Chapter 188: Miracle Of A Transcendent Wang Xuan
Before they could even act, the adversaries, poised to strike at Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin, were jolted by the sudden demise of one of their own. Wang Xuan stood with his spear aglow, a solitary barrier against their onslaught.
Wielding his spear with the elegance of a staff and the precision of a blade, he advanced, the spearhead cutting through the air with a brilliance that was both deadly and dazzling. His adversaries beat a hasty retreat. They had intended to take out Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin swiftly, but were forced back by the onslaught of the young man bathed in flames.
They could barely breathe as the tip of the spear sliced through the air with an explosive force during Wang Xuan’s approach. Despite their best efforts, one among them sustained a ghastly wound, his chest torn open by the spear's mere graze, flesh and bone laid bare in a bloody spectacle.
Wu Yin, witnessing this display, felt a surge of relief. Wang Xuan’s arrival just before they were surrounded and almost captured was a godsend. Zhao Qinghan observed him with a mix of admiration and contentment. The life force emanating from him was palpable, a testament to his newfound strength and entry into the extraordinary realm. Her smile, radiant and peaceful, betrayed her confidence in the transformative power of the scriptures they had gathered.
There in the forest, Wang Xuan, spear in hand, faced down multiple Transcendent opponents. Illuminated by the sun's rays, he and his weapon cast a gentle, luminescent aura. The attackers, now repelled to a safer distance, were rendered speechless and powerless in the face of his formidable presence.
On the other side, Old Chen wielded his long sword, his body radiating golden brilliance. He channeled his Six Feet Golden Body Technique, and was enveloped in dazzling light, like a warrior Bodhisattva ready to unleash his fury. He charged at an opponent of the Life-Soil Realm, his intent to kill apparent.
Wang Xuan, in seamless coordination with Old Chen, simultaneously unleashed their psychic powers, targeting the Transcendent opponent. Even a creature in the late stages of the Life-Soil realm, like the Mastiff, had fallen to their combined psychic assault. Their opponent let out a scream as his nascent sphere of psychic energy nearly shattered under their attack. His physical form reeled from the impact, coughing blood. His psyche was momentarily paralyzed.
This brief lapse was all Old Chen needed. His sword slashed through the air, severing the man's head in a swift, diagonal arc. Meanwhile, Wang Xuan withdrew his psychic power, gripping his spear tightly, now turning his attention to the few opponents going after Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin.
All of these events unfolded in mere moments, with Wang Xuan and Old Chen striking like thunder, each taking down an adversary. The group, incensed by their swift and ruthless efficiency, converged in a furious hunt against the two.
"Take them down!" Some focused on Wang Xuan, while others, aiming to divide his attention, advanced aggressively towards Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin.
Wang Xuan, with spear in hand, targeted one of the attackers. With his left, he launched a forceful palm strike towards another, eager to test the strength of his unarmed combat skills, honed through the mastery of the most potent scriptures, far surpassing the prowess of his previous golden body technique.
With a thunderous boom, the man reaching towards Zhao Qinghan, only at the initial phase of the Radiant Lamp realm, met Wang Xuan's block. Their fists and palms collided, emitting a sound akin to muffled thunder, the surrounding vegetation exploding under the shockwave of their clash.
The Transcendent who thought he could match the young man in front of him who was in the early stages of the Enlightenment realm, was met with a harsh reality. Upon contact with Wang Xuan's palm, his fist shattered instantly, followed by the rest of his arm. The upper half of his body was immediately splattered with blood. Wang Xuan's single palm strike, interwoven with mystery energies, had almost obliterated him.
Wang Xuan rapidly followed up with another slap, and the man's face twisted in agony. Half of his body almost disintegrated, torn apart by the mystery energy. He was flung aside by the force of the blow, leaving him incapacitated on the ground.
Throughout the battle, Grandmaster Ma, who had been watching silently and intently, finally sprang into action with a loud cry. Fulfilling its long-held desire to 'trample the Transcendent', it shattered the doomed man's already broken body, crushing him to death under its hooves.
Another Transcendent, driven mad, attempted to bypass Wang Xuan to target Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin with the intent of dealing to them killing blows. Just as the little fox spirit prepared to lead the women to safety, it realized there was no longer a need. Wang Xuan's psychic power surged out, manifesting an ethereal mountain that merged with his spiritual energy, overwhelming the assailant.
The madman, only in the later stages of the Mist realm, was in agony as he tried to resist, but he was no match for Wang Xuan in the realm of spirit. His once-prized psychic techniques were useless against Wang Xuan's overwhelming might. His psychic form shattered, like a cicada against the thunderous power of the heavens.
As the celestial mountain descended, Wang Xuan completely dispersed his opponent’s psychic field. The madman fell to the ground without a sound, his spirit utterly annihilated. This display of power startled the onlookers.
Zhao Qinghan watched with an emerging smile, confidently aware of Wang Xuan's significant increase in strength. She refrained from greeting him, not wanting to disrupt his focus in the heat of battle.
Wu Yin's chest heaved with emotion, her shock evident even though she knew of Wang Xuan's prowess. Witnessing his relentless takedown of multiple Transcendents left her speechless, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief.
"This guy is really strong!" the little black fox muttered, equally stunned.
Wang Xuan, spear in hand, charged at an adversary, his body radiating with the tremendous power of the supreme scriptures. His latent potential was fully unleashed, radiating dazzling light that enveloped him like a halo of divine flames.
"Attack!" someone from the opposing side yelled, rallying others to advance with him.
In the midst of clashing weapons and palms radiating beams of light, figures tumbled amidst flying sand and stones, energy swirling violently in the air.
With a thrust of his spear, Wang Xuan impaled a Transcendent in the early stages of the Radiant Lamp realm, lifting him into the air. A forceful shake of his weapon, and the man exploded into pieces. Wang Xuan had now vanquished four Transcendents in quick succession.
As another Transcendent, in the later stages of the Mist realm, attempted to flee, Wang Xuan leapt after him. His body, pulsating with secret forces and surrounded by a dazzling divine light, appeared as if he had sprouted wings, swooping down like a majestic roc from the skies.
Ditching his spear, Wang Xuan opted to test the strength of his physical form in a direct collision. The moment of impact was met with a scream from his opponent, who rapidly disintegrated under the sheer force of Wang Xuan's physical might.
Old Chen, observing with raised eyebrows, was astounded at Wang Xuan's swift five consecutive kills, outpacing even him who had just managed four.
With a soft shout, Old Chen's golden aura boiled around him, his Six Feet Golden Body technique reaching its zenith. He resembled a Buddha descended to earth.
He clashed head-on with another strong Transcendent from the Life-Soil realm, simultaneously bombarding his opponent with psychic forces. The two engaged in a rapid, intense exchange of blows.
Old Chen, abandoning his sword, unleashed a barrage of Bodhisattva punches amidst the blinding golden light. After exchanging a fierce series of blows with his opponent, he landed a final, devastating punch, piercing the chest of the Life-Soil realm master. The opponent disintegrated instantly, meeting his end right there.
Meanwhile, Wang Xuan planted his spear into the ground and stood still, deploying only his psychic realm to lock onto another adversary. His psychic energy sphere blossomed, merging with an unusual landscape – this time, a shimmering blue lake instead of a mountain.
He was testing these landscapes for any peculiarities. Waves roared in the distance, echoing like a tsunami. As he propelled the psychic force of the blue lake forward, his formidable opponent's eyes filled with despair, feeling his own psyche crumbling under the immense pressure.
The blue lake transformed into a vast sea, with tumultuous waves crashing ashore and rocks flying through the air. This terrifying and grand spectacle was visible to all nearby. A colossal wave struck, shattering a large part of the enemy's psychic energy sphere, pushing it towards total collapse.
Wang Xuan understood now. By connecting with a corner of the first layer of the psychic world, he not only drew on strange psychic energies but also manifested landscapes like lakes and seas, with terrifying power.
Stones flew as waves surged. These were manifestations of his psychic energy impacting the enemy, ultimately causing the opponent's psychic form to explode. The man’s physical body, now devoid of consciousness, fell silently to the ground.
Wang Xuan contemplated the immense power unleashed when his psychic force merged with these mysterious landscapes. Indeed, it was a formidable weapon. He even felt that his psychic power was more fearsome than his physical strength.
No wonder the second great realm, "Carefree Wander," corresponded to various mythological tales. Even this mere glimpse was so powerful – to fully explore those higher psychic worlds, to see the Peach Orchards, to approach the Boundless Mountain, was beyond imagination!
As he wielded his psychic power, Wang Xuan sensed several other mysterious landscapes within him, but there was no time left to test them now.
Observing Wang Xuan's swift defeat of six adversaries, Old Chen hastened his actions. With a swift motion, his long sword cleaved through the air, bisecting the last fleeing opponent. All twelve Transcendent beings lay fallen, none left standing.
Zhao Qinghan approached Wang Xuan, who was stained with blood. She found a clean cloth and began to gently wipe the blood from his body. "Zhao Zhao, remember to be reserved. Why are you helping this stinky man clean his blood?" the black little fox spirit chided, its large eyes glaring disapprovingly.
"He's my classmate and he came to save us," Zhao Qinghan responded, gesturing for the little fox spirit to join in. "You should be grateful and help him too."
Wu Yin pulled the little fox spirit over, coaxing, "Come on, transform and show some gratitude." The little fox spirit rolled its eyes, turned its head away, and sashayed off with a huff, showing them only the back of its head in defiance.
Old Chen, noticing the blood on his own body, decided to clean himself up. Grandmaster Ma approached him curiously, admiring his impressive Six Feet Golden Body Technique and wondering if such a skill could be learned by a demon spirit like itself. It raised a hoof towards Old Chen, as if offering to help him clean up.
"Whose horse is this?" Old Chen asked, eyeing the unusual creature. "It's mine!" The little fox spirit spoke up and claimed ownership of Grandmaster Ma before Wang Xuan could respond. Old Chen nodded, understanding why the horse seemed so whimsically mischievous.
Turning to Zhao Qinghan and Wu Yin, Wang Xuan spoke seriously, "As you head to the Immortal's Cave, be cautious. It's an opportunity, but it might hold unforeseen dangers. I hope you both can successfully obtain the legacy left by the immortals."
“Worry not, I’m here.” proclaimed the little fox spirit confidently, “And don’t forget about my grandpa. He’s as sly as Old Zhong, but many times more powerful.”
Her claim was met with silence. The humans present knew that she was up for a beating. If the old fox was indeed behind them, the little fox spirit would be in for a bout of “education”. And that is exactly why we’re worried. Thought Wang Xuan.
A mixture of feelings surged through Wu Yin as she stared at Wang Xuan. She then proceeded to straighten up his collar and smoothen out the wrinkles of his clothes caused by the battle carefully.
Zhao Qinghan eyed her with a curious expression.
“What is it, Zhao Zhao?” Wu Yin met her classmate’s gaze, “Your classmate saved me multiple times, and for that I’m thankful. In fact, I want to thank you as well for bringing him to the Hidden Land.”
“It’s nothing. You can be quite a sentimental person, Da Wu.” observed Zhao Qinghan, smiling at Wu Yin.
Updated from fr𝒆ewebnov𝒆l.(c)om