Chapter 427: Chapter 402: King Ming is Martial Spirit_1
"Not good."
In the formation, countless hearts jumped into their throats.
Especially the members of the Martial Alliance, they despised their lower cultivation level, which had made them incapable of coming to help.
In such a large-scale battle, they could do nothing but watch. Anyone who dared to venture out would be turned into dust before they could even touch the aftermath.
At that moment, countless patterns appeared in the sky.
Interwoven patterns materialized into a massive chessboard.
The chessboard encompassed the seven tornadoes, as well as the Immortal Lord Bingfeng.
At the top of the chessboard, there seemed to be some sort of binding and isolating power.
The tornadoes were cut off from the outside world, unable to draw in any power and thus unable to continue growing.
Simultaneously, atop the chessboard, countless patterns intertwined, coiling towards the tornadoes like large serpents.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
The patterns made contact with the tornadoes, and the tornadoes gradually weakened.
On the edge of the chessboard, an old man with white hair appeared.
"Master, you’re finally here, hahaha, I knew you wouldn’t let me die!"
Zuo Yun’s spirits were lifted and he burst into laughter.
"You ungrateful disciple, after I’ve taught you for so many years, in the end, your old master has to risk his life."
The white-haired old man cursed angrily, yet his hands did not cease their movements. Void-wishing patterns continuously flew out from his hand.
"A Wish Pattern Formation? Hmph, your Human Clan’s wish pattern is nothing but an evolution of my Immortal Clan’s Will Power Pattern. How dares you show off your small knowledge in front of me."
Immortal Lord Bingfeng snorted coldly, and with a stamp of his four limbs, his colossal body shot towards the white-haired old man like an illusion.
In an instant, he had arrived.
His sharp claws reached for the white-haired old man.
With a squelching sound, the white-haired old man’s figure shattered.
However, there was no splatter of blood.
In the next moment, the white-haired old man’s figure appeared again on the other side of the chessboard.
"Using tricks on others may work, but I have studied the Will Power Pattern and Wish Patterns all my life, and have thoroughly understood them. The Will Power Pattern is not unique to your Immortal Clan, it has evolved from a more sophisticated form of pattern. Building on the basis of the Will Power Pattern and Wish Patterns, my achievements have long surpassed your Immortal Clan’s Will Power Pattern."
The white-haired old man said.
As he was speaking, the previous seven tornadoes had already been weakened to the point of invisibility.
"Hmph, what arrogant words."
Immortal Lord Bingfeng once again rushed towards the white-haired old man, gathering an infinite number of wind blades and swirling them towards the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man’s body was minced by the wind blades, but still there was no sign of flesh and blood.
In the next moment, the white-haired old man appeared again from another side of the chessboard.
Immortal Lord Bingfeng’s eyes were filled with unbridled killing intent, his anger burning.
He had already realized that the white-haired old man was at the Seventh Transformation of Primordial Spirit, perhaps already at its peak.
But even if he was at the peak of the Seventh Transformation, he was still not on the same level as the Eighth Turn.
He could easily crush the white-haired old man on a direct confrontation.
But this chessboard was extremely strange; whenever he attacked the old man, the old man’s true body had already moved away from that spot, making every attack miss its mark.
"I’ll kill you later."
Immortal Lord Bingfeng left a menacing promise before turning to go.
He knew the old man was merely trying to tie him up, creating a chance for Lu Yan and the others to catch their breath.
He would never fall for such a trap.
But as he tried to burst out of the chessboard, the board quickly extended forward, leaving Immortal Lord Bingfeng still within its confines.
Huh?
Immortal Lord Bingfeng grunted coldly, reducing his size while simultaneously mobilizing the Rule of Wind, elevating his speed to the extreme.
He could traverse a hundred miles with a single leap.
However, even after several leaps, he was still inside the chessboard.
It wasn’t that the chessboard was so large, but it kept moving with him, always keeping Immortal Lord Bingfeng within its boundary.
"You cannot leave my Tian Gang Chessboard. Let’s sit down and discuss the Will Power Pattern peacefully..."
The white-haired old man proposed.
"Discuss my ass!"
Immortal Lord Bingfeng burst into rage, unleashing his full power and pouncing at the old man.
But every time, he only attacked the fake bodies, not the old man’s actual body.
With Immortal Lord Bingfeng tied up, Lu Yan who was fighting Immortal Master Nanmang alone, was under a lot less pressure.
Of course, he was still no match for Immortal Master Nanmang. His attacks hardly landed on Immortal Master Nanmang, but occasionally he would be hit by Immortal Master Nanmang’s attacks, each one inflicting injuries on him.
Thankfully, his defense was robust enough. Even though he was hit, the injuries weren’t fatal. This was the only reason he was holding on.
But the battle between Lin Yan and the White Tiger Immortal Master was tightly contested and extremely intense.
However, King Ming and Chu Tianjiao were already in a perilous situation.
The fingers of the green Giant Ape rapidly elongated, turning into ten large vines.
Countless barbs sprouted from the vines, wriggling wildly.
Thump!
Chu Tianjiao was knocked flying. The two vines, like two long spears, lunged at Chu Tianjiao’s forehead, one after the other.
Chu Tianjiao put up a desperate defence, but could barely block the one in front. He had no way of blocking the one coming from behind.
Suddenly, King Ming’s figure appeared behind Chu Tianjiao. A sweep of his spear collided with that vine.
King Ming’s body shook violently and he retreated, the Rule Power from the vine rushed into him through his spear.
Even Lu Yan could not withstand the full force of the Rule Power, let alone King Ming.
He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, his body blurred and swelled as if about to explode.
"Die!"
The green Giant Ape roared, and the ten vines lunged towards the two, covering the sky and earth.
Boom!
Just then, an astonishing aura erupted from King Ming. Dense black mist diffused from his body, while his injuries were healing at a startling speed.
Simultaneously, his body started to wriggle and twist, becoming exceptionally hideous.
Atop Wu Mountain, everyone’s eyes widened, their faces displaying expressions of disbelief.
Lu Yan was also shocked when his spiritual sense scanned the situation.
Martial Spirit!
King Ming had actually chosen the path of Martial Spirit.
This seemed as unbelievable as a tall tale.
In everyone’s view, anyone in the world could possibly embark on the path of Martial Spirit, but King Ming was the least likely of all.
King Ming had always steadfastly adhered to the teachings of his ancestors, despised and loathed Martial Spirit, and had resolutely eradicated it.
No one would’ve thought that King Ming himself would become a Martial Spirit.
"No wonder, no wonder King Ming was able to break through to the Seventh Transformation of Primordial Spirit..."
A thought occurred to Lu Yan.
King Ming’s body began to squirm, on the verge of a monstrous transformation, and tentacles grew from his body.
Swish swish swish...
The tentacles stretched out, entwining with the vines of the giant green ape.
"Tianjiao, back off, I’ll hold him off."
King Ming growled lowly.
"Father..."
Chu Tianjiao wailed, his tiger eyes filled with tears.
On Wu Mountain, King Ming’s sons such as Chu Long, all clenched their fists, their fingernails piercing into the palms of their hands. Despite the blood seeping out, they held their tears back, their eyes bloodshot.
No one knew the father better than his sons.
They were acutely aware of King Ming’s character.
If it were not for the hopeless situation, King Ming would never have chosen the path of Martial Spirit.
And once King Ming embarked on the path of Martial Spirit, it meant that King Ming had a heart set on death.
He had already abandoned the thought of living on.
"The path of Martial Spirit? A cheap trick, even the purest of demons are defeated by our clan."
The giant green ape sneered, its immortal power surged, traveling along its vines towards King Ming.
Under the pressure of the immortal power, the demonic Qi on King Ming’s body quickly dissipated, and the tentacles on his body began to retract.
But at this moment, a tentacle squirmed out from King Ming’s body, brushed against the Sumi Mustard Seed Bag, and a pitch-black skull appeared, its demonic Qi soaring into the sky.
"This is... the remains of the Demon Lord..."
The giant green ape roared in shock.
King Ming’s mouth opened wide, bizarrely enormous, and swallowed the demonic Qi-filled skull.
His body kept wriggling, the demonic Qi dramatically increased, and it surged again, several times stronger than before.
Roar roar...
King Ming’s eyes turned blood red, issuing a raspy roar, his body continuously squirming and twisting, more tentacles appeared on his body, coiling towards the giant green ape.
"This skull, could it be what father obtained from the Moling Mountain range?"
Chu Tianjiao’s pupils contracted, a thought flashing through his mind.
"The Demon Lord has been dead for many years, and you want to defeat me with just a piece of his remains? Ridiculous."
The giant green ape roared.
Its arm shook, the vines turned from its ten fingers broke off, freeing it from its constraints, then both hands manipulated the Rule of Wood and pushed forward. Countless dust-sized, emerald green seeds flew towards King Ming.
As soon as these seeds touched King Ming, they sprouted roots which drilled into his body, frantically absorbing his nutrients, growing wildly.
Soon, King Ming’s body sprouted dense green grass.
Ah!
King Ming howled in pain and struggled madly, but his demonic Qi was unable to destroy these seeds.
These seeds, made from immortal power and the Rule of Wood, were designed to counteract the demonic Qi.
Unless the amount of demonic Qi exceeded the immortal power.
But King Ming’s cultivation level was only the Seventh Transformation of Primordial Spirit, even with the help of a Demon Lord’s skull, the concentration of his demonic Qi wasn’t surpassing the giant green ape’s.
If it didn’t surpass, it couldn’t suppress.
Even worse, some seeds entered his vital organs through his mouth and nose, sprouting roots within and sucking up his life force.
"Tianjiao, retreat, go further back."
King Ming transmitted a message to Chu Tianjiao, a tentacle coiled around Chu Tianjiao and flung him a hundred miles away.
He, on the other hand, charged madly towards the giant green ape.
"Suppress him."
The giant green ape pushed with both hands, releasing more seeds, and from the sky above, thirty-six wooden swords appeared and descended towards King Ming.
But King Ming didn’t care about these attacks.
His body extended dozens of tentacles that danced madly, grew rapidly, coiling around the giant green ape, his body then erupted with blinding light.
"Father..."
"King Ming..."
People like Chu Tianjiao, Chu Long, Xiang Chongyang, and others let out mournful cries.
Boom!
The next moment, King Ming’s body exploded, turning into a storm of destruction engulphing the giant green ape.
King Ming had self-destructed.
Knowing he’s no match for the giant green ape, and that dragging on would only lead to death, he chose to self-destruct without hesitation.
He hoped that with his death, he could either drag the giant green ape down with him or at least seriously wound it, to give people like Lu Yan a glimmer of hope.
"King Ming..."
Lu Yan sighed internally.
He knew, or rather, King Ming himself was well aware that since he embarked on the path of Martial Spirit, this outcome was inevitable.
In this world, the one who least should have chosen the path of Martial Spirit did so, and the end result was destined to be tragic.
Faced with the current situation, King Ming had no choice. If he wanted to enhance his strength, he could only choose the path of the Martial Spirit.
But once he embarked on the path of the Martial Spirit, he no longer desired to live, only hoping to pave a way out for the others.
