Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

Jiang Fan's upturned lips slowly faded.

As Jiang Fan, his face covered in blood, was preparing for his death, he was startled by the sight of the black-robed man with the blood on his face. It seemed that Master Huai Dan did not intend to leave alone.
While the black pipe was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Liu Ping said softly, "Master, don't do anything foolish. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess."

Lin Zheng took a deep breath: "It's not worth it for people like us."

Liu Yanyan's head was spinning. Looking at the composed young man, she felt a strange sense of longing.

Real person, do you want to stay here?
Could it be that it was for her sake?

Zhang Huaidan shook his head: "There's no need for you all to say more. He just wants to shake my resolve."

In fact, when Zhang Huaidan first entered the underground palace and saw Jiang Fan, he had a vague feeling.

The two sized each other up.

It's not just about guessing someone's identity or strength—those superficial things.

As the saying goes, two great principles cannot coexist, or to use a somewhat inappropriate analogy.

The world's richest person can only be one person, never two.

The same applies to the attainment of Buddhahood in the true realm!
Before this, Zhang Huaidan didn't understand any of this, but now he was certain that even if he left, Jiang Fan would never let him go!

There was nothing they could do; both of them were on the path to becoming immortals, and coincidentally, both had achieved physical sainthood and had even condensed a Dharma body, resulting in similar realms and strengths.

Only one person on the same path can prove their identity as a true person.

If they meet, it's not a matter of life or death; both sides are definitely mentally ill.

Of course, Zhang Huaidan wasn't actually part of this path; he just happened to stay for a while.

But he told the truth.

Given Jiang Fan's behavior just now, how could anyone possibly believe it?

And he.

Why bother explaining!
As for saying that he would be spared once, that was just a lie. Its real purpose was only one thing: to try to shake his resolve.

When cultivation reaches this stage, it is no longer a pure contest of strength, nor is it about who can shatter how many stones or break how many trees with a single punch.

More importantly, it's a clash of wills!
Once he showed weakness and thought that Jiang Fanzhen would let him go, he developed a fearful and evasive attitude.

How much of his former strength can he still unleash?
I'm afraid they've already lost most of the battle before they even have a chance to fight.

……

Now that things had come to this, Jiang Fan dropped all pretense, his face terribly grim, and the scorching heat in the underground palace rapidly intensified, like a volcano about to erupt: "Did someone tell you this?"

Zhang Huaidan's expression was indifferent. The word "fellow Daoist" had ultimately been misplaced. Now that the pretense had been torn off, there was no need to feign politeness and waste his energy.

She said coldly, "What's it to you?"

Jiang Fan's face was sinister, and the demonic zombie behind him suddenly attacked!

Like a bolt of black lightning, it stirred up the intense heat in the underground palace, pushing aside waves of heat, and howled like a hurricane.

The nine white zombies and dozens of old corpses from previous dynasties were tossed about by the hot wind, like seaweed floating in a raging storm.

The nine white zombies had already developed a certain level of sentience, and their dry eyes revealed obvious fear.

The zombies present were all like this, not to mention Lin Zheng and the others.

The moment Jiang Fan turned hostile, everyone felt as if their bodies were on fire, yet they were in so much pain that they couldn't utter a sound.

'Damn it! Monster! Monster!'

Black Pipe was drenched in sweat, feeling as if every pore on his body was spewing flames. The intense pain made him curse inwardly.

Liu Ping and the others couldn't even muster the anger in their hearts; they could only endure the hardship.

Lin Zheng gripped the Corpse-Suppressing Compass tightly. With the compass protecting him, some of the heatwave was diverted, making him the least affected person besides Zhang Huaidan.

Even so, I was still shocked and powerless.

The corpse demon is truly terrifying; it's something that only exists in myths and legends, yet it's now appearing alive before our eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Liu Ping was clenching his teeth and struggling to hold on, and the feeling of helplessness was getting stronger.

Like him, Liu Ping is the current head of the Liu family, the corpse-driving clan. As one of the few capable figures in the corpse-driving lineage, he still has to struggle to maintain even a wisp of aura emanating from the corpse demon.

If it weren't for Master Huai Dan blocking the way and isolating most of the aura, even the current state of being able to hold on would be a luxury.

If he hadn't had the Corpse-Suppressing Compass, a treasured heirloom of the Corpse-Driving lineage, protected him, his fate probably wouldn't have been much better than Liu Ping's.

Even a master like Huai Dan could not possibly subdue such a monster.
Just as Lin Zheng was wavering, the old man behind Jiang Fan suddenly made a move!

A black lightning bolt stirred up a hot wind, and Lin Zheng's eyes widened.

Right now, the Corpse Demon is using its aura to restrain the True Person, and if it then allows the Demon Zombie to act, the outcome will likely be decided in an instant!

Thinking of this, Lin Zheng's heart nearly jumped into his throat as he stared intently at the black lightning bolt.

Time seemed to slow down, and Lin Zheng could clearly see the ferocious expression on the face of the demonic zombie that resembled a withered old man, and the corpse poison that shimmered like ink on its ten thin, chicken-claw-like fingers.

His full head of black hair was even faster than lightning, like thousands of sharp arrows, carrying an invincible power, aimed directly at Zhang Huaidan's vital points.

Lin Zheng's eyes trembled, and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his mouth!

Demonic zombies, terrifyingly powerful demonic zombies, a single demonic zombie nearly brought the corpse-driving lineage to the past over a hundred years ago!
Right now, this underground palace is the demonic zombie's home ground, giving it a clear advantage. Even though Master Huai Dan's strength is immeasurable, I'm afraid...

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he saw Zhang Huaidan slightly raise his eyes and then gently flick out a palm strike.

Compared to the lightning-fast demonic zombie, this palm strike could even be described as sluggish, like an elderly person resting under a tree on a hot summer day, weakly shooing away annoying mosquitoes and flies.

However, this was not an elderly man, but a palm strike from Zhang Huaidan.

The palm did not make contact with the attacking demonic zombie.

It was just a gust of wind from a palm strike.

The next instant, the highly intelligent demonic zombie's eyes flashed with incredible light!
"This……"

Lin Zheng, whose heart was practically leaping out of his mouth, stood frozen in place.

With a gentle gust of wind, the palm struck the demon zombie's thick black hair, which had been like a sharp sword striking it, and blew it into messy fragments.

So easily, like a breeze sweeping away dust from the ground, it makes one wonder if they are hallucinating.

The force of the palm strike showed no signs of abating!

Before the zombie could react, it lightly struck the skinny head.

'boom! '

With a muffled thud, the zombie, still moving at lightning speed, was like a high-speed train that had been abruptly stopped. Half of its face collapsed out of nowhere, leaving a deep palm print.

'Whoosh! '

The demonic zombie flew back at an even faster speed than it had come, crashing into the wall of the underground palace.

The sound it made caused the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

The gust of wind whipped up by the flying zombie dispersed the surrounding scorching heat.

The burning sensation felt by Hei Guan'er and the others crumbled, and their eyes stared blankly at the human figures on the underground palace wall.

Rather than describing it as a human-shaped mark, it was more like describing it as a human-shaped opening, with no trace of the demon zombie in sight.

The clarinet trembled uncontrollably. What kind of power was this?
What incredible power this is!
'A demonic zombie, just like that…' Liu Ping was dumbfounded. Was that thing that was just knocked away really a demonic zombie? Or something else entirely?
Despite remaining conscious thanks to the corpse-suppressing compass, Lin Zheng was in a state of utter confusion.

That's a demonic zombie!

One demonic zombie nearly wiped out the entire corpse-driving lineage!

They were so incredibly vulnerable!
Heaven can bear witness that just moments before, Lin Zheng had never, and would never have, associated the words "utterly vulnerable" with the demonic zombie.

Lin Zheng stiffly turned his head and looked at Zhang Huaidan, who was frowning slightly. He felt inexplicably better.

Although they are enemies now, it is still unacceptable that the Demon Zombie was defeated so easily by Master Huaidan.

However, judging from the frown on his face, that palm strike must have consumed a lot of his strength...

"Interesting, he didn't die with one palm strike."

Zhang Huaidan muttered to himself, somewhat surprised.

His palm strike just now, even if not at full strength, was still six or seven tenths of his power, yet it didn't kill the demon zombie. It was incredibly solid.

As for why he didn't go all out, it was naturally to guard against Jiang Fan.

And his muttering to himself was captured.

Black Pipe's lips twitched wildly, and he scratched his head frantically.

Lin Zheng and Liu Ping exchanged a glance, their blank stares seemingly cut from the same mold.

What does "Master Huai Dan" mean?
Wasn't he trying to force back the demon zombie?

He actually wanted to kill the demon zombie with a single palm strike!

The two of them felt numbness in their hands and feet, and began to tremble as if they were being electrocuted.

This idea is so absurd, it's ridiculous!
How could a zombie be a corpse demon?

How could someone possibly be killed with a single blow!
The two were completely bewildered.

At this time.

"Pah pah~~"

The sound of applause echoed in the underground palace. Jiang Fan looked at Zhang Huaidan with a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are indeed worthy of having condensed a Dharma Body."

Everyone had different thoughts. The previous scorching heat had completely disappeared, and the fate of their number one subordinate, the demon zombie, was unknown. Instead of taking advantage of the situation to attack, Jiang Fan praised Master Huai Dan.

Could it be that, having witnessed the true man's methods, he no longer wished to contend with him and thus yielded?

Zhang Huaidan didn't answer, but simply lowered his head slightly, looking at the ground beneath his feet, as if some strange thing was buried underneath, his eyes moving accordingly.

Amidst the crowd's surprise and uncertainty, Jiang Fan's smile vanished, his expression darkening. He knew that Zhang Huaidan had seen through his methods, and he no longer concealed them.

Two golden strands of hair suddenly emerged from the ground, so thin they were almost invisible, and coiled around Zhang Huaidan like serpents.

Black Pipe's breath hitched. Although he didn't know what it was, he felt an immense terror emanating from it!
Upon seeing those two strands of golden hair, Lin Zhengliu felt a chill run down his spine.

The zombie's weapons are its natural claws and the terrifying corpse poison carried within them.

Whether you are scratched or bitten, you need to seek medical attention promptly.

Otherwise, the consequences will be dire.

Once you reach the level of the Demon Zombie, you are no longer limited to claws and teeth; every single hair on your head will transform into something like a nightmare.

According to records of the demonic zombie from over a hundred years ago, the zombie's hair could not only hide silently underground, but also destroy the most sturdy magical artifacts, suck human blood without anyone noticing, and inject extremely concentrated corpse poison!

Both of them broke out in a cold sweat. The hair of the demon zombie was already so terrifying, but the two golden hairs of this corpse demon were simply unheard of. Who knew what kind of terrifying methods were hidden inside!

Master Huaidan...

Black Pipe exclaimed in surprise, "A real person!"

When those two golden strands of hair became entangled, Zhang Huaidan sensed a sign of danger and temporarily avoided their attack.

However, the golden hair moved with a single speed, like a serpent emerging from its hole. A section of his sleeve was brushed by the golden hair and immediately fell down, instantly corroding into a puddle of dust.

Zhang Huaidan's expression darkened slightly.

These golden strands of hair were incredibly sharp. Even with his powerful physique, it was best not to take them head-on. Moreover, they carried some kind of deadly poison, making it even more unwise to take them directly.

In a short time, he figured all this out, and the golden hair began to entwine and attack.

Zhang Huaidan maneuvered and shifted his position.

It is definitely faster.

I felt quite strange. This was the first time since my debut that I had been chased and 'beaten'. It was quite a novel experience.

Follow the hair, carry the cinnabar.

In just two breaths, the golden hair forced him against the wall, while a white zombie beside him stood like a puppet.

Zhang Huaidan casually grabbed the white zombie and threw it towards the golden hair. Without even making a cutting sound, the white zombie passed right through the two golden hair strands, effortlessly turning into three pieces that fell to the ground and instantly turned to dust.

In this situation, Hei Guan'er and the others all felt a chill run down their spines.

Especially Hei Guan'er, he was initially puzzled. In his memory, even when facing the crazed Xiao Zizai, Master Huai Dan had never been in such a sorry state.

Seeing a white corpse turn to ash in an instant makes my legs tremble.

He was no stronger than the white zombie; if the golden hair touched him, he would surely die.

'This can't go on...'

Seeing Zhang Huaidan being forced into a disadvantageous position by the golden hair, Lin Zheng felt secretly anxious.

An idea involuntarily popped into his mind, but before he could think about it carefully, Liu Ping beside him let out a long sigh: "As expected of a true master."

Look away.

Zhang Huaidan unleashed a series of powerful palm strikes, sending gusts of wind through the underground palace, causing the robes of the group to flutter wildly.

The two strands of golden hair swayed precariously in the palm wind, unable to form an effective attack.

Although this thing is incredibly sharp, it is ultimately just two hairs.

The palm strike unleashed by Zhang Huaidan was no small matter.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate for a time.

Zhang Huaidan kept unleashing palm strikes, staring at the two strands of golden hair, his mind racing with thoughts.

This thing is really troublesome.

If this problem cannot be solved, I'm afraid I won't even be able to touch Jiang Fan.

He could actually withstand it with his physical body, but that would inevitably cause him to get injured, affecting his ability to perform.

Don't forget, Jiang Fan has also condensed a Dharma body, making him an opponent on the same level as him.

While Zhang Huaidan was thinking of countermeasures, Jiang Fan was not idle either.

These two golden strands of hair were his masterpiece, and he was confident in their extraordinary power. He never expected that Zhang Huaidan would find a way to counter them.

A thought suddenly occurred to him, and an idea came to mind.

He pulled out a single strand of golden hair that had been affected by the palm strike. (End of Chapter)