Chapter 307: Chapter 303: The Celestial King’s Terrifying Power
The Corpse Ghost Daoist let out a long howl, his battle intent flaring even more intensely than before.
He had been resurrected from a corpse, and while he’d heard of Golden Cicada, his reverence for him was nowhere near as profound as that of others.
After all, Golden Cicada was a figure from a thousand years ago. By the time the Daoist was resurrected, Golden Cicada had long since fallen. Thus, he had never personally experienced the era of Golden Cicada’s reign.
’In his eyes, no matter how strong Golden Cicada was, he was ultimately just a remnant soul.’
’As a Heaven-Reaching Realm expert, why should I fear a remnant soul? Besides, it’s not like I don’t have a few trump cards of my own!’
The Corpse Ghost Daoist’s eyes turned crazed. "I happen to have a Secret Technique. If I can capture your remnant soul, I’m certain I can wring a great many secrets out of you."
The Martial Techniques mastered by a single Celestial King were enough to drive anyone mad with greed. It was an unimaginably vast treasure trove.
The Corpse Ghost Daoist had already changed his mind. At first, he wanted to kill Golden Cicada, but now he wanted to capture him alive and obtain all his secrets.
He even harbored a greater ambition: perhaps he could learn from Golden Cicada why the Enlightenment Tree had vanished, and in doing so, find the Holy Tree itself.
The Holy Tree was a paramount secret!
"That Corpse Ghost Daoist is truly despicable."
"I hope Senior Golden Cicada wins."
At this moment, a great many Martial Artists were already siding with Golden Cicada.
Golden Cicada was a legendary figure in their Six Eastern Provinces, one who had once brought immense glory to their home. The Corpse Ghost Daoist, on the other hand, was more like a malignant tumor. The Evil Spirit Sect he founded was brutal and domineering, acting with impunity. Countless people wished for his death.
They were simply too afraid to voice their anger.
"A pack of ants. It seems that after I’ve dealt with Golden Cicada, I’ll have to take care of you all as well." The Corpse Ghost Daoist’s face turned cold, his gaze sweeping across the crowd of Martial Artists.
The color drained from the onlookers’ faces, and they involuntarily retreated. Some with weaker Cultivations even coughed up mouthfuls of blood under his gaze, nearly fainting on the spot.
"Golden Cicada, die! Yin Yang Ghost Realm!"
The Corpse Ghost Daoist let out a long howl. This was his strongest Martial Technique. A single move could split heaven and earth into two realms of yin and yang, partitioning the very void.
With him at the center, the area in a hundred-mile radius instantly blurred. Black and white light swirled, and from within, ghastly apparitions materialized one after another, pouncing toward Golden Cicada.
’He doesn’t know his own limits.’
Ning Jiang watched in silence. ’The Corpse Ghost Daoist is ultimately too shortsighted. He has never truly witnessed the Power of a Celestial King.’
’Otherwise, he would be fleeing for his life right now, not trying to subjugate Golden Cicada.’
’The ignorant are indeed fearless.’
"I said, it is time for this to end."
RUMBLE!
Golden Cicada’s voice was calm. Behind him, the Enlightenment Tree quivered gently, and streams of golden light descended. Each stream was powerful enough to annihilate an Earth Martial Realm expert.
BANG!
The Yin Yang Ghost Realm suffered a devastating blow. It shuddered violently as cracks began to spread across its surface, visible to the naked eye.
"What?"
The Corpse Ghost Daoist’s eyes went wide in disbelief. He was so shocked because he knew the true power of his technique.
This was an Ancient Martial Technique he had obtained by a stroke of fortune. Once, a Heaven-Reaching Realm expert had stormed the Evil Spirit Sect, and he had used this very technique, the Yin Yang Ghost Realm, to severely injure the man in a single blow.
And at the time, he had used less than half of his full power.
’But now I’m using my full strength, and I can’t even withstand Golden Cicada’s attack?’
"So this is a Celestial King Level expert! Even as a mere remnant soul, he’s not someone a Heaven-Reaching Realm expert can provoke!"
"After Senior Golden Cicada fell, only four Celestial Kings remained in the world. Each one is a Sovereign of their domain, with many King Level experts serving them loyally. In the face of such a being, what is the Corpse Ghost Daoist?"
"The Corpse Ghost Daoist challenging a Celestial King... He’s truly overestimating his own strength. How ridiculous."
The crowd mocked him without restraint.
Streaks of golden light continued to fall, eventually becoming a deluge that blotted out the sky, surging forward like a vast, boundless ocean.
"No! I refuse to accept this!"
The Corpse Ghost Daoist roared in fury, resisting the power with all his might. He unleashed countless Martial Techniques and brought out one life-saving Defensive Treasure after another.
But in the face of this power, all his efforts were futile, pathetically fragile.
CRACK! CRACK!
In the span of just a few breaths, over a dozen precious Magical Treasures had shattered.
Countless people watched the battle.
The many who had always admired Golden Cicada were overjoyed, roaring in excitement as they watched his unrivaled divine might suppress the Corpse Ghost Daoist.
"It’s hopeless. The Corpse Ghost Daoist is a dead man. The dignity of a Celestial King is not something he can provoke!"
The Sect Leader of the Withered Blade Sect shook his head.
He stood in the distance, watching everything unfold, feeling a profound sense of dread at the power Golden Cicada displayed.
’If a mere remnant soul possesses such unrivaled power, how terrifying must a true Celestial King be?’
"Legend says that beyond the Six Eastern Provinces, a Celestial King reigns over the Vast East Sea, controlling the entire ocean and holding the lives of its countless creatures in his hands."
"In this age where no Saints have appeared, the Celestial Kings represent the peak of combat power. They are uncontested."
"According to legend, there’s another level of combat power above a Celestial King: Ten-Stars Combat Power. They’re called living myths. It’s said that with a Celestial Martial Realm Cultivation, they can battle a Saint. I wonder if it’s true?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
The combat power Golden Cicada displayed made them yearn for those legendary Realms of Cultivation.
"AH! Golden Cicada, you forced my hand!"
Just as the Corpse Ghost Daoist seemed to be on the verge of collapse, he suddenly let out a bloodcurdling shriek.
RUMBLE.
An utterly terrifying ripple of power erupted, blocking the overwhelming golden ocean. It came from a very ancient dagger, stained with blood.
What was shocking was that the blood was incredibly fresh, as if it had just been spilled. The terrifying ripple of power was being released by the blood itself.
’The blood of a Celestial Martial Realm King.’
Ning Jiang’s eyes narrowed. ’I didn’t expect the Corpse Ghost Daoist to have this kind of trick up his sleeve.’
The blood of a Celestial Martial Realm expert was no longer mortal blood. For a cultivator of that Realm, a single drop of blood contained immense power.
"Hahaha! Golden Cicada, you didn’t expect this, did you? This is something I obtained while exploring the Ancient Forbidden Land! This is my greatest trump card! Once the power of this blood erupts, it will be enough to rival a Celestial Martial Realm King!"
"Blood, burn!"
The next moment, the Corpse Ghost Daoist viciously activated a Secret Technique to burn the blood.
As the blood burned, a power ten times greater than before radiated from the dagger. The once-unstoppable golden ocean was steadily forced back.
"This..."
The expressions of the Withered Blade Sect Leader and the others changed drastically. Faced with this aura, their bodies trembled, and they felt an overwhelming urge to kneel.
"Mere blood? That’s nothing. Even if a true Celestial Martial Realm expert were here today, I would still cut them down before your very eyes!"
Golden Cicada stood suspended in the void. At that moment, an aura that looked down upon all of creation erupted from him. It was a stark contrast to his previous tranquility and elegance. This was unbridled arrogance, a contemptuous dominance.
This was the true face of a Celestial King!
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