.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

The giant sword flew horizontally without any obstruction; wherever it passed, tides surged and fierce gales swirled.

A long sword scar was plowed into the ground, and everything that stood in the path of this sword was only to be thoroughly destroyed and obliterated, leaving not even a trace behind.

And at the very instant this sword was unleashed, the Thunder War God, whose aura had been as unfathomable as an abyss and as violent as a volcano, began to wither.

That lethal sword strike was formed by eighty-one immortals, each exhausting the greater part of their cultivation.

Let alone in the mortal realm, even within the Heavenly Gate, apart from a very few ancient existences, almost no one could withstand it.

They were full of confidence in this sword strike.

Xu Weixiong and the others looked along the sword scar, which was hundreds of feet long and over ten feet wide, but they saw only dust and smoke flying, the entire world's Qi already chaotic to the extreme, making it impossible to investigate, and for a moment they were filled with trepidation.

The key to victory in this second great war between Beiliang and Northern Mang did not lie with the four hundred thousand Northern Mang soldiers, nor did it lie with the eighteen Grandmasters of the Central Plains.

It lay with that number one in the world.

And whether he could withstand the pressure from the heavens.

Everyone could not help but hold their breath, their expressions grave to the extreme.

Even with Xu Weixiong's temperament, her palms were slick with cold sweat.

Time gradually passed.

Just as the experts of Beiliang were gradually becoming disappointed and even desperate, and just as the Thunder War God was about to regroup and settle the entire battle in one go.

A voice rang out.

"This sword strike, it really... hurts."

A black figure gradually stepped out from the dust and smoke.

Who else could it be but Yu Liancheng?

PS: This volume will end tomorrow or the day after. For the new volume, I hesitated for a long time between Wind and Cloud and Nightfall, and chose Wind and Cloud.