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Chapter 273: Divine Transformation Demise
Chapter 273: Divine Transformation Demise
If only Da Qian could have such a Heaven's Pride Senior.
Then, there would be no worry about rising to prominence.
Chen Zhong slowly retreated into the dense forest.
No wonder Senior Shen had always been reluctant to leave.
Turns out, he was keeping an eye on that boar.
Not only did he slay the Demon King of the Thousand Demon Cavern, but he also managed to shift the blame seamlessly.
Despite the abundant harvest, this was no ordinary feat.
To brazenly strike in front of three Divine Transformation Realm Cultivators and slay an Extreme Realm Demon King, such courage would make ordinary people blush with shame.
"Finally, I can leave..."
Chen Zhong heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. To be honest, if he had to watch any longer, his heart would have given out.
Just then, he suddenly widened his eyes.
He saw Shen Yi casually pick up the boar demon's corpse, and then a crimson cloud enveloped his feet.
In an instant, he rushed towards Zhang Mingyang in mid-air!
"Gah!"
Chen Zhong clutched his chest in shock.
A Qing's mouth hung open, and the white jade in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
Could it be that Grandmaster Shen was not aiming for the boar demon... but a true Divine Transformation Realm Cultivator?!
The difference between the two realms was like heaven and earth.
If it were the Extreme Realm Demon King earlier, A Qing might have been able to come up with a plan or set up some grand formation to assist slightly.
But facing a true Divine Transformation Realm Cultivator, even if he racked his brains, he couldn't think of anything else he could do.
If he couldn't figure it out, then he wouldn't bother...
He stood honestly in the forest, gazing up at the sky.
The scales on the golden dragon were lifelike, with its beard flowing in the wind. If not for its entire body, including its eyes, being golden, it would be indistinguishable from a living creature.
And Zhang Mingyang, who had to face it directly, felt it even more intensely.
The dragon's body was no weaker than a true Demon Emperor's, and at this moment, it tightly coiled around him, and no matter how the vines tried to pull it away, it couldn't budge even a bit.
The poisonwood treasure spear, condensed from heavenly and earthly essence, frantically stabbed at the golden dragon's body.
However, the poison that even a Demon Emperor feared had no effect on the golden dragon, and the sharp spearhead also struggled to penetrate its body.
"Roar!"
Accompanied by the dragon's roar, Zhang Mingyang's shoulder, bitten by the dragon's mouth, was directly chewed to pieces.
His entire aura weakened to the extreme.
To the point where even his spirit began to waver.
To survive... I must survive!
As a Divine Transformation Realm Cultivator, his will to live was incredibly strong; otherwise, he wouldn't have made it into the ranks of the top powerhouses.
He once again forcibly manipulated his aura.
A thorn bracelet flew out from his waist, then expanded several times in size, instantly wrapping around the golden dragon's neck. The thorns pierced its golden body, forcibly tearing it open.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Zhang Mingyang didn't even care that his arm was still in its mouth; he directly used all his strength to tear it off.
With a ripping sound, his entire arm, along with his black and white Daoist robe, was torn off.
He panted heavily, looking disheveled as he leaped downward!
A white cloud formed just in time beneath his feet, carrying him away from the scene swiftly!
"I'm alive!"
Finally, a hint of joy appeared in Zhang Mingyang's eyes.
In an instant, a savage whip kick swept towards him, slamming into his face.
The white cloud dispersed, and under that immense force, Zhang Mingyang's entire body flew backward.
A venerable Divine Transformation Realm Cultivator was now flailing his arms in panic like an ordinary person, barely managing to stabilize his body.
He looked closely and saw a wisp of ghost flame rising from the depths of his heart.
There, a tall figure in a black robe stood on a cloud, and it was this youth who had kicked him moments ago.
A crimson glow emanated from the youth's body, indicating that he was still in the Primordial Realm.
Zhang Mingyang didn't have time to ponder why a Primordial Sage would dare to spy on him in such a situation.
This world was never lacking in audacious individuals, each believing themselves to be chosen by fate.
What truly enraged him was that a Primordial Sage dared to strike at him, a Divine Transformation Realm Cultivator, putting his audacious thoughts into action!
Zhang Mingyang used his remaining left hand to manipulate the spell technique, first mobilizing the heavenly and earthly essence to protect himself.
He glanced back at the Golden Dragon.
Without sufficient support from the surrounding essence, even a true magical treasure wouldn't be able to restrain the opponent for long.
The Golden Dragon was about to break free.
His peripheral vision swept across the ground, and he saw the golden body and divine incarnation had flipped over, pinning the White Feather Demon Emperor beneath it, and it was pounding its skull with relentless fist strikes!
Such a brutal attack!
Zhang Mingyang's eyelids twitched slightly, realizing that his previous act of fleeing had clearly offended the Divine Transformation Golden Body.
When the opponent freed himself, today would truly be the day of his demise.
Boom!
The muffled explosion sound startled Zhang Mingyang back to his senses. He retracted his gaze and saw that the youth who had been far away a moment ago had now, in the blink of an eye, appeared right before him.
Cold aura flowed between his palms.
It was clear that the attack was aimed at his head.
Fortunately, he had taken precautions, and a thick giant tree manifested out of thin air, blocking the youth's path. It was shattered by a powerful punch!
"Hiss!"
Under normal circumstances, such strength wouldn't even be worth a glance from Zhang Mingyang.
But this time was different.
As the chilling aura washed over him, Zhang Mingyang's face changed abruptly, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.
His five fingers spread, and dense wooden spikes shot out.
These seemingly ordinary wooden spikes, upon touching Shen Yi's skin, effortlessly pierced through it, revealing the crimson Dao Infant within.
"..."
Shen Yi's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he neither dodged nor yielded.
He had no other choice.
Enduring the attack, he also reached Zhang Mingyang's side, suddenly grabbing his neck.
The Cold Jade Silk Hand Technique was pushed to its limit.
The most powerful treasure of the Great Qian Dynasty unleashed its true might.
Frosty aura erupted from Zhang Mingyang's neck, enveloping him entirely, then contracting as if dressing him in a crystal frost robe.
Even at this critical moment, Zhang Mingyang keenly perceived the strange change in Shen Yi's pupils.
Although he didn't know the effect, he immediately stabilized his divine soul and closed his eyes.
This was an instinct honed by years of cultivation experience.
His hand, invaded by the cold, trembled as he recited the spell technique: "Ignorant brat, die by my hand!"
The scattered poison spikes suddenly converged, transforming into a thick, long spear that pierced through Shen Yi's back, bursting out from his heart.
Fresh blood instantly soaked his black robe.
Shen Yi slightly lowered his gaze, looking at the spearhead protruding from his heart.
He was cautious but never afraid of a fierce fight.
Whether in the past or now, he didn't care if he faced the Yellow-Skinned Ones or a Divine Transformation True Cultivator.
Intense peacock crimson glow enveloped his body.
A fierce aura rose on his handsome face.
Shen Yi grabbed Zhang Mingyang's neck, and his right fist emanated coldness, poison, and a sharp green light.
In an instant, a majestic fist struck the True Cultivator's brow bone.
Bang!!
Half of Zhang Mingyang's face was directly shattered.
Before he could resist, his stomach took a heavy kick, and he was sent flying backward.
In his remaining half-face, his eyes widened.
In his line of sight was a fierce, golden dragon head glaring at him.
The dragon roared, opening its mouth and biting straight towards him!
At the same time, the black robe swept across the sky. Shen Yi's lips were stained with blood, but his hands tightly gripped the sword hilt.
He plunged the straight sword into Zhang Mingyang's heart!
Breathing heavily, he released the sword hilt.
He watched calmly as the furious Golden Dragon chewed and tore Zhang Mingyang to pieces.
(End of Chapter)
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