Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

The golden hair appeared and disappeared unpredictably, heading straight for Black Pipe Lin Zheng and his group.

Not to mention that Zhang Huaidan ruined his white zombie body, Jiang Fan had long wanted to get rid of these people.

In particular, Ma Youcai's pure yang blood is a great tonic for him. If he can absorb all of Ma Youcai's blood essence, it will be a great help to him right now.

Of course, these are all petty schemes. The most important thing is to get Zhang Huaidan to save people, which will inevitably expose our flaws!
In a true battle between masters, even the slightest mistake can be fatal.

Once Zhang Huaidan saves people, the golden hair that was attacking Lin Zheng and the others will merge with the original hair and strike with a heavy blow, which will at least injure Zhang Huaidan!
As for Ma Youcai's body full of blood essence?
Once we've dealt with Zhang Huaidan, are we afraid he'll run away?

Jiang Fan had a well-thought-out plan, but this time, he miscalculated.

With only one strand of golden hair remaining, Zhang Huaidan felt much less pressure. He pushed off with his heel, leaving two large craters in his wake. The remaining strand of golden hair was unable to move forward by the strong wind surrounding him. He shot straight at Jiang Fan like an arrow released from a bow!

His gaze was like a divine blade, causing Jiang Fan's pupils to shrink slightly. This was not what was agreed upon; Zhang Huaidan had actually not gone to save people.

Based on his observation, Zhang Huaidan should be a kind person!
This was wishful thinking on Jiang Fan's part. Zhang Huaidan did have a place for kindness in his heart, but he was never a person who acted solely out of kindness.

In the current situation, some people may hesitate, prioritizing saving lives.

But Zhang Huaidan knew perfectly well that Jiang Fan was different from most of the opponents he had encountered before; he was a true kindred spirit.

The two sides had completely broken off relations, and in his pursuit of victory, he was prepared to be seriously injured.

As for the lives of Hei Guan'er and the others, if it doesn't affect the overall situation, saving them wouldn't be a problem.

The key facts are not like that.

When true masters clash, the difference is only a hair's breadth. Jiang Fan wanted him to reveal a weakness, but little did he know that this time his weakness was even greater!
……

On the other side, Black Pipe's expression changed drastically; the terror of his golden hair had now deeply penetrated everyone's hearts.

Aside from Master Huai Dan, who can withstand a mere flick of this thing?
Even Master Huai Dan never physically withstood it.

Thoughts raced, and Hei Guan stepped forward, but another figure was a fraction faster.

Lin Zheng's eyes were calm and deep as he activated the Corpse-Suppressing Compass.

Hei Guan'er's throat was dry, and he nodded through gritted teeth. Ma Youcai also wanted to step forward, but Liu Ping held him back tightly. Liu Yanyan gritted her teeth, but she was powerless to do anything about it.

A strand of golden hair swept across the compass, landing on the corpse-suppressing compass. It hesitated slightly before being plunged into the compass like a hot knife into oil. Lin Zheng met the compass with calm eyes.

Suddenly, the hair receded violently!
"Master!"

"Senior Brother Lin Zheng!"

Lin was in a dream, and the shouts of the others seemed to drift away. It took him a while to come back to his senses.

Looking at the corpse-suppressing compass, it was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune; it was only half an inch away from being torn in two by the golden hair.

Once the compass is destroyed, how can his mortal body withstand the golden hair for even a moment?
Thinking of this, I was already soaked through.

'Boom! '

A loud bang echoed throughout the underground palace!

Before the lingering fear could even take hold, Lin Zheng looked in the direction of the sound and was overjoyed: "The situation has been reversed!"

Hei Guan'er breathed a sigh of relief, only to see Zhang Huaidan punch Jiang Fan hard in the face, his face visibly deformed.

Liu Ping's heart pounded like a sudden storm. He exhaled a long breath. The fleeting opportunity had been firmly grasped by Master Huai Dan. The danger that everyone had just suffered was worthwhile.

'This level of struggle...'

Ma Youcai felt both chilled and relieved.

The Corpse Demon wanted Huai Dan Zhenren to save people, but once Zhenren did, he would fall into the Corpse Demon's trap.

The real person saw through this, so instead of saving the person, they chose to gain the upper hand.

In this instance, the master nearly lost his life simply to cause a slight change in the situation.

Ma Youcai's eyes were unfocused, his feelings were hard to describe.

……

Jiang Fan was hit by a punch. The power of his Dharma Body was immense. He was blasted backward and crashed into the coffin made of Taiyin Jade Marrow.

With a sharp crack, the person and coffin crashed into the wall of the underground palace, leaving large cracks several meters long.

As the upright chalcedony coffin departed, it left behind a circular void. Pure, blackish-water-like yin energy flowed below, rapidly vaporizing and dissipating as yin energy.

Zhang Huaidan glanced at it thoughtfully. The scene he had seen in the cave was probably caused by the coffin made of Taiyin Jade Marrow.

It incorporated the Yin energy of the entire world, helping Jiang Fan temper his body.

However, at this moment, these small details no longer mattered. He looked at Jiang Fan, who was several feet away, and said, "You are much weaker than I imagined."

Those two strands of golden hair did cause him some trouble, but once he got rid of them and appeared directly in front of Jiang Fan, the situation immediately reversed.

The moment he made contact with Jiang Fan's punch, he felt that Jiang Fan was incredibly vulnerable.

They have both clearly attained the Dharma body.

……

"weak……"

Hearing Zhang Huaidan's words, Lin Zheng, who had almost been killed by the golden hair, felt his scalp tingle.

Liu Ping was completely bewildered and couldn't believe that one day someone would actually say that the monsters in mythology were weak.

He muttered to himself, "Even a being like a corpse demon seems weak in front of a real person..."

No one would think Zhang Huaidan was exaggerating.

The cracks on the wall.

The corpse demon, its eyes even redder and its fury ignited by that single glance, silently testified to the confidence behind Zhang Huaidan's words.

In his hazy mind, the scene of Zhang Huaidan knocking the corpse demon back with a single punch kept replaying.

What else could Liu Ping say?
All I could do was force a smile.

……

Jiang Fan leaned against the jade coffin, his eyes bloodshot, as if Zhang Huaidan's words had insulted his dignity.

However, the golden hair that had rejoined silently attacked him from behind.

Lin Zhenghei and the others wanted to warn him, but the golden hair was so fast that the thought had barely crossed Zhang Huaidan's shoulder blade before it passed through him!
The pupils of the group shrank sharply, and Lin Zheng and Liu Ping were even more horrified. Just by the word "sharp," these golden hairs possessed the power to break through anything!

Liu Yanyan's heart skipped a beat, but when she saw Jiang Fan's expressionless face, her heartbeat immediately calmed down!

Sure enough, in the next second, Zhang Huaidan's shadow vanished into thin air, leaving only an afterimage. He had already arrived in front of Jiang Fan.

The golden hair was indeed troublesome, but Jiang Fan's true form was not as strong as it, so how could he let go of such a good opportunity!

At close range, Jiang Fan's bloodshot eyes trembled slightly, a look of disbelief lingering in them.

Zhang Huaidan, however, remained expressionless.

His punches and palm strikes showed not a trace of ferocity.

The fists and palms did not display any outward power, but in Jiang Fan's eyes, they were like a mountain collapsing.

He believed it without hesitation. Even if his body had taken that punch and slap, he would definitely not feel good.

In his desperation, he disregarded everything else, and with a sudden jewel swing, he hurled the jade coffin behind him at Zhang Huaidan.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with reluctance.

This Taiyin Jade Marrow Coffin was a treasure he obtained by chance.

For over a hundred years, the treasure coffin has been used to temper the Yin energy of heaven and earth, nourishing this body in return.

It's fair to say that this precious coffin deserves 80% of the credit for his success today.

If he had a choice, he would never give up the precious coffin.

However, there's no time to worry about that now. Once injured by Zhang Huaidan's fists and palms, we'll inevitably fall into a disadvantageous position, and it's unknown how much we'll have to pay to turn things around.

With his fists and palms pressed against the coffin, Jiang Fan, who had escaped death, was heartbroken.

The treasure coffin was shattered by Zhang Huaidan, so its effectiveness was bound to be greatly reduced.

A surge of hatred welled up from the bottom of his heart. His red eyes seemed to drip blood, yet he remained terrifyingly calm.

Just as he was about to seize the opportunity to take a big bite out of Zhang Huaidan, a voice carrying a smile drifted over.

"You are indeed despicable, actually littering other people's things."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment. He saw that Zhang Huaidan's seemingly ordinary fist and palm were indeed consistent inside and out. He lightly caught the coffin and carefully placed it on the ground.

Jiang Fan's brain didn't process what he said for a moment: "What did you say?"

Zhang Huaidan frowned slightly: "I said, you've been littering my things!"

This enormous treasure, crafted from Taiyin Jade Marrow, is a testament to his unwavering dedication and the remarkable achievement of finding a perfect balance of Yin and Yang.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, just threw this treasure over without saying a word. What if it gets bumped or hurt?
Seeing that Zhang Huaidan's displeasure seemed genuine, Jiang Fan trembled violently, unsure of what to say in rebuttal, only his eyes flashing with a crimson light: "You!"

It attacked fiercely, and the two golden strands of hair followed closely behind.

Zhang Huaidan slightly opened his eyes, and the two exchanged blows, their fists and palms clashing more than ten times in a short period of time, with gusts of wind emanating from them.

Those two strands of golden hair, like willows swaying in the wind, could not touch Zhang Huaidan in the slightest.

……

The crowd in the distance was slightly stunned. Black Pipe Snack exclaimed in surprise, "Master Huai Dan, is he eyeing someone's coffin money?"

I glanced at the coffin; it truly lived up to its name as a coffin!

Lin Zheng pondered, "This coffin is obviously extraordinary. It's only natural that Master Huai Dan would take a liking to it. If we can defeat the Corpse Demon, it will naturally belong to you."

After speaking, he felt a chill. The spot where the coffin had been was now emanating wisps of yin energy, and he felt slightly uneasy.

"Isn't this stealing someone's things?"

Ma Youcai suddenly said something.

The expressions on their faces were somewhat subtle. It was one thing for a mythical monster like the Corpse Demon to be called weak, but for it to be stolen from by someone else one day was truly outrageous.

Lin Zheng scoffed, "Talented? What nonsense are you spouting!"

Ma Youcai looked completely innocent, but Lin Zheng said seriously, "As the saying goes, the treasures of heaven and earth belong to the virtuous. This coffin... this treasure, it was previously in the hands of the Corpse Demon, what's the difference between it and a bright pearl covered in dust?"

Liu Ping chimed in, "I think if this treasure had sentience, it would surely want to immediately recognize Huai Dan as its master upon seeing him!"

Black Pipe nodded seriously: "That's absolutely right. If it weren't for the real person coming here today, this treasure would have suffered for who knows how many more years."

The group's chatter nearly caused Ma Youcai's brain to shut down.

Feeling a strong gust of wind, I looked up and saw Zhang Huaidan and the corpse demon officially engaged in battle.

Ma Youcai rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Although the movements of the two were not clearly visible, it was vaguely discernible that the Corpse Demon was being suppressed and beaten by Zhang Huaidan.
Ma Youcai stared blankly, muttering to himself, "Isn't this a bit too outrageous?"

Black Pipe clicked his tongue. His eyesight was naturally better than Ma Youcai's. Even if he didn't completely dominate, it was still one-sided.

With the blink of an eye, the corpse demon could only passively defend itself, having no power to resist.

"Two patriarchs, is this what you call a corpse demon?"

Lin Zheng and Liu Ping both had doubts about life.

The Corpse Demon is a mythical monster that is terrifying just to think about, yet it is being suppressed by Zhang Huaidan all by himself.

As Lin Zheng watched the corpse demon slowly turn bruised and swollen, a sense of unreality washed over him.

Liu Yanyan muttered under her breath, "It looks like a pig's head."

The group looked at each other, wanting to laugh but also finding it utterly absurd.

The mighty Corpse Demon was actually beaten into a pig's head by a real person!
Ma Youcai shook his head: "Even the white zombie couldn't withstand a single palm strike from a real person. This corpse demon, although passively taking the hits, is already quite remarkable."

Lin Zheng felt a chill run down his spine; Ma Youcai was right.

You should know that monsters like the White Zombie can't withstand a single palm strike from a real person, and even the Demon Zombie only survived one palm strike.

In a short period of time, this corpse demon named Jiang Fan fought against the real person dozens of times. Even though he was beaten into a pig's head, he still showed no signs of defeat.

Liu Ping's expression also became serious, and Hei Guan'er's heartstrings trembled slightly.

I can't help but recall that on Mount Longhu, one of the two greatest heroes in the world, who had reached the pinnacle of physical cultivation, couldn't even withstand three moves from Master Huaidan.

This corpse demon was able to fight dozens of times in real combat without being defeated; what a terrifying existence it was!

As everyone was startled, a chill crept into their hearts, and the coldness they felt on their skin grew stronger.

……

"You... poof!"

Jiang Fan endured the blow, temporarily escaping Zhang Huaidan's relentless attacks. A sharp pain shot through his back, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Who is this old monster?!"

On his bruised and swollen face, disbelief almost streamed down his face.

Zhang Huaidan's words just now may have angered him, but it would be wishful thinking to expect him to do something irrational.

He was not a frivolous young man, but a cultivator who had spent over a hundred years walking the path to immortality.

The great principles cannot coexist. For Zhang Huaidan, a newcomer, he had a significant psychological advantage before taking action.

The golden hair forced Zhang Huaidan into a sorry state, seemingly confirming his advantage.

However, when they faced off head-on, his heart plummeted from the highest clouds.

With the golden hair having no effect, he was no match for Zhang Huaidan in his human form!

This is absolutely absurd!
According to Zhang Huaidan, he is only in his early twenties!

If someone in their early twenties embarks on the path to immortality, that's one thing.

Can you still suppress him and beat him? (End of Chapter)