Chapter 394 - 256: The Might of Divine Abilities, Slaying a Late Stage
Chapter 394: Chapter 256: The Might of Divine Abilities, Slaying a Late Stage
He immediately changed tactics. His Ghost Head Giant Blade continued to cleave apart the Black Seal Platform that was once again trying to entangle it. Then, he unleashed more than ten vicious streams of black Sword Qi, blasting toward Lin Changheng like a tempestuous storm in a preemptive strike.
At the same time, he spat, and a Skull Spiritual Artifact flew from his mouth, reeking of a foul, black aura. It swelled in the wind, spewing clouds of poisonous smoke that shot toward Lin Changheng from the flank. Though launched second, it arrived first.
Another Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact!
And it looked to be an Evil Spiritual Artifact!
At this moment, the Tiger-Faced Cultivator was simultaneously controlling two Upper Grade Spiritual Artifacts and one Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact!
This was completely different from what a Qi Cultivation Cultivator could do.
In the Qi Cultivation Stage, a Cultivator could only control one Magical Artifact of their own tier, or several Low Tier Magical Artifacts.
In the Foundation Establishment Stage, however, they could control two to three Spiritual Artifacts of the same tier, and even more of lower tiers. The exact number depended on the strength of the Cultivator’s Magical Power and Divine Sense.
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Facing the ferocious assault, Lin Changheng remained calm. He stretched out his hand, and a burst of fire erupted. The exceptionally pure Pure Yang Profound Flame transformed into a roaring fire dragon. It didn’t attack directly, but instead coiled around, instantly incinerating and purifying the encroaching poisonous smoke with a SIZZLING sound!
The scorching heat warped the air. Then, the fiery light shot out like an arrow, blasting toward the Skull Spiritual Artifact.
BOOM!
The Tier Two Upper Grade Red Sky Profound Flame was the same tier as the Skull Spiritual Artifact, but its majestic and righteous nature naturally suppressed the evil artifact. The Skull Spiritual Artifact let out a pained wail as its Spiritual Light dimmed, and it was sent flying backward.
"Suppress!" Lin Changheng took the opportunity to recall the Black Seal Platform, which had been knocked aside. He sent it forth again, and it smashed down on the dozen streams of Sword Qi with the Power of Ten Thousand Jins!
RUMBLE!
The Sword Qi and the giant seal collided with a deafening roar. The shockwave radiated outward, grinding all surrounding vegetation and gravel to dust!
’Now!’
The Cyan Gold Flying Sword weaved through the air like a phantom. Seizing the moment the Sword Qi was blocked, it transformed into a streak of lightning and shot straight for the Tiger-Faced Cultivator’s throat!
By now, Lin Changheng’s copper bowl had ensnared the opponent’s Small Shield Spiritual Artifact, creating this very opening for the Cyan Gold Flying Sword.
The Tiger-Faced Cultivator’s pupils shrank. He dodged the Flying Sword by the slimmest of margins, but it still left a gash on his face so deep the bone was visible!
At the same time, his tiger-faced mask shattered, revealing his true face.
’I almost got my head skewered!’
But at this moment, the Tiger-Faced Cultivator wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he grew remarkably calm, his gaze fixed on Lin Changheng with a deep, avaricious hunger.
’This person has so many techniques, so many Treasures... he’s a prime fat sheep!’
’If I kill him...’
HISS! The Tiger-Faced Cultivator was tempted as never before!
’Besides, he’s seen my real face. He has to die! For a Tribulation Cultivator, having your identity exposed is a matter of life and death!’
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The two traded blows, their Magic and Spiritual Artifacts constantly clashing. Brilliant yet deadly flashes of light erupted, laying waste to the mountain forest.
But the longer the Tiger-Faced Cultivator fought, the more frightened he became.
’My opponent clearly only has Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation, but his Divine Sense is formidable, and his control is exquisite. That Flame is the epitome of pure yang and hardness, perfectly countering my sinister methods. Plus, his three Spiritual Artifacts are all incredibly powerful!’
’There are also some Strange Skills that I can’t even comprehend!’
’I haven’t been able to gain the upper hand at all! Instead, his various bizarre techniques have me fighting with my hands tied. It’s infuriating!’
He realized he was being completely led by the nose. He had an abundance of formidable Magical Power, but he couldn’t even touch the hem of his opponent’s robes, unable to gain the slightest advantage.
’I can’t let this go on!’ A vicious glint flashed in the Tiger-Faced Cultivator’s eyes. ’Close combat! I have to get in close! I’ve spent decades cultivating the Black Death Demon Body. My physical body is far stronger than others of the same tier. As long as I can get close, I’ll tear him limb from limb!’
At this thought, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood. The earthy-yellow Spiritual Light around him instantly turned a dark crimson. His muscles swelled again, and bluish-black veins bulged like coiling dragons as his aura became utterly frenzied!
"Get lost!" he roared. The black light on his Ghost Head Saber flared, temporarily forcing back the entangling Flying Sword and Dharma Seal.
He then completely abandoned all defense. Relying on his Protective Gang Qi and tyrannical physical body, he charged head-on through several incoming Talismans and the copper bowl, ignoring the bloody gashes they carved into him. Like a rampaging bull, he fearlessly closed the distance at top speed, coming within fifty feet of Lin Changheng!
"Die for me!"
Seeing Lin Changheng standing there, seemingly stunned and motionless, a savage and cruel smile spread across the cultivator’s face. It was as if he could already envision tearing his opponent to bloody shreds!
He had absolute confidence in the Body Refining Skill he had painstakingly cultivated for many years. Any Cultivator of the same tier caught in close quarters with him was doomed!
And his opponent was only at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment!
A fist the size of a clay pot, wreathed in frenzied Earth Element Spiritual Power, tore through the air with a sonic boom, aimed straight at Lin Changheng’s face!
However, facing this terrifying blow that could shatter mountains and split stone, Lin Changheng showed no fear. Instead, a cold sneer flashed in his eyes.
Yes, a taunting sneer, the kind one gives to a man who is already dead.
He even recalled his Flying Sword and Seal Platform. He, too, balled his hand into a fist. A faint cyan light flowed over his arm as he met the attack with a seemingly ordinary punch of his own!
"You’re courting death!" The Tiger-Faced Cultivator was ecstatic, pouring every last ounce of his strength into the punch.
The two fists collided!
The expected scene of shattered bones and torn tendons did not happen.
Instead, an incredibly deep THUD erupted, as if two iron mountains had smashed into one another!
At the same time, the roar of a giant ape seemed to materialize out of thin air, howling at the heavens!
CRACK!
The distinct, cringe-inducing sound of splintering bone rang out!
"Argh—!" The savage smile on the Tiger-Faced Cultivator’s face froze, instantly replaced by extreme agony and disbelief!
He felt the bones in his fist, and then his entire arm, shatter inch by inch at the moment of impact. A fist intent far more terrifying and condensed than his own—one containing an explosive, thunderous power—had smashed into his body as if it were rotten wood!
His prized Body Refining Skill was like paper in the face of this absolute power!
"You... you..." He stared in utter horror at Lin Changheng’s still-calm face, as if he were looking at a monster.
Lin Changheng’s expression was cold. His fist did not slow, shattering the man’s arm before slamming into his chest!
BANG!
It sounded like a heavy hammer striking worn leather.
The Tiger-Faced Cultivator’s chest visibly caved in, while the shape of a Fist Seal bulged from his back!
His internal organs were instantly pulverized!
The light in his eyes faded. His massive body flew backward like a broken sack for several hundred feet, slamming heavily against a cliff face. He slid limply to the ground, already dead.
Even at the moment of his death, he couldn’t understand why a seemingly ordinary Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator would possess such terrifying physical strength.
He, a practitioner of Tier Two Late Stage Body Refining... was killed in a single blow!
Lin Changheng slowly withdrew his fist, the roiling of his Qi and Blood subsiding.
With his physique at the Tier Two Late Stage of the Evergreen Body of the Ancient Wood, boosted by the massive power of the Carrying Mountain Divine Abilities’ True Intent, even a Body Cultivator of the same tier would be no match for him in a single exchange of close-quarters combat!
He had originally thought that this deeply resourceful Late Stage Foundation Establishment Tribulation Cultivator would only be defeated after a long, drawn-out battle against his Spiritual Artifacts and Magical Power.
But who would have thought the man would serve himself up on a platter, trying to win with physical strength? Even now, recalling it made Lin Changheng want to laugh.
Still, this was the first time he had used the True Intent of the Carrying Mountain Divine Abilities in actual combat.
It was truly ferocious!
This man was also one of the most powerful opponents he had ever faced. He hadn’t held back his two Divine Power True Intents and had unleashed all of his Spiritual Artifacts, Demon Techniques, and Abnormal Techniques.
But these were not his ultimate trump cards. He still had the Talisman Plate, six Treasure Talismans, and the Cyan Purifying Sword Talisman Treasure, which could be used one more time!
But using them would have been like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. Lin Changheng was used to a frugal life and couldn’t bear to waste anything.
After quickly cleaning up the battlefield and destroying the corpse, he made sure to collect the Storage Bags and Spiritual Artifacts, now bereft of their master and Magical Power support. With a flicker, Lin Changheng’s figure vanished without a trace.