I Have A Martial Dao World-Chapter 608 - 607. Dont die too quickly

Chapter 608: 607. Don’t die too quickly. Chapter 608: 607. Don’t die too quickly. Spirit Refinement experts, when they divine travel, their strength plummets without their physical bodies, and they must have something to rely on for protection.

Some rely on the wondrous connection of the mind, some gather a massive amount of devotional power, and others temper powerful magical treasures.

But none of these compare to one’s own physical body. With a physical body, not only do one’s offensive and defensive attributes and stamina drastically increase, but one also possesses miraculous self-healing abilities, the benefits of which are too numerous to list.

At this moment, Han Zhong could never have imagined that his opponent could teleport a physical body over! And in such a familiar way:

“How do you have that demon god’s cross-dimensional technique!?”

“Life is always full of surprises, Han Zhong, let’s see how much fun your decades of effort can bring me.”

Lu Yao’s body surged with overwhelming “Indestructible Will” as his aura shot to the skies, “I feel like I’ve gotten stronger again, don’t you die too quickly.”

Touching the sword box on his back, Han Zhong’s eyes emitted a cold hue, “Don’t be too proud, it’s not yet clear who will win or lose!”

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Before his words fell, his fingers pointed in the void, and the white deer beneath him cried out towards Lu Yao.

Innumerable ice crystal-like objects appeared out of thin air, covering a space as large as a football field.

The temperature instantly dropped to more than 200 degrees below zero, freezing the air to “crack” and produce countless ice flowers, and Lu Yao’s body was also covered with white frost!

This was a spell known as “Ice Soul Cold Light,” taking advantage of this opportunity, the “Eight Great Grandmasters of Qing” also shouted and charged to surround and kill.

A look of disdain on his face, Lu Yao’s internal True Qi operated like an ocean, creating a hurricane-like whirlwind on the surface of his body.

Even metal could boil, the trivial ice turned into mist and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Following that, Lu Yao unleashed the “Dragon Subduing Palm” with one hand and the “Liao Family Fist” with the other, confronting 8 pieces of trash!

He met attack with attack, first using one palm to explode Huang Taiji’s arm, then with a punch, he sent Duo Ergun flying out, skipping on the ground four or five times like a stone, splashing a trail of blood mist.

The remaining six showed a look of fear, their feet faltering.

However, Lu Yao was now eager to fight, switching moves and unleashing the “Supreme Taiyi Thunderclap Hand” towards his enemies!

His hands clapped fiercely, and Prince Li Daisan let out a earth-shattering scream as his legs were blown away by a shotgun-like shockwave.

Subsequently, the other Grandmasters met a similar fate, reduced to dismembered limbs and rolling aside like mangled flesh after just one round of combat.

Less than 30 seconds had passed since the battle began, and the “Eight Great Grandmasters of Qing” had all been incapacitated.

In both speed and physique, Lu Yao had a crushing advantage, like a strong young man beating a 3-year-old child.

That they didn’t die with one hit, was thanks largely to the golden armors in the style of Qin Han that they wore.

Feeling the surging power within him, Lu Yao knew that he had indeed become stronger after the battle with the Primordial Ancestor of Fear.

It was not only the enlightenment from the life-and-death struggle but also the accumulation of day-to-day cultivation and the nourishment of ingenious thoughts.

But just at this moment, Han Zhong suddenly launched three “Primordial Magnetic Divine Thunders,” interrupting Lu Yao’s pleasant reverie.

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He instantly manifested the arm of divine travel, stacking layers of Indestructible Will in front of him.

In the deafening explosion, a mushroom cloud slowly rose!

Immediately afterward, Lu Yao was seen waving away the dust, appearing unharmed.

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Lu Yao’s strength was beyond imagination, and Han Zhong knew such attacks wouldn’t kill him; it was just a way to buy time.

As the Primordial Magnetic Divine Thunder exploded, the “Eight Great Grandmasters of Qing” suddenly let out a horrifying scream, desperately tearing at their gorgeous golden armors.

“Master, spare us!”

“You promised to take us to ascend to the Immortal Realm, to enjoy eternal blessings…”

The golden armors in the style of Qin Han on their bodies, like man-eating flowers, engulfed and devoured their masters, merging with their flesh and blood to become golden flesh lumps.

It turned out that Han Zhong, seeing they were useless, had played some sort of trump card.

Now, these wriggling golden flesh lumps came together again, some forming the head, others the limbs and torso, turning into a 50-meter-long “Golden Statue.”

This creature had a resemblance to Ying Zheng’s “golden statues” and must be a variation of the same spell. But it was clearly a nefarious practice.

The towering golden figure’s knees and chest began to display agonized human faces, crying out with the voices of “Eight Great Grandmasters of Qing.”

First, it rubbed its hands together, creating a dazzling “Plasma Javelin” that whistled as it was hurled.

Then, it leaped into the air, its fists radiating electric light as they smashed toward Lu Yao.

Lu Yao dodged the “Plasma Javelin” with a sidestep; the weapon was indeed capable of injuring him now.

Next, blue electric arcs danced over his body as he charged into the golden statue’s embrace, using the “Regret of the Dragon” to blast it away.

“Not bad defense either, you really use everything to its full potential,” he said.

Lu Yao shook his arm and looked toward the sullen-faced Han Zhong.

Without a word, Han Zhong turned himself into a cloud of particles and burrowed into the body of the golden figure, which visibly became more agile.

He still hadn’t touched the sword box on his back, as if saving his most powerful technique for the end.

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At this moment, atop Jun Cheng City’s walls, the hundred thousand elite soldiers of the Eight Banners and the nobility of the Qing Empire watched the fight between immortals in the distance with trepidation.

“What’s wrong with the Princes? I think I heard them screaming.”

“Does it look like the White Deer Immortal Master is at a disadvantage?”

Beyond them, in elevated positions around the area were other individuals from all walks of life; monks, Taoists, Confucians, knights… all sects and affiliations were present.

These were the high-level martial artists of this realm, among them Shi Jingyan who had once been graced by Lu Yao’s favors.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he secretly rejoiced: He had made it just in time!

While Lu Yao was delayed a bit by extracting metal pillars along the way, flying was still faster than anyone running on two legs.

At this moment, the crowd watched the center of the arena with solemn expressions. The explosive sounds were clear even from five miles away, and the gales stirred were enough to make those with insufficient skills unable to stand firm.

Such a battle was beyond the imagination of commoners; even a stray shockwave could annihilate everyone present.

Clutching the Great Lance tightly, Shi Jingyan thought: Although my power is insignificant, should the Supreme Immortal require aid, I will rush to assist, even at the cost of my life!

However, he was ultimately overthinking it…

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With a new body, Han Zhong’s combat power surged.

With one hand he threw javelins, the other executed the “Plasma Soul-Dispersion Claw,” and from his mouth, he could even emit “Ice Soul Cold Light,” truly formidable.

But Lu Yao hadn’t used his full strength just yet. While his opponent was transforming, he bestowed upon himself the Wish Power Golden Dragon Support, and a figure cloaked in dragon-shaped golden flames appeared between heaven and earth.

The “Plasma Soul-Dispersion Claw” was coming at him, but Lu Yao was not courteous in the least, stomping on the ground to create immense spiderweb-like cracks that burst forth!

He shot straight at the giant claw like a cannonball, opting for attack against attack!

The next second, a loud “clang” sounded as the golden palm was punctured with a large hole.

Lu Yao’s momentum didn’t decrease; he collided with the giant figure’s waist, bending it nearly in half!

Then, with a forceful step on the golden figure, he propelled himself upward and delivered a mighty upper hook punch to its chin.

The golden figure’s neck stretched to twice its normal length, its head almost knocked off as it fell backward onto the ground, the eight faces on its body wailing in unison.

Lu Yao stepped on the golden figure’s forehead, denting it inward, and used the force to launch himself skyward, bringing down a “Tathagata Palm: Buddha Shakes the Mountains and Rivers” from above!

Midway through the descent, a huge arm representing his heart’s intent emerged in front of him.

Even before the palm struck, the pressure forced the ground two feet down. Han Zhong, pinned like an ant under a finger, struggled vainly and couldn’t stand up.

The surrounding witnesses instinctively crouched down, covering their heads to protect themselves… the next second, deafening noise erupted, followed by a shockwave akin to a hurricane!

The people quickly clutched at nearby trees for dear life, and thanks to their considerable cultivation, they weren’t blown away.

When the dust settled, the fifty-meter-tall golden figure was seen shattered and sunken into a deep pit.