Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 596: 559 Final One

Boom!

Kong Fan, the Sea Dragon King with a massive figure, stood high above, overlooking the blood shadows rushing in front of him.

"Interesting. Just a mere group of Super Grade cultivators dares to cause trouble in my Sea Dragon territory. Truly ignorant of their own doom. Do they think all the experts of the Sea Dragon are dead!?"

In front of him, the blood shadows landed one by one, standing firmly. They were all tall and robust Daoists clad in blood-red robes.

"Infinite Celestial Venerable. The Dao is perfectly fused, possessing Divine Abilities. The Buddhist sect has greatly diminished. Grandmaster, why struggle in vain?"

The leading black Daoist smiled slightly and gave a nod. Yet the greed and desire faintly visible in his bloody eyes made everyone around involuntarily shiver in their hearts.

That kind of desire...

It’s like someone who has been starving for who knows how long suddenly sees a delicious, juicy piece of meat fall before their eyes, exuding a strong roasted aroma.

The black Daoist looked at Kong Fan, his throat moving continuously, seemingly restraining himself with great effort.

"The Human Immortal Temple... why are they always evil things." Kong Fan’s heart trembled, but he remained calm on the surface.

However, he knew in his heart that the appearance of these monsters from the Human Immortal Temple likely meant that the rumored master of evil, the Temple Lord, was not far off.

"Come!" He suddenly shouted.

But there was no response.

Kong Fan instinctively glanced back quickly.

He saw that just moments ago there were over a hundred Martial Monks, but now only a dozen or so remained. Even among those, a few were sneaking away with their backs to him.

"This is the end of the Western Sect that relies on profit to gather deserters," Ding Yu sighed from the side. "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. You rose quickly back then, and now you’re falling just as fast."

Kong Fan’s face twitched constantly.

He turned back, understanding that he alone was left to face these monsters head-on.

"Everyone... my Sea Dragon has no grudge with you all. There’s no need to fight to the death. How about this: from now on, I, Kong Fan, will leave the Western Sect and lead the entire Sea Dragon to serve the Human Immortal Temple, offering the many treasures accumulated by the Sea Dragon as a meeting gift!"

"Treasures?" Both the black Daoist and Ding Yu’s hearts stirred.

"Indeed, this is the treasure map I carry with me. Please take a look." Kong Fan took a scroll from his sleeve and tossed it forward.

"Careful! It’s a trick!" Suddenly, a little girl’s sharp scream exploded from the side.

Boom!!!

The scroll exploded in mid-air, shooting out densely packed black and purple poison needles like raindrops.

Most of the poison needles clattered to the ground and walls, with a small portion piercing through the Blood Daoists of the Human Immortal Temple who failed to dodge in time.

Ding Yu and the black Daoist also dodged, but were a bit too slow.

The speed of the poison needle explosion was too fast, so the two only managed to retreat a few meters before being caught.

Puff puff puff puff!

Both raised their hands to protect their heads, but their bodies were still pierced through completely.

The little girl who shouted the warning was the beautiful slave who was nearly eaten earlier.

At this moment, the bodies of the Blood Daoists recovered in a blink, but the little girl, also pierced by poison needles, lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.

"Kill!!" Ding Yu, seeing this, was furious, and together with the black Daoist, leaped towards Kong Fan.

But as he jumped, Kong Fan pressed down with a palm from above with one hand.

Boom!

A massive force crushed him back to the ground.

Ding Yu’s legs landed, sinking into the floor up to his knees. He involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the other side, the black Daoist and Kong Fan had already clashed like lightning.

Both were Grandmasters.

However, the black Daoist was a Bloodline Grandmaster, while Kong Fan was a God-Worshiping Grandmaster.

Both of their bodies transformed simultaneously. They had reached their ultimate form, and every move, every punch, and every kick generated a huge gust of wind, sweeping through the surrounding courtyard.

The thunderous collision sounds made Ding Yu’s ears ring as if deafened.

He stood up, concentrating his gaze only to see two blurry figures.

Immediately, he hurriedly looked in the direction of the little girl.

To his surprise, he found that someone was now standing beside the girl.

It was none other than Zhang Rongfang, who was just outside.

Zhang Rongfang gently removed his hand from the girl’s head, as if he had just done something insignificant.

But at this moment, the little girl no longer had any injuries on her body, and the poisonous bluish-purple color was rapidly fading.

She had been transformed into a Bloodline...

"Master!" Ding Yu pulled out his legs and quickly came to stand before Zhang Rongfang.

"Go and lead people to search for other members of the Sea Dragon, leave no one alive." Zhang Rongfang said gently.

"Yes!" A trace of delight rose in Ding Yu’s eyes.

He turned to look at Kong Fan and the black Daoist still engaged in battle. Immediately, he waved his arm, leading the other Blood Daoists to spread out around them.

The battle between Grandmasters was beyond him, but the others, he could still take down to avenge his brothers!

Ding Yu quickly led the others around the battlefield, heading deeper into the Jade Buddha Temple.

Zhang Rongfang and Ran Xinyue stood side by side, quietly watching the battle.

In the center of the temple courtyard, two figures, one large and one small, were clashing furiously in an extremely brutal manner.

No dodging, no evading, just direct confrontation, fist to fist, foot to foot.

The black Daoist, having activated his ultimate form, was over four meters tall, his body constantly being pounded into massive, sunken craters from which blood sprayed everywhere.

Kong Fan was similar, his massive body, once in ultimate form, reached a height of six meters, a quite rare stature.

At this moment, he resembled a giant, his arms turning into afterimages as he repeatedly hammered the black Daoist, seemingly executing a highly skilled hammer technique.

"Which of these two will win?" Ran Xinyue asked with a frown.

She didn’t know much about Bloodline Grandmasters.

"Victory or defeat depends on the end," Zhang Rongfang replied calmly. "The Martial Monk has recently become a Grandmaster, but... apart from his ultimate move, he still has Daoist techniques unused. Similarly, Sea Dragon King Kong Fan also hasn’t used his final move, Descent of the God. So... talking about winning or losing now is too early."

He also wanted to see whether the Bloodline Grandmaster or the God Worshipping Grandmaster was stronger, as both were of the same level.

This was a rather suitable test to observe.

Ran Xinyue was also a Grandmaster, but upon closer inspection at this point, didn’t feel she could discern anything. She suppressed her God Worshipping advantage, effectively cutting off an arm, losing the trump card of the final Descent of the God.

So in a real fight, she might not be able to best either of the two present.

"Are we just going to watch the fight, not settling it quickly?" she asked again.

"The Sea Dragon has already been forsaken. No one will come," Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

Bam!!!

At this moment, changes started occurring on the battlefield again.

The Martial Monk was clearly unable to hold on. His whole body repeatedly cracked, blood spurting out, though the blood tried to flow back, drilling into the wounds, it was still too slow.

Retreating step by step, leaving bloody footprints one after another, he finally couldn’t hold on anymore and roared loudly.

"Impressive skill! Let me show you, the Daoist’s Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown!!!"

Suddenly, the Martial Monk’s entire body rapidly expanded and enlarged, a blood lotus on his back quickly spreading, its patterns covering his whole body.

Originally four meters tall, he instantly broke through to nearly five meters, almost matching Kong Fan.

With a swish, the Martial Monk’s body technique and strength visibly strengthened further.

In a clash between experts, even a slight increase could decide the outcome, not to mention such a direct boost of at least thirty percent in speed and power.

"Immortal Technique: Shadow Rainbow!!"

In an instant, a burst of blood light surged forth from the Martial Monk’s embrace, striking all over Kong Fan.

Continuous sizzling sounds echoed, Kong Fan roared angrily, using several moves in succession, yet was unable to resist, repeatedly struck by the Shadow Rainbow.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, his eyes silently turning completely silver-white.

Boom!!!

A terrifyingly powerful pressure instantly descended over the surroundings, covering a radius of dozens of meters, completely enveloping half of the Jade Buddha Temple.

Within the pressure, there was a strong scent of sea water, faintly audible were sounds of crashing waves, mixed with the roar of some unknown giant beast.

It was as if it were a dragon!

On a level invisible to ordinary people.

As Zhang Rongfang gazed intently, he clearly saw a vast illusion of deep blue seawater behind Kong Fan.

In the center of the seawater, a pitch-black dragon silhouette slithered and swam, letting out a fierce roar toward the Martial Monk.

"The Sea Dragon God has arrived," he whispered.

Ran Xinyue nodded slightly, although her cultivation in literature and Daoist techniques wasn’t stronger than Zhang Rongfang’s, she could also vaguely see the blue seawater illusion.

"Can the Martial Monk still continue?" she asked with a frown.

"I don’t know," Zhang Rongfang shook his head.

Before he finished speaking.

On the field, Kong Fan’s body sprouted blue-scaled patterns, his huge frame moving with unimaginable agility, darting toward the Martial Monk like a swimming fish.

Poof!!

He landed a direct hit on the Martial Monk’s chest, thoroughly piercing through it.

A great explosive sound reverberated between the two, swelling into a ring of white vapor slowly enlarging.

"The Martial Monk is suppressed, unable to move," Zhang Rongfang furrowed his eyebrows slightly, noticing the issue.

Although the Martial Monk tried his ultimate move, his spiritual will was suppressed by the divine pressure, making any movement feel like being stuck in a swamp, resulting in easily being struck in the vital spot.

"After the Descent of the God, indeed, the suppression on spiritual will is very strong," Ran Xinyue explained with a nod. "I used to experience the same when descending the god. Any opponent whose will isn’t up to par becomes completely rigid, unable to move. Worse cases may even suffer shattered courage and severe self-inflicted damage."

Zhang Rongfang stayed silent.

He recalled his own past, the first time he confronted a Descent of the God Grandmaster, he didn’t notice such a situation.

When the opponent descended the god, it was just a quick boost in speed and strength, making things difficult, but otherwise, there was no other problem.

There’s hardly any talk of pressure or suppression.

But now... it seems different.

Others seem to face suppression terribly when encountering Grandmaster’s Descent of the God.

Zhang Rongfang felt a thread of doubt arise in his mind. Why, when he initially encountered the Descent of the God, did he not feel anything?

Was it because the opponent lacked divine and Buddhist pressure?

"Does every Descent of the God carry divine and Buddhist pressure?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes," Ran Xinyue nodded in surprise.

"No exceptions?"

"None, only the question of strength," Ran Xinyue replied.

Zhang Rongfang was lost in thought.

’This suggests that when I first encountered the Descent of the God, perhaps someone helped to negate the pressure... the Blood God maybe?’

No, that wasn’t right.

Suddenly, he remembered, the first time he encountered a Descent of the God should have been against Kong Fan.

But Kong Fan, swayed by Zhang Rongfang’s Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown blood lotus, ended self-exploding and died, seemingly taken over by divine forces.

Therefore, whether that state counts as Descent of the God remains unknown.