Chapter 1189

Accompanied by a muffled boom.

Elder Cheng's entire body exploded in an instant.

The flesh and blood from the blast scattered like an endless rain of blossoms.

"What is this thing?"

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang both saw the scene and their expressions changed drastically.

They saw the blood mist spreading, shrouding the void, completely enveloping the two of them within it.

And the evil toxins contained within the blood were incomparably swift, burrowing into their bodies, leaving them paralyzed and stiff all over.

"Hmph!"

And Elder Cheng naturally would not let the opportunity slip, pressing the attack while victorious.

The Soldier God Demon threw a punch, slamming viciously into the blood-colored fog.

A soft muffled sound—puchi.

The blood-colored fog instantly exploded apart, revealing two wretched figures.

These two were none other than Elder Cheng and Gai Nie.

Only, both of them were trembling all over, their faces deathly pale.

The feeling was very strange, as if the body had been hollowed out and a portion of the soul had been drawn away.

Not only were their limbs drained of strength, even the circulation of true Qi within their dantians had grown far more sluggish.

What horrified them most was that the blood-colored mist had actually seeped through their skin, corroding their flesh and marrow.

Elder Cheng's blood-colored fog even corroded the ground where they stood.

In the blink of an eye, it had eaten that entire area into chunks of scorched earth.

This scene could not help but make everyone present change color at once.

The might of Elder Cheng's single strike was truly terrifying to such a degree.

"Hiss—"

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, watching from the side, both sharply drew in a breath of cold air at the sight.

If not seen with one's own eyes, who would dare believe that such an overwhelmingly peerless martial art could exist in this world?

Elder Cheng's single strike could simply be called heaven-defying.

Such a strike was enough to instantly kill any Grandmaster.

Such a strike—even if Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang joined forces—would be hard to escape death from.

Yet Elder Cheng, after succeeding with that one strike, did not feel the slightest joy.

Because he knew that this level of attack could not harm those few people at all.

"Heh heh, so this is the legendary Nine Yang Holy Scripture!"

Seeing Di Shitian gazed at the blood mist drifting across the sky, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smile:

"Truly worthy of being the number one martial art under heaven, its power is indeed astonishing!"

"Not bad!"

Behind Seeing Di Shitian, a man of somewhat advanced years nodded in agreement.

This man was dressed plainly, looking quite ordinary.

Yet those eyes were exceptionally bright and sharp, as if a blade edge were slicing open space itself.

He was one of the four Dragon Kings leading this group—Long Wang Wu.

Seeing Di Shitian and Long Wang Wu stood together as the foremost among the four Dragon Kings; their cultivation need not be spoken of further.

Only, he had a gentle and refined temperament, disliking conflict, rarely engaging others in battle on ordinary days, which was why people called him the weakest chicken among the four Dragon Kings.

Yet although his disposition was mild, his Wu Gong was first-rate in its ferocity.

He could even be called the strongest existence within the Great Luo Xian Sect.

Seeing Long Wang Wu evaluate the "Nine Yang Holy Scripture" in such a way at this moment,

Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang both fell silent, their hearts complicated.

After all, that was the level they had dreamed of reaching, a height they would spend their entire lives striving for.

"But it's nothing more than this anyway…"

Another young man draped in a dragon robe also spoke up.

He was seen to have delicate brows and a handsome, comely face.

Yet at this moment he wore a cynical, world-weary air, lounging lazily inside the horse carriage.

"Tai Yin Wang, you need not mock this seat; is your 'Tai Yin Scripture' somehow more formidable than my 'Nine Yang Holy Scripture'?"

Wu Zhangge gave a cold snort.

And Tai Yin Wang did not deny it either:

"Of course it's more formidable than your 'Nine Yang Holy Scripture'; after all, my clan's ancestor was one of the Primeval Sacred Emperors, so how could the cultivation art he created possibly be inferior to that of the human race?"

"Oh?"

Hearing these words, Wu Zhangge merely gave a cold laugh and mocked:

"Then by your reasoning, the 'Tai Yin Scripture' created by humans—is it not the strongest Wu Gong under heaven?

If that is so, then what do the rest of us count for?

Trash?"

"Haha, you fellow actually have quite the funny bone, to be able to say something so amusing!"

Tai Yin Wang laughed heartily, appearing somewhat delighted.

But Wu Zhangge did not appreciate it; he was only heard giving a cold snort:

"Trash aren't us—we are humans.

But how can humans possibly compare to gods?

Tai Yin Wang, don't you agree?"

"Hmph, enough nonsense! Today, the two of us must settle this once and for all!"

Tai Yin Wang let out a low growl, and a sharp light suddenly flared in his eyes.

In an instant, the blood mist drifting in the air churned violently, transforming into a massive blood serpent that lunged toward Wu Zhangge.

Wu Zhangge saw this but showed no fear whatsoever.

He stomped his foot against the ground, and borrowing that force, his whole body shot upward like a cannonball, charging straight toward the blood python.

Bang bang bang!

The two Grandmasters clashed fiercely.

In a flash, wild winds howled across the entire sky.

The air within a radius of several thousand meters seemed to be churned up.

"Hahaha…"

But Elder Cheng refused to be outdone. He let out a hideous shriek, his blood qi boiling over, and once again condensed into a blood dragon that pounced toward the crowd.

"Get lost!"

Gai Nie roared angrily and swung his sword in a slash.

But all of this was in vain—the blood dragon pierced straight through his chest, sending him crashing heavily into the ground.

And right after that, Wu Zhangge was also caught in the blast.

The blood python moved at terrifying speed, aiming straight for Wu Zhangge's neck.

But at the critical moment, Wu Zhangge dodged by twisting his body sideways.

The blood python grazed past his clothes, leaving behind a horrifying bloody hole.

"Damn you, you despicable wretch!"

Wu Zhangge's face turned iron-blue with rage.

"Hehehe, is this all the might of what you call humanity's number one martial art?"

Elder Cheng, riding his momentum, pressed the attack without mercy.

And just as the two were locked in endless fierce combat—

A cold voice suddenly rang out slowly:

"Are you two done? Now it's my turn!"

Immediately, everyone saw Di Shitian step out in one stride and throw a punch in midair.

Boom!