If Wu Zhexian is like a blazing sun.

Then the flesh-and-blood flower blossoming from White Ghost's chest is like a demonic moon, illuminating the dark and shadowy area he stands in with a ghastly white radiance...

"The Undying Spring?"

Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master were shocked.

They had thought it was just the "Life Breath" emitted by a Spiritual Treasure...

Reaching this level of cultivation, it was normal to have a few hidden trump cards.

But the fact that White Ghost possessed the Undying Spring was terrifying news!

"There's no need to be so shocked."

A faint self-mocking smile appeared on White Ghost's face as he calmly said, "This is not the real Undying Spring, just a wisp of its vapor... Though it can't revive the dead as the legends say... It's enough to turn the tide of this battle."

"Where did you get it?"

A tremendous killing intent surged in Wu Zhexian's eyes.

Before his voice fell, he stepped forward.

In an instant, the ground shattered, and the brilliant golden light advanced a hundred feet.

"Attack!"

White Ghost roared, taking the lead.

The boy in white robes didn't retreat but advanced, leaping into the air to meet the imposing golden light head-on. He raised his hands, and a towering Earth Dragon burst from the ground beneath him, its massive head catching its master. Countless stones broke and tumbled, surging like a tsunami. The boy in white robes laughed wildly against the gale, quickly forming seals with his hands, and the Soul-devouring Banner suddenly unfurled. The clear heavenly peak that the golden light had pierced was once again shrouded in darkness, the area within a hundred feet covered in blood-red light, and countless ghost souls danced amidst the stone tsunami.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The long sky echoed with the roar of mountains and seas.

The secret techniques, sealing methods, and treasure seal of Yin Mountain were recklessly thrown out by White Ghost—

At the same time, Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master also moved, having no other choice but to fight head-on!

Mo Taoist sat cross-legged in mid-air, his entire body merging into the void, becoming a shadowy figure.

Behind him, the portal of the Grotto Heaven Realm opened wide, and countless puppets refined over long years flew out like a swarm of insects!

Joyful Zen Master stood firm, his body swaying slightly. The face of the Bimian Buddha recited a chant, and six hovering gongs, accompanied by golden Sanskrit scripts, transformed into ripples that spread like a vast net toward Wu Zhexian—

The three Fake Yang Gods struck at the same time.

Wu Zhexian didn't slow down at all; instead, he grew faster.

One man facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Wu Zhexian's face was expressionless, then he suddenly halted. His stance at that moment was the most basic stance of mundane boxing, a side-horse stance, and the first to rush at him was White Ghost riding the Earth Dragon. The fierce and hideous Earth Dragon was half-submerged in the ground, opening its bloody mouth, trying to swallow Wu Zhexian whole again. But instead of charging into its mouth, Wu Zhexian, with remarkable speed, threw a punch—

Boom!

This punch shattered the very void!

Countless stones were pulverized and turned to nothing by the golden light!

The hundred-foot-long body of the Earth Dragon was pierced and shattered by the force of the punch in an instant!

White Ghost leapt high into the air, narrowly avoiding the punch, and suspended himself above Wu Zhexian. He raised his hand and drew a slender, sharp flagpole from the void, the Holy Object of Yin Mountain used to keep thousands of ghosts, the Soul-devouring Banner!

At this moment, the Soul-devouring Banner looked more like a long blade. White Ghost turned and slashed as swiftly as cutting through flowing water!

The blood-red blade light extended for miles, slicing everything within its range in half!

This blade did not miss!

But the blade, which could cleave the earth, only produced a grating metallic sound when it hit Wu Zhexian's raised forearm!

Clang!

White Ghost spun around, unleashing nearly a hundred streaks of piercing astral wind!

The next moment.

The rolling astral wind was shattered by a simple, unadorned punch. The black-clad man standing at the center of the shattered ground lifted his head, locked onto White Ghost, and almost instantaneously appeared in front of the boy in white robes. Grabbing the boy's thin shoulders with both hands, he delivered a knee strike directly to the head, forcibly interrupting White Ghost's continuous slashes.

"Ugh!"

Blood sprayed from White Ghost's mouth and nose, his eyes rolled back, and just one strike almost knocked him unconscious—

But the dense Life Breath surged again, and the remaining Undying Spring water vapor saved his life.

If not for this legendary Divine Artifact, the battle would have ended by now.

Just as Wu Zhexian was about to knee him again, an ominous premonition surged in his Heart Lake.

Wu Zhexian turned his head slightly.

In the void, a pitch-black shadow flickered rapidly, approaching him quickly.

It was the top-tier Heavenly Puppet made by Mo Taoist.

This puppet had concealed its presence as much as possible, but Wu Zhexian still sensed it. Once exposed, the puppet accelerated, turning into a streak of black light, crashing directly toward the airborne Wu Zhexian. It abandoned all fancy moves and went straight for a body slam, igniting the Soul Fire in its brow. Mo Taoist clearly knew that any close-combat tactics would be futile against Wu Zhexian, so he aimed for the most powerful attack, having the puppet latch onto Wu Zhexian to execute the most devastating self-destruction!

Boom!

The moment he sensed the Heavenly Puppet, Wu Zhexian threw a second punch.

No one could see how the punch was thrown.

The pitch-black puppet's head suddenly exploded, a mist of blood spraying out!

But the killing didn't end... Ordinary Mechanical Techniques puppets had a core driven by Primordial Power at the Divine Sea in the head, but Mo Taoist's Heavenly Puppet was the opposite. The core was in the Dantian.

So, the Heavenly Puppet's speed didn't slow after its head was blown apart. It continued executing its master's Divine Thought command, forcefully closing in and aiming for a body slam.

"..."

Wu Zhexian frowned deeply.

He felt a tightness around his waist; the puppet's physical strength was stronger than he expected.

At the same time, Joyful Zen Master's Divine Soul attack arrived late. The golden Sanskrit texts spread through the void, transforming from a vast net into a sharp sword, stabbing toward Wu Zhexian's brow—

It was common knowledge that Body Refining Practitioners had weak Divine Souls.

The Bimian Buddha Face on Joyful Zen Master turned from compassion to fury.

The Enlightenment Mantra became a deep roar!

Wu Zhexian's expression was shrouded in golden light and Sanskrit chants, his movements slowed.

The battles between top-tier experts often end in mere moments.

Mo Taoist's face was pale as he stared intently at the explosion site, his hands forming seals to trigger the Heavenly Puppet's self-destruction!

Wu Zhexian didn't have time to escape!

A streak of black flames burst from the puppet's core—

A beam of light shot straight up, spreading outwards.

Thick smoke and dust spread out.

"Aaah!"

White Ghost, in the center of the battlefield, was blasted several miles away by the shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground. His body was unrecognizable, and his face, smashed by Wu Zhexian's knee, was beyond repair. The previously intact skinny body had borne the brunt of the puppet's self-destruction, with seventy percent of its flesh eroded and disintegrating... However, the Undying Spring water vapor was still effective, the skin writhing rapidly, slowly piecing him back together.

"Is Wu Zhexian... dead?"

Mo Taoist couldn't take his eyes off the battlefield center.

The Heavenly Puppet was his most treasured Treasure, his substantial source of strength.

Years ago, he had uncovered a Yang God Remnant Body by chance in an ancient Secret Realm. Though its bearer had long been dead and its breath weakened, it was a divine fortune for him. Without greed, he quickly left the Secret Realm after acquiring it.

Returning to his sect, he exhausted all means to refine it into a Corpse Puppet.

This Corpse Puppet had been a real Yang God in its lifetime.

Even after years of death, its power had waned.

But for self-destruction, the recent attack's power was comparable to a full-force strike of a Yang God.

It was Mo Taoist's trump card.

"He... was hit by my Chaotic Soul Technique..."

Joyful Zen Master spoke in a low voice, her compassionate face returning.

She didn't know if Wu Zhexian would die.

But she knew her Divine Soul attack had struck him at the last moment.

He hadn't escaped the puppet's self-destruction.

"Is White Ghost alive?"

Mo Taoist instinctively looked not far ahead.

"Hah... hah..."

White Ghost could barely speak, his body struggling to repair itself.

The shockwave's residual effect had gravely injured him.

Even if Wu Zhexian wasn't dead, he should be gravely injured, right?

With this thought, Mo Taoist looked back at the explosion's center. The blast had leveled the void, and his Divine Thought couldn't penetrate the chaotic space. He could only pray that when the smoke cleared, he'd see Wu Zhexian gravely wounded.

"No..."

Joyful Zen Master's Divine Soul cultivation was the highest among the three.

As some of the smoke cleared.

The chaotic void began to stabilize.

She was the first to see the scene. Her compassionate Buddha face turned fearful, her voice sharp.

A faint gold light pierced the darkness.

The golden light dispersed the smoke.

Revealing a towering figure.

Wu Zhexian's upper garments had been destroyed in the explosion, exposing his muscular physique. A Body Refiner who reached the Cave Heaven Realm was said to have a Golden Body. At the Yin God level, it was called a Divine Embryo.

And at the Yang God Realm, it became a Sacred Body.

The dazzling golden light spread in the wind.

Wu Zhexian, who had been standing on the ground, lowered his head. The explosion's power was indeed great, blasting open a massive crater where he stood. Now suspended in the wind, countless black ashes swirled, striking the Sacred Body and shattering like fragile waves.

Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master's faces turned despairing.

So this is the Sacred Body of a Yang God Realm martial artist?

Their ultimate attack.

Not only did it fail to gravely injure him...

They couldn't even damage his body.

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