Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 368 Zhao Zhen's Three Corpses

The Corpse of Greed, located above Zhao Zhen's head, transformed into a ferocious, pitch-black dragon!
Its eyes were crimson, filled with a greedy desire for endless power, eternal life, and control over everything. It coiled and coiled, its enormous head roaring silently at Zhao Zhen, and the space itself seemed to distort because of its greed.

The Corpse of Wrath is located to Zhao Zhen's left; it is a giant, jet-black spear!

The spear exudes a violent aura that can destroy everything. Wherever the spear tip points, the air whistles as if it wants to pierce and crush all obstacles, all enemies, and even the whole world!
This is pure, unadulterated destruction!

The corpse of delusion on the right is a blurry human figure that seems to contain countless faces and countless obsessions!

It sometimes resembles Zhao Zhen himself, and sometimes it resembles deceased friends, such as the Great Immortal Zuo Ruotong, the Old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing, and the Golden Light Master Duan Chuan.

At times, it transforms into a cloud of black mist, like an abstract concept, ever-changing, exuding an obsessive and bewildering charm that captivates the mind and makes it difficult to escape.

As soon as these three forcibly materialized "corpses" appeared, they pounced on their host, Zhao Zhen, with overwhelming malice and instinct!

They want to devour his mind, take over his body, and drag him into an endless abyss of darkness!

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire forest, far exceeding the effect of Ding Jun's attack!

Lu Ci and the others were forced to retreat by the immense and malevolent energy originating from Zhao Zhen himself, their faces turning pale and their eyes filled with extreme horror.

They never imagined that a person's "three corpses" could be so powerful and concrete!

These are like three demons crawling out of hell!
"Chairman Zhao!"

Lu Ci cried out in alarm, trying to step forward, but was firmly blocked by the violent negative energy field and could not get close at all.

Ding Jun's face showed a complex expression that mixed astonishment, ecstasy, and a hint of schadenfreude.

He succeeded! He successfully used the corpse poison to draw out the deepest demonic thoughts in the heart of the Golden Thunder Lord!
He had never seen such a terrifying manifestation of the Three Corpses, which was even beyond his understanding of the Three Corpses!

At this moment, while still in shock, Ding Jun was also inwardly laughing wildly.

"Hahaha! Zhao Zhen! You're too arrogant! No matter how powerful your cultivation is, being backfired by your own powerful Three Corpses will either kill you or drive you insane! Let's see how you handle this!"

However, just as Ding Jun thought Zhao Zhen was about to be torn apart and devoured by his own three corpses...

The next instant, Zhao Zhen, who was entangled by the greedy black dragon, locked by the angry blood spear, and attacked by the delusional humanoid, slowly raised his eyelids.

In those deep eyes, there was no expected chaos, confusion, or pain, only an absolute clarity that penetrated all illusions and saw the essence!

Like a deity high above the heavens, looking down upon the restless mortal world and its sins.

"Humph!"

A soft hum resounded like thunder deep within the souls of Ding Jun, Lü Ci, and the others!

From Zhao Zhen's body, an incomparably vast and extremely pure true qi suddenly erupted.

That immense true energy was not released outwards to protect his body, but rather, like billions of fine silver needles, it instantly and precisely pierced his own materialized three corpses from the inside out!
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There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a faint sound like ice and snow melting.

The ferocious, roaring, greedy black dragon was pierced by countless silver needles. Its massive body crumbled like a punctured bubble, its black "dragon scales" disintegrating inch by inch, and its greedy crimson dragon eyes quickly dimmed and disappeared.

The raging, blood-red spear, radiating an aura of utter destruction, was pierced by countless silver needles. The viscous blood mist evaporated and dissipated violently, as if encountering its nemesis. In an instant, the massive spearhead was covered in fine cracks, and finally, with a crash, it shattered into countless scattered blood-red specks of light. The destructive, violent aura was completely purified and annihilated!
In the end, the Three Corpses were reduced to that ever-changing, deluded, and confused human form.

Seeing Zhao Zhen so easily eliminate the other two corpses, countless distorted faces emitted silent shrieks as they struggled to merge and escape.

But all of this was in vain. The inevitable end was that it was mercilessly pinned to the spot by countless silver needles, eventually dissipating slowly like dust, leaving only a sigh of resentment before returning to nothingness.

The whole process was so fast it was breathtaking!

From the moment the three corpses materialized and attacked, to Zhao Zhen completely annihilating them from the inside out with his natal true lightning, it all happened in the blink of an eye!
One second it was a terrifying scene of three corpses manifesting, demonic flames raging, and the end of the world.

The next second, the wind subsided, the clouds dispersed, and all was silent.

All the tangible negative energy and terrifying phantoms vanished without a trace.

For a moment, only wisps of black smoke remained in the forest, along with an overwhelming sense of awe and deathly silence.

Zhao Zhen remained standing in the same spot, her clothes not even slightly disheveled.

He slowly withdrew his hand, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust from his sleeve.

His aura did not become tainted or chaotic because the Three Corpses were drawn out; on the contrary, it appeared even purer, deeper, and more restrained, faintly radiating a perfect, flawless, and invulnerable Daoist brilliance.

"No... Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

Ding Jun collapsed to the ground as if his spine had been removed, his eyes glazed over as he muttered to himself, his face filled with terror and despair at the collapse of his worldview.

Such a powerful Three Corpses technique was unheard of, yet in front of Zhao Zhen, it was as vulnerable as a child's trick!
Not only was the other party not harmed, but they also forcibly "purified" their own three corpses in a way that he could neither understand nor imagine?!

This was completely beyond his understanding of spiritual practice!
Lu Ci and the other employees of Na Du Tong were dumbfounded, their minds blank.

They witnessed firsthand how Zhao Zhen effortlessly erased his most primal "sins" in an almost miraculous way!
This shock was even greater than the earth-shattering thunder Zhang Zhiwei had just witnessed!
Zhao Zhen's calm gaze swept over the limp Ding Jun, her eyes as indifferent as if she were looking at a roadside stone.

He slowly extended his palm, and after glancing at his palm, Zhao Zhen's brows furrowed slightly.

"Ding Jun, you can leave now."

Upon hearing that voice, Ding Jun was still immersed in the shock he had just experienced, and it wasn't until much later that he snapped out of his daze and hurriedly scrambled away from Zhao Zhen's sight.

"Chairman Zhao, letting Ding Jun go now is like releasing a tiger back into the mountains; it could lead to endless trouble..."

Lu Ci stepped forward with some concern and spoke.

"Ok, I know."

Zhao Zhen nodded, then snapped his fingers lightly.

The next instant, a dark figure silently passed by the crowd and chased after Ding Jun in the direction he had fled.

(End of this chapter)