Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 410 Your Majesty, It's Time for You to Set Off! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

boom! boom! boom!
Rumble——! ! !
In the desolate mountains, thunderous roars echoed continuously, and violent tremors frequently erupted from the ground, sending plumes of dust soaring into the sky, as if earth dragons were churning, creating an incredibly terrifying spectacle.

As the camera zooms in, you can see two tiny yet ferocious figures colliding and attacking each other relentlessly.

Four fists were unleashed in rapid succession, creating a powerful gust of wind that swirled wildly around the two men, transforming into various natural disasters and strange phenomena.

The four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire scattered and flowed, causing countless electric arcs and flames to bloom.

Even the aftershocks of the collision possessed the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, transforming into visible ripples that spread wildly, destroying everything around them.

It is unknown how much time has passed. After the space within a radius of dozens of miles has been reduced to ruins, one of the figures gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, and his movements began to slow down. He would occasionally take out one powerful magic weapon after another, either to defend or to interfere with the soul, trying to gain a chance to catch his breath.

However, the next second, a terrifying fist aura suddenly erupted, shattering all the magical artifacts with overwhelming force, and then struck the figure relentlessly.

With a bang, the incredibly powerful figure hurtled backward like a meteorite hurtling through the air, crushing everything in its path amidst a series of sonic booms, finally coming to a stop by crashing into a towering mountain peak, where its body sank deep.

Before the man could pull himself out of the mountain, a dark figure appeared in front of him as if by teleportation, and then frantically swung its fists, launching a relentless attack on him like a bear ravaging a rabbit.

"So weak! So weak! So incredibly weak!!"

"The fusion of a second-grade Tribulation Transcending Body and a third-grade Undying Body has only yielded this result. Is it that these two systems are incompatible, or are you simply too useless!"

"So weak and frail, yet you dare to try and scam some French country girl? I suggest you stop calling yourself Joan of Arc and just change your name to Useless Aquilina!!"

Wu Xian sneered coldly as he swung his fist down even faster.

Extreme speed represents extreme power.

Now, every attack he launches is no less than a bombing with a large amount of TNT.

The entire mountain peak groaned under this ferocious onslaught, as if being torn apart and pierced bit by bit by a giant drill, and finally smashed in half, turning into a mess.

As for Joan of Arc, who was directly subjected to these attacks, she was no longer recognizable as a human.

Or rather, most of his body had been blasted into countless pieces of flesh, scattered in all directions, but because of the Yang God and his immortal body, he did not die, but instead struggled to reassemble and recombine.

However, compared to the beginning, its recovery speed is significantly slower. In addition to the fact that the damage this time is more severe, this immortal body seems to have reached its limit.

We can't beat them! We simply can't beat them!

Joan of Arc was filled with rage, and her desire to escape became incredibly strong.

There's no way around it, Wu Xian is just too strong.

A physique more robust than the indestructible Vajra of Buddhism, power more ferocious than a second-rank martial artist, a soul more resilient than a second-rank tribulation cultivator, and a terrifying aura that defies reason and almost disregards all rules and supernatural abilities...

Each of these factors alone would be enough to give any expert below the first rank a headache, but now they are all concentrated in one person, making him a super monster stitched together!

In short, Wu Xian's strength has completely exceeded Jeanne's comprehension. He is simply not a formidable enemy that Jeanne can handle. It's time to consider making a hasty retreat.

Thinking this, Joan of Arc hardened her heart, directly abandoning her dying immortal body. Her Yang Spirit detached, transforming into a golden light that soared into the sky, attempting to break through the void and escape. "Stop!!"

At this moment, Wu Xian snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with dark light, and used his ability to bind spirits and command generals to imprison Joan of Arc's spirit and forcibly pull her back.

Although the Eight Extraordinary Techniques published by the Main God are only a side quest of B-level value, their power has been greatly enhanced through Wu Xian's research and improvement across multiple worlds.

At least a mere second-grade Yang God at the Tribulation Transcending Realm cannot resist the summoning of the Spirit Binding General.

Sure enough, the moment Wu Xian stretched out his palm, the golden light that had already flown a thousand meters away suddenly turned at an angle that defied the laws of physics.

Immediately afterwards, the golden light flew towards Wu Xian at an even faster speed than before, landing in his palm and revealing the image of a man in a dragon robe. His appearance bore some resemblance to that of Prince Huai and Yuan Jing, and it was none other than the Yang spirit form of Joan of Arc.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Aren't you just a pure martial artist? How could you possibly control my Yang Spirit? Even the Supervisor and the Grand Wizard couldn't do such a thing!!"

Joan of Arc roared and desperately tried to break free of her restraints, but found that her soul and magic power were like heavy mercury, impossible to mobilize even a little.

"You're like a frog in a well; there's so much more to this world than you know!"

Wu Xian sneered, then raised his other hand, drawing in the scattered flesh and blood around him with his energy, kneading them into a ball, and then simultaneously using the alchemy techniques from the Perfect World to remove impurities with Phoenix True Fire, refining and purifying them.

"I heard you want to use 380,000 people from Chuzhou to refine Blood Pills and Soul Pills... If you ask me, why go through all that trouble? Why not just use yourself to refine them?"

As Wu Xian watched the gradually growing fear on Jeanne d'Arc's face, a chilling smile slowly spread across his lips.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I have some knowledge of alchemy and will make good use of your flesh and soul to protect the vast land of the Great Feng Dynasty. You can set off in peace!"

"No!! Don't!! Don't kill me!!"

Joan of Arc was now completely panicked.

Immortality was his obsession, while death was his greatest fear.

The thought of dying here and having her soul refined made Joan of Arc beg for mercy.

He begged Wu Xian to spare his life, making various promises, including giving him all of Yuan Jing's princesses and concubines, even acknowledging him as his master and appointing him as regent. He promised that once Da Feng became a vassal state of the Witch God Sect, the two of them would share the power of Da Feng.

However, Wu Xian simply ignored these empty promises and focused solely on refining Joan of Arc's flesh and spirit, remaining completely unmoved by any attempts to persuade him.

Perhaps realizing that there was no way to reverse the situation, Joan of Arc stopped pleading and instead roared and cursed. Unfortunately, as an emperor, she may have been shameless, but she was really not good at cursing and her vocabulary was extremely limited.

Annoyed, Wu Xian simply used the Spirit Binding Technique to mute his microphone and then sped up the refining process.

Finally, after about half an hour, Joan of Arc's spirit became increasingly indifferent, eventually dissipating into specks of light, leaving only a pale blue bead lying quietly in Wu Xian's left palm.

Just as the blood pill in his right hand was fully formed, a pale bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the void, striking Wu Xian directly at the back of the head at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)