Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Overwhelming Force

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Boom, boom, boom!

Two Palm Thunders infused with the Power of Pure Yang burst forth from Zhou Heng’s hands, like two long snakes wrapped in golden thunderous light, slithering through the void toward the “Great King” in front of the central throne.

Wherever the thunderous light passed, the Power of Pure Yang surged and the sounds of thunder roared, chilling ghostly beings to the bone and filling spectral creatures with terror.

The Eighth Rank ghosts that had just managed to survive the illumination of the Pure Yang golden light had no chance to resist the assault of this thunderous light, and were instantly turned to ash.

And this was merely the aftermath of the Palm Thunders.

After cultivating the Pure Yang Dan Jing, Zhou Heng further awakened the strength of his Pure Yang Body. When he used the Palm Thunder, he imbued it with Pure Yang power, greatly enhancing its restraint over ghostly beings.

For him now, as long as they had not truly reached the level of a Sixth Rank, he could slay any spectral creature!

“Form the array!”

“Protect the Great King!”

The ghostly beings wearing tattered armors were all Seventh Rank, with quite a few on par with the Peak of the Seventh Rank.

Once they moved, there was an immediate intertwining of the subtle principles of heaven and earth.

Layers of ghostly qi condensed into shades of Yin, forming dense purple-black mists.

This purple-black mist churned and expanded continuously, soon spreading out and enveloping them as well as the “Great King” before the central throne, attempting to withstand the Palm Thunders unleashed by Zhou Heng.

Boom!!

Two bolts of thunder fiercely smashed into the violently churning purple-black mist, piercing its surface almost instantly, allowing flashes of golden lightning to sparkle amidst the layers of purple-black mist.

Meanwhile, Zhou Heng moved again. The hands that had just deployed the Palm Thunder clenched into fists, and the golden flames burning on his body suddenly surged, shooting up into the sky, and formed above his head a tremendous golden arm and fist that stretched over three zhang.

Buzz, buzz!

The purple-black mist trembled and shook, attempting to expand outward and keep the two Palm Thunders containing the Power of Pure Yang at bay.

But these two Palm Thunders were Taoist Formulas designed specifically to annihilate ghostly beings, and now, with the addition of Pure Yang power, and Zhou Heng’s innate prowess with a special attack +2 advantage against ghostly beings, he enjoyed too many bonuses when fighting spectral creatures.

And so!

Boom!

With a loud bang, the dying purple-black mist could not withstand the two Palm Thunders and ultimately was pierced through its defenses.

The blinding golden light burst forth, shredding the remaining purple-black mist and also falling upon those several Seventh Rank ghosts, immediately reducing most of them to ashes.

Body and spirit annihilated!

Standing behind Zhou Heng, “Siming” Chen Yingyu was completely dumbfounded, watching the figure enveloped in golden light in disbelief.

Too strong!

Truly too strong!!

Is this really an Eighth Rank Martial Artist? What were those two rays of thunder just now? Taoist Formulas??

So incredible!

She was fully aware of how powerful those tattered-armored ghosts were.

Even if some of them were only comparable to ordinary Seventh Rank Martial Artists, combined with their unique spectral abilities, they could stand toe-to-toe with the Peak of the Seventh Rank.

This is the disadvantage humans must face when confronting ghostly beings.

Chen Yingyu had been injured by ghosts and had been forced to flee and hide precisely because of this point.

But now, this “Ziwei Emperor” before her had suddenly annihilated a great number of them in an instant, and it was a complete and utter kill!

These were ghostly beings!

Seventh Rank ghostly beings no less!!

For humans, the most terrifying aspect of ghosts is their near-immortality, as even the gravest injuries could lead to resurrection.

Yet now, all of this seemed to have lost its effect before the “Ziwei Emperor.”

It was unbelievable that the world could have such an Eighth Rank Martial Artist.

Truly too inconceivable!

At this moment, all of Chen Yingyu’s panic had dissipated, and her gaze towards Zhou Heng was filled with shock and… reverence.

After the glow of the Palm Thunder faded.

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Aside from the towering figure before the central throne, only five ghost creatures remained standing, all of which were equivalent to the Peak of the Seventh Rank.

However, even though they were not utterly annihilated by the Palm Thunder, their bodies were charred black and still emitting thick smoke. The remnants of their already damaged armor were nothing but empty shells, revealing their skin-stretched-over-bone corporeal forms.

“Ah! Humans, you’re courting death!”

“Die!”

The surviving five ghost creatures were enraged to the extreme, with violet-black mist pouring out of their seven orifices. An eerie and icy aura filled the cavern in an instant.

But, it was all to no avail.

As the five ghost creatures erupted, Zhou Heng’s golden arm and fist, which he had just conjured, crashed down violently.

Golden Light Three Forms!

Grasp Gold Hammer!

Boom!

As the golden fist came down, the air was blasted apart, setting off waves of air that cracked the surrounding cavern walls and shook the ground above, creating a web of fissures.

The golden fist seemed to be coated in a layer of fierce wind, carrying an unmatched force, like a celestial deity descending with a golden arm to purify the mortal realm, smashing hard into the five ghosts.

Bang!!

Suddenly, a loud collision resounded, and the powerful impact spread out—

Instantly flattening the surrounding stone benches, chairs, and beds, and causing cracked walls to collapse. A crack over thirty feet long tore through the ground, and nearby lands felt a degree of shaking.

This startled more than half of Ansong County City’s people awake, and they all ran out of their houses, holding hands with kin and friends to prevent separation. They all looked towards the south.

There, waves of roaring, along with the collision of golden and violet-black light, became visible to most of Ansong County City.

At that time, in the cavern.

The tall and majestic figure, called “Great King” by the other ghosts, came to the center of the five Seventh Rank ghosts. He raised his palm and caught Zhou Heng’s “Grasp Gold Hammer” with one hand.

“I recognize this Inner Qi,” sneered the ghost creature called the Great King, looking at Zhou Heng with a grin, “The secret techniques of Pure Yang Palace’s not transmitted lightly— ‘Pure Yang Dan Jing.”

“I remember the person who used this Martial Arts against me was directly taught by your patriarch, named ‘Chen Dongxuan.’ I wonder if he’s dead yet. Kid, why don’t you tell me?”

Chen Dongxuan??

Zhou Heng was startled upon hearing this, for he recognized the name.

This was the previous patriarch of Pure Yang Palace, a Second Rank Tao Lord who had condensed the seed of Dao, and nominally his teacher. The current patriarch of Pure Yang Palace, Yan Shouyi, was his distinguished mentor.

This ghost creature was beaten by Chen Dongxuan using Pure Yang Dan Jing?

What a joke!

Chen Dongxuan had been a Celestial Man over two thousand years ago.

And this ghost creature looked to be no higher than Sixth Rank.

There was no need for a Celestial Man to intervene.

“Nonsense!”

Zhou Heng let out a low shout, his Inner Qi strengthening once again, making the Grasp Gold Hammer instantly swell to twice its size, its power greatly increased.

At the same time, he fought with both hands, his attention split between two actions.

His other hand formed a gesture.

Crackling!

Golden thunder light converged once again!

Yet, the Great King ghost remained unperturbed, still appearing confident as ever, steadily holding the golden hammer aloft with one hand.

No matter what, kill it first, then use the Memory Extraction Card!

“Little thing, back in the day, I commanded wars alongside Chen Dongxuan,” the ghostly Great King roared, his eyes glowing with a bluish flame, staring fixedly at Zhou Heng. Its armor suddenly burst into flames, fully illuminating its gaunt face from the shadows.

“Grandpa here was known as Wan Shankong, the ‘Great King Who Calms the Mountains,’ under King Qi’s command. Chen Dongxuan himself showed me great respect. You little thing dare to take me on?!

“You deserve to die a thousand deaths!!”

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