256: Chapter 139: A Spear Stirs the Wind and Clouds, A Knife Slices the Ends of the Earth_1 256: Chapter 139: A Spear Stirs the Wind and Clouds, A Knife Slices the Ends of the Earth_1 Xiang Ziyu’s body burst forth with endless mana, pouring into the long spear.
Bathed in sunlight, the spear tip glittered with a cold light, the thick mana pulsating unstably.
The next moment, the spear thrust upward sharply, a cold light flashing past, like a meteor streaking across the sky.
The air around the spearshaft whirled madly under this thrust, forming an air vortex that encircled the shaft and swept towards Wu Ming.
Golden light blazed around Wu Ming, not showing the slightest intention to counter or defend.
His stick continued to smash towards Xiang Ziyu’s head.
Trying to trade wound for wound with me?
You’d have to break through my defense first!
After all, I am a being of Inner Dan Great Perfection!
His Chaotic Army Breaking Stick, carrying an endless force, thundered down, and the whole world seemed to shake.
This strike, as if it could shatter the heavens themselves.
In just the span of a breath, a strike powerful enough to topple mountains and destroy ranges heavily smashed down upon Xiang Ziyu.
In an instant, two beams of light, one black and one white, suddenly shone from Xiang Ziyu’s body.
Atop the beams, bizarre characters that were unreadable flickered.
The two beams of light encircled his body, completely enveloping him.
The stick, which seemed capable of destroying anything, struck the beams, causing them to violently tremble.
The next moment, the two beams shattered abruptly.
The stick pounded against Xiang Ziyu’s shoulder.
At the same time, Xiang Ziyu’s spear also pierced Wu Ming.
Instantly, a sound like the earth splitting thundered out.
The golden Protective Divine Power on Wu Ming’s body trembled wildly, as if the spear had encountered an impenetrable golden wall, unable to advance even a fraction further.
Suddenly, a black and white phantom Xu Ying shot out from behind Xiang Ziyu, landing on the tip of the spear.
The next moment, the golden Protective Divine Power violently cracked open, the spear plunging deep inside, and Wu Ming felt two utterly different yet exceedingly pure auras pouring into his body from the spear tip, wreaking havoc within.
“Pff…”
Wu Ming spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, his body flying backward in retreat, his gaze shocked as he looked towards his opponent—his defense had actually been broken by a single spear thrust.
How could a person with only a single core formation break through his defenses?
What exactly were those black and white auras?
Why did he feel the purest magic power from those auras, but also sensed the most genuine force of the Immortal Dao?
How could two such completely different forces be melded together?
No, that’s not right!
How does that boy look unscathed?
My own blow, not to mention a mere Core Formation level individual—it would’ve been impossible even for myself to withstand such power.
And yet, this boy managed to block it with his flesh?
Above, countless onlookers who were watching the battle all widened their eyes in astonishment.
“Did he completely block that strike with his Protective Divine Power and physical body?”
“That strike, even standing on a mountain, I could feel its terror, and he just blocked it like that?”
“What Divine Power is that?”
At the highest point of Immortal Gathering Peak, Sect Leader Bai Fengzi watched the black and white light that recovered quickly after shattering, and surprise flickered in his eyes.
This Protective Divine Power, this physical strength, it had already reached the limit of the Core Formation Stage, and even seemed to slightly exceed that level.
Yet, Xiang Ziyu has only a single core formation.
What if Xiang Ziyu had nine core formations instead?
Her gaze involuntarily shifted to Cao Zhen, those were the Divine Skills of your previous life, weren’t they?
Just how high had you reached in your previous life, to be able to pass on such Divine Skills to your disciple so casually.
Xiang Ziyu, looking at his shoulder where his clothes were shattered, revealed an excited gleam in his eyes, “Breaking through my Protective Divine Power is quite interesting.
But it’s far from enough.
Come on, perform the Yaksha Transformation.”
“You’re not worthy yet,” retorted Wu Ming, clutching his wounded side, not charging forward as before, but instead waving his hands to form series of Buddhist seals.
“Prajna Paramita…
True Void Giant Handprint!”
“So you want to compete in Divine Skills?” Xiang Ziyu burst into laughter, and suddenly, his hands began to move at high speed.
Instantly, thunder, flames, Heavy Water, fierce winds…
various Divine Skills continuously pummeled down towards Wu Ming from the sky.
Each Divine Skill was different, each delivering terrifying power.
All around, the countless spectators were completely dumbfounded.
“What’s going on here?”
“What are all these Divine Skills?”
“How does he have so many Divine Skills?”
“That’s got to be fifteen, twenty Divine Skills already, right?”
“Where does he find the time to cultivate so many Divine Skills?
And moreover, each one is so profoundly mastered!”
“The key question is, why have I never seen any of these before?”
“That Divine Skill, this Divine Skill, why do they look so familiar?
Some of them resemble the Water of Cang Lang from our Cang Lan Peak that’s been lost?”
“No, that’s different from the Water of Cang Lang.
The records in our sect indicate that the Water of Cang Lang surges forth, each wave higher than the last, but his Divine Skill is a rotating burst.”
Wu Ming, facing these constantly falling Divine Skills, could only continue to defend, steadily retreating.
With his rich combat experience, having sparred with many disciples within the Hundred Peaks Sect, he had seen most of their Divine Skills and knew how to deal with them.