Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

Inside the mine.

Old Master Ren has already closed in on Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes.

Just then.

Lin Chen, who was standing still, opened his eyes.

A powerful aura emanated from him, diluting the extremely yin energy in the underground cavern.

Lin Chen's body began to undergo astonishing changes, and his originally well-proportioned muscles rapidly expanded.

His blue Taoist robe was torn into strips and hung on his body.

Lin Chen grew half a foot taller, his muscles bulged, veins stood out, and his pupils turned pure gold. A suffocating sense of oppression swept across the entire arena.

Uncle Nine's hand holding the ink line froze in mid-air, and Master Four Eyes even forgot to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. The two of them stared at Lin Chen, who had miraculously transformed himself.

"This...this is a summoning spell?"

Uncle Nine had seen the art of summoning spirits, and Master Four Eyes had used it countless times.

I've never seen a divine summoning technique that can transform the body like this. This isn't summoning a god; it's practically summoning an ancient ferocious beast to descend to earth!

Hercules' divine sense had completely taken over Lin Chen's body; he moved his neck, and the bones cracked.

He looked down at his fist, seemingly quite satisfied with the strength of this physical body.

Old Master Ren felt threatened.

Its scarlet eyes stared at the human whose size had suddenly increased, its instincts alerting it to danger.

With a roar, Old Master Ren brandished his ten long fingernails and lunged at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen, possessed by the spirit of Hercules, smiled slightly.

"Little zombie, your shell's pretty hard, huh?"

Just now, Lin Chen would have definitely avoided its sharp edge; now, the Hercules General is in control of his body.

He stretched out his two large hands and slapped it directly upwards.

Two snapping sounds.

He slapped Old Master Ren twice across the face, sending him spinning three times before flying backward.

Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes were stunned by what they saw.

"Four Eyes, what exactly have you been teaching your disciple?"

Master Four Eyes stammered in response.

"I taught him how to draw talismans and chant incantations."

"Who knows how he developed this kind of behavior? Is this even a Taoist priest anymore?"

Old Master Ren opened his mouth and sprayed black corpse poison at Lin Chen's face.

Lin Chen frowned in disdain.

"It stinks!"

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and then exhaled.

A sudden gust of wind arose out of nowhere, blowing the black corpse poison back and smearing it all over Old Master Ren's face.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen raised his right hand and delivered another powerful slap across the face.

"Snapped!"

Old Master Ren's head was knocked to one side, and several fangs mixed with black blood flew out of his mouth and fell to the ground.

Grandpa Ren was stunned by the beating; he had never suffered such humiliation since he was born.

Lin Chen didn't give it a chance to react.

With his left hand, he grabbed Old Master Ren's shirt by the chest, and with his right hand, he grabbed his belt, his arm muscles bulging.

"Get out of here!"

He lifted the armored corpse, weighing several hundred pounds, over his head and then slammed it to the ground.

The ground shook, and a large crater was smashed into the hard ground.

The bronze leather armor on Old Master Ren's back was dented badly by the impact.

This is not over yet.

Lin Chen grabbed one of Old Master Ren's legs and swung it around.

"Bang!"

It crashed into the rock face on the left, causing a large section of the rock face to collapse.

"Bang!"

It crashed into the rock face on the right.

The entire underground cave was shaking, and stalactites from the ceiling were falling down with a crash.

Uncle Nine and Master Four Eyes quickly found a corner to hide from the falling rocks.

"This isn't cultivation, it's practically a humanoid beast!"

Master Simu shouted while protecting his head.

Uncle Nine looked at the armored corpses flying all over the place, feeling a mix of emotions.

He had diligently practiced Taoist arts for decades, mastering everything from drawing talismans and chanting incantations to setting up formations, but in the end, he was no match for someone who simply went up and punched him.

Lin Chen used Old Master Ren as a meteor hammer, smashing him repeatedly in the cave more than a dozen times until Old Master Ren's bronze leather armor was covered in cracks and black blood flowed all over the ground before he stopped.

At this point, Old Master Ren was in a terrible state; one of his arms was broken, and all his fangs had fallen out.

It lay convulsing in the pit, too weak to even get up, and a hint of fear flickered in its scarlet eyes.

Yes, it's fear.

This monster, which felt no pain, was terrified of being beaten.

Lin Chen walked to the edge of the pit and looked down at Old Master Ren.

"The tortoise shell is broken, let's see what you'll use to withstand this."

Hercules' possession has a time limit.

Sixty seconds had passed, and more than half of it had already gone by. The armored corpse had to be dealt with before the divine sense could be withdrawn.

Lin Chen turned his head and looked at the lightning-struck wooden sword that had fallen not far away.

By making hand gestures, one can retrieve objects from a distance.

The lightning-struck wooden sword flew into my hand. Once in my grasp, the sword felt incredibly light.

"This thing is too light, it doesn't feel right in my hand."

Hercules complained through Lin Chen's mouth.

He mobilized the remaining divine power within his body and poured it all into the lightning-struck wooden sword.

The lightning-struck wooden sword, which had originally only emitted blue electric sparks, suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire cavern with its lightning.

Several tiny lightning cracks appeared on the surface of the wooden sword; even the century-old lightning-struck wood could barely withstand the force.

Grandpa Ren sensed a deadly threat and desperately tried to move his body, attempting to climb into the black pool.

He can recover from his injuries as long as he returns to a place of extreme yin.

"Trying to run away?"

Lin Chen strode forward and stepped on Old Master Ren's back, the immense force pressing the armored corpse to the ground, rendering it unable to move.

Lin Chen gripped the lightning-struck wooden sword with both hands in reverse.

The tip of the sword was aimed at Old Master Ren's back.

"break!"

Lin Chen exerted force with both hands.

The lightning-struck wooden sword, imbued with the righteous energy of heavenly lightning and the violent power of divine force, plunged down fiercely.

The blade pierced the armored corpse without any resistance, going all the way down until it went straight through the heart.

The moment the needle pierced his heart, Old Master Ren convulsed violently, then stopped moving completely, and his scarlet eyes quickly dimmed.

Followed by.

The righteous energy of heavenly thunder and the divine power of the mighty general erupted within the armored corpse.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar echoed from the depths of the mine, followed by a blinding burst of lightning shooting into the sky.

Old Master Ren's massive body exploded from the inside out, with rotten flesh, bronze leather armor, and black blood flying everywhere. Before they even hit the ground, they were burned to ashes by the raging lightning and fire.

A generation of armored zombies.

He wasn't even left with a complete corpse; he was thoroughly and completely exorcised through physical exorcism.

A massive blast of air swept outwards, scattering most of the foul-smelling liquid from the black pool in the center of the altar, which splashed onto the rock walls.

After the commotion subsided.

Complete silence returned to the underground cavern.

"call……"

Lin Chen let out a long breath.

Just then, the rugged, deep voice of Hercules echoed in my mind.

"It felt so good to smash that hard shell!"

"Brother, don't forget the roast suckling pig and good wine you promised me! Make sure you remember! If you're short even a ounce of wine, I'll hold you responsible!"

"Let's go, let's go back and catch up on some sleep."

The divine sense quickly retreated.

Lin Chen's muscles, which had been swollen to an exaggerated size, deflated like a punctured balloon, returning to their normal shape.

His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his bones aching all over.

Hercules' strength was simply too great. Even though his physical body far surpassed that of ordinary people, his body still couldn't quite handle this kind of overloaded technique.

When Master Si Mu saw Lin Chen fall to the ground, he quickly threw away his dull bronze greatsword, rushed over in three steps, and grabbed Lin Chen's shoulder.

"Disciple, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Let your master take a look!"

Master Four Eyes nervously looked Lin Chen up and down, fearing that his precious disciple might be missing an arm or a leg.

Lin Chen caught his breath and forced a slightly pale smile.

"It's nothing, Master. I'm just exhausted. I'll be fine after a rest."

At this moment, Uncle Nine also came over carrying half a peach wood sword.

He glanced at the black ash scattered all over the ground, then at Lin Chen, who was weak but unharmed, his face filled with complex emotions.

There was shock, envy, and even a barely concealed jealousy.

"Lin Chen, what you just used..."

Uncle Nine hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

"That is indeed a method of invoking deities, but which deity is being invoked?"

"In the scriptures passed down by the patriarchs of Maoshan, I have never heard of anyone who specializes in physical strength."