Immortal Sword Master

Chapter 305: Chapter 301: Golden Cicada Versus Corpse Ghost Daoist

”The path of Martial Arts... the further you go, the greater the gap becomes!”

”That’s right. The gap between the Primordial Spirit Realm and the Earth Martial Realm is huge, but not enough to make one despair. But the difference between the Heaven-Reaching Realm and the Earth Martial Realm... it feels like the difference between heaven and earth.”

”If the might of the Heaven-Reaching Realm is this terrifying, I can’t imagine what peerless grace a Celestial Martial Realm King must possess.”

”There’s a reason why those who step into the Celestial Martial Realm on the path of Martial Arts are revered as Kings. With their King’s Power, they can destroy a city and kill hundreds of thousands in the blink of an eye. They comprehend the Power of Laws, live for ten thousand years, and stand high above, commanding the heavens and earth. Don’t forget that the desert at the border of Lei Province and Qing Province was created by a battle between two Celestial Martial Realm Kings.”

At the mention of that place, a sense of awe involuntarily rose in people’s hearts.

That area, spanning hundreds of miles, was said to have once been a land of green mountains and clear waters. But a battle between two Celestial Martial Realm experts turned it directly into a desert, permanently altering its climate.

The sky there is filled with yellow sand all day long, along with whistling Wind Blades.

All of this inspired awe.

”Annihilate my Divine Spirit? I’m afraid you’re not capable of that.”

Golden Cicada said lightly. His white robes fluttered, and compared to the overwhelmingly imposing Corpse Ghost Daoist, he emanated no sense of majesty or sharpness.

”Hmph.”

The Corpse Ghost Daoist snorted angrily and took a sudden step forward, a ferocious light raging in his eyes like a furious tide.

Heaven and earth seemed to tremble in fury. A series of rumbles exploded as terrifying fluctuations filled the area for dozens of miles. Some Martial Artists with weaker Cultivation were shaken to death by that single snort.

”We have to get out of here before they start fighting! Otherwise, the aftershocks will utterly annihilate us!”

Everyone was horrified and quickly retreated from the area.

Even the three Earth Martial Realm experts didn’t dare get too close, stopping over fifteen miles away.

”This should be far enough.”

”When the aftershocks of their battle spread out, we can try to resist them. We might even be able to use it to temper ourselves and perhaps improve our Cultivation.”

The three of them exchanged thoughts.

”If your real body were here, I’d turn and leave without a second thought. But a mere remnant soul dares to boast so shamelessly? Watch how I’ll cut you down!”

The Corpse Ghost Daoist’s voice was as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old winter wind, freezing heaven and earth.

”Let’s fight.”

Golden Cicada slowly uttered those two words, saying no more.

Whether it was a shameless boast or not would be clear after a fight.

’So what if I’m a remnant soul?’

A thousand years ago, he was a peerless Celestial King of his generation!

’To him, the likes of the Corpse Ghost Daoist were nothing but ants. He could kill thousands of them with a flick of his finger.’

BOOM.

A layer of golden light surged from his body, making him appear incredibly divine. His skin was clean, spotless, and pure, like that of a Banished Immortal, completely detached from the mortal world.

But when he made his move, the sight was terrifying.

With a wave of his large sleeve, a vast expanse of golden light surged forward like a great ocean, making the void itself RUMBLE.

”He has some skill.”

’For a mere remnant soul to possess such power,’ the Corpse Ghost Daoist thought, though he spoke with contempt, he was on high alert. ’He must have been a Celestial Martial Realm King when he was alive.’

’A Celestial Martial Realm expert, even one who has fallen, must never be underestimated.’

”Break!”

With one hand behind his back, the Corpse Ghost Daoist clenched his other hand into a fist and punched.

As he threw the punch, it was as if all the Power in a radius of dozens of miles was drawn in, converging entirely on his fist.

RUMBLE.

The air exploded, and on the ground below, countless mountains were pulverized.

The terror of this punch was beyond description. In the eyes of the crowd, all that remained was that pitch-black, withered fist. Before the fist even arrived, its terrifying intent deeply permeated everyone’s hearts.

”This is pure Physical Power!”

Lin Zhan, the Sect Leader of the War Elephant Sect, exclaimed in shock, his face pale.

”He was resurrected from a zombie, is that why his physical body is so indestructible?”

Everyone knew that zombies had always possessed incomparably powerful physiques. The Corpse Ghost Daoist’s current physical body was a benefit of his zombie origins.

With a body like this, it would be difficult for any Heaven-Reaching Realm expert of the same rank to be the Corpse Ghost Daoist’s opponent.

BANG!

The fist collided with the vast golden light. The tremendous sound was like a hurricane sweeping across the world, deafening countless Martial Artists.

Even the three Earth Martial experts turned pale from the shockwave.

RUMBLE!

Next, the two unleashed their techniques and engaged in a fierce battle. All the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth exploded, turning into a chaotic mass.

The ground cracked endlessly, and the clouds were pulverized, vanishing completely.

The onlookers felt as if they were watching two giant whales fighting in a vast ocean, while they were nothing but small fish and shrimp on the side, who could be killed by the collateral damage at any moment.

”I’d like to see how long this remnant soul of yours can last.”

The Corpse Ghost Daoist let out a long howl. He didn’t use any other attacks, relying solely on his fists to smash through everything, sweeping all before him.

To his surprise, Golden Cicada’s remnant soul exchanged over a hundred blows with him without showing any signs of weakening.

”Take this!”

The Corpse Ghost Daoist shot up into the sky, positioning himself above Golden Cicada, and stomped down with a thunderous crash. His clawed foot, filled with monstrous power, gathered countless streams of Spiritual Qi to form a giant foot thousands of feet tall.

CRACK.

The giant foot had yet to land.

The ground in a radius of thousands of feet caved in out of nowhere, forming a massive footprint.

To use such an attack against an opponent was a form of insult.

But Golden Cicada’s expression didn’t change; he wasn’t the least bit angry. He clenched his fist and sent a punch rocketing upward.

A golden light soared up, seeming to tear apart the endless sky and annihilate everything in its path.

”Hm?”

The giant foot was torn apart by the punch. The Corpse Ghost Daoist’s expression changed as he felt an irresistible Power surge up from below, forcing his body back.

”Take this: Evil Spirit Finger!”

The Corpse Ghost Daoist pointed a finger. A blood-red finger condensed in the space before him, from which came the wails and cries of countless wronged souls.

But Golden Cicada’s response was simple. He also pointed a finger, and a brilliant golden radiance smashed into the Evil Spirit Finger.

The two attacks annihilated each other without a sound.

”Again.”

A ferocious light erupted in the Corpse Ghost Daoist’s eyes. He then unleashed a variety of Martial Techniques, each one possessing terrifying power that made countless Martial Artists turn pale.

He had created many of the Martial Techniques in the entire Evil Spirit Sect. Techniques like the Eye of Evil Spirit and Tu Yuan Blood Hand, which were famous throughout Lei Province, were all related to him. Naturally, he had mastered a great many Martial Techniques.

However, faced with the Corpse Ghost Daoist’s varied and ever-changing attacks, Golden Cicada was always able to receive them calmly, handling them with ease.

”Just what is this person’s background?”

The crowd watched Golden Cicada in astonishment.

”Haven’t made a move in a thousand years. Are you lonely?”

Just then, a voice—Ning Jiang’s—slowly entered Golden Cicada’s ears.

Golden Cicada’s expression faltered, and a wry smile appeared on his face. ”Yes, it has been a bit lonely, not fighting for a thousand years. Forget it. I’m done playing with him. Let’s end this.”