The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

But if this drags on, it will become a protracted war.

He took a deep breath, tensing the muscles in his right arm to their limit:

"Let's stake our martial arts dignity and settle this with a single move!"

Huang Liang's expression was solemn, and he clasped his hands together, saying, "That's exactly what I meant!"

He clasped his hands together, and the character "空" (empty) on his palms lit up again, as the destructive power of heaven and earth once more converged into his palms.

This time he held nothing back, pouring all his remaining magical power into it.

Two jet-black orbs of light spun, compressed, and merged between his palms, emanating an aura more terrifying than ever before.

Seeing that Huang Liang was also beginning to gather his strength, Xia Chuan was overjoyed.

They've taken the bait!

[Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals]

Huang Liang felt as if a pair of invisible hands reached out from the void, not grabbing his body, but directly seizing his soul.

The large hand was cold, tyrannical, and irresistible. Its five fingers tightened, gripping the lifeline of his primordial spirit, and pulled it outward with a sudden force.

Huang Liang's consciousness went haywire, his body stiffened on the spot, and the character "empty" in his palm almost went out of control.

He desperately tried to stabilize his primordial spirit, but the binding force came wave after wave, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

At the same time, a fist crackling with black lightning filled his entire field of vision.

"Black Flash!"

A powerful punch landed squarely on his face.

"Click"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

Huang Liang's face looked like a clay sculpture that had been hit by a hammer, with a large dent in it.

Black blood gushed from the shattered bones, splattering onto Xia Chuan's fist and making a hissing, corrosive sound.

Huang Liang was furious and was about to get up and fight back.

but

The cooldown of [Spirit Binding] has been refreshed by the Black Flash just now.

An invisible hand reached out again and seized Huang Liang's soul once more.

"Binding spirits and dispatching generals!"

Huang Liang's eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils filled with utter astonishment: "How is this possible?!"

Another heavy punch landed.

Black lightning flashed.

The Reincarnation Dominance skill amplifies all skills by 100%.

The probability of Black Flash has reached 40% after being strengthened by [Lord of the Underworld].

In other words, they are in the cycle of reincarnation.

The probability of getting a black flash now is 80%!

"Black Flash!"

Second shot.

A fist slammed into his chest, breaking his ribs, caved in his chest cavity, and black blood gushed from his mouth.

Huang Liang was furious. He forced himself to raise his right hand, and the character "空" (empty) lit up on his palm, trying to deflect the attack.

Don't get too cocky!!!

next moment.

"Binding spirits and dispatching generals!"

In Huang Liang's eyes, which were filled with rage and fury.

An invisible hand once again grasped his soul, and the newly formed "emptiness" character dissipated.

"Black Flash!"

The third black flash.

It hit his left shoulder, shattering his shoulder blade, and his entire left arm hung limply at his sides.

Huang Liang suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and his vision went black.

His consciousness was beginning to fade.

next moment.

"Binding spirits and dispatching generals!"

The fourth shot.

"Black Flash!"

The fourth black flash struck his right leg, breaking his knee in the opposite direction, and he fell to his knees in mid-air.

Huang Liang's consciousness completely blurred.

The black mist in his vision shattered, and the burly figure split into several parts before merging back together. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only black blood welled up in his throat.

Then, he heard one last roar.

"Summoning spirits and dispatching generals!!!"

The familiar, invisible hand once again seized his soul.

This time he was too weak to resist, and he couldn't even muster the thought of struggling.

The large hand slowly pulled his soul out of his broken body, the cold touch permeating his consciousness.

[Subdued the powerful magical corpse, lottery points +4000]

The system notification appeared on Xia Chuan's retina.

He withdrew his fist, stood in the black mist, and gasped for breath.

After four consecutive black flashes and five uses of Spirit Binding, even he felt a bit tired.

Huang Liang's body collapsed in the void, his ashen face still frozen with the shock, anger, and resentment of that final moment.

Xia Chuan looked down at the primordial spirit curled up in his palm and sighed repeatedly.

"What a thrilling battle!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Liang's soul struggled for a moment.

Ultimately, it all faded into silence.

Chapter 68 My Lord is Coming

The surrounding space seemed to have been twisted and folded from the middle.

Then a door appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

A handsome man stepped forward first.

Behind him was a man with heterochromatic eyes, tall and slender, whose face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Hai Shan.

It was none other than Li Changqing, the current sect leader, and Hai Zhengfeng, the supreme ruler of Penglai.

As soon as the two landed, they saw Wu Yuanzhen sitting cross-legged on the yellow earth not far away.

Wu Yuanzhen leaned against a rock about half a person's height, with his hands resting on his knees.

The palm was covered in festering sores, with red and black scabs intertwined with fresh, tender flesh, a horrifying sight.

The illusory image of the hunting god had been withdrawn, but a faint mist still lingered around him, as if he had not yet fully withdrawn from the battle.

Li Changqing hurriedly stepped forward and patted Wu Yuanzhen on the shoulder:

"Old Wu, are you alright?"

Wu Yuanzhen waved his hand, his tone relaxed:

"It's nothing serious. It's just that I used up a lot of mana."

He glanced down at his almost rotting palms and his lips twitched. "My hands hurt a little too."

As he frequently clashed palms with Huang Liang, he inevitably became tainted by the destructive power flowing between Huang Liang's hands.

The thing seemed alive; it burrowed into the flesh and wouldn't come out.

His physical body recovered over half a day, but only the surface wounds healed; the deeper erosion remained.

Hai Zhengfeng walked over, placed his hand on Wu Yuanzhen's wrist, and probed it with his magic power, carefully examining it.

After confirming that there were no hidden injuries, he took out a light blue pill from his sleeve and handed it over.

Wu Yuanzhen didn't stand on ceremony. He took it, popped it into his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it.

"What brings you two here?"

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Li Changqing and Hai Zhengfeng.

Li Changqing crossed his arms, his tone slightly teasing:

“My disciples received news that you have been abducted by Nirvana.”

Wu Yuanzhen's eyes widened, and his voice rose several octaves:

"I was using myself to lure the enemy!"

Li Changqing scoffed disdainfully, his gaze falling on Wu Yuanzhen's blood-red palms, and he gestured with his lip:

"And then the trap turned out like this?"

Wu Yuanzhen blushed, his lips moved as if he wanted to refute, but after looking at his hands, he swallowed his words.

He sighed, his voice lowering slightly: