Chapter 1846 - 177: Eight-armed Dharma Aspect, Eight Divine Skills and Magic Artifacts! (Part 2)

"Impressive courage!"

The eyes of King Zhuanlun’s Eight-armed Dharma Aspect suddenly opened, his voice booming like thunder, reverberating in all directions.

In an instant, the mountains and forests trembled, making the Great Snow Dragon Horses restless.

As the voice fell, the hand holding the Demon Suppressing Sword suddenly moved.

Before the sword arrived, the sword light accompanied by the roar of golden divine thunder tore through the void as if splitting heaven and earth, striking down upon Jiang Ning’s six-meter Golden Body.

As the sword light passed, it seemed to cut through the world, splitting the air like seawater.

Such power was enough to split a mountain in half.

Seeing this scene, Prince Zhenbei and Beicang King both looked shocked.

With just this one sword, he could split the Celestial Palace City.

This magnificent city, towering on the mountain peak for nearly a millennium, was about to be destroyed by a single sword strike.

Yet at this moment, this sword was heading straight for Jiang Ning.

"Clang—"

Jiang Ning raised his hand, spreading his five fingers, and the sound of a crisp metal collision echoed between heaven and earth.

The sword arc, capable of splitting mountains, shattered three inches from Jiang Ning’s palm, as if hitting an invisible wall of copper and iron, breaking inch by inch into countless golden fragments that dispersed like smoke clouds.

Afterward, the massive Demon Suppressing Sword was firmly grasped by Jiang Ning’s hand.

Having received this sword, Jiang Ning’s body remained utterly unmoved.

"What?!"

On the city wall, Prince Zhenbei’s pupils contracted sharply.

"Is this his strength?" Beicang King murmured.

At this moment.

The Demon Suppressing Sword suddenly disappeared from Jiang Ning’s hand.

The arm of the Eight-armed Dharma Aspect holding the Demon Suppressing Sword raised its hand, and the sword reappeared.

It was clearly a technique of turning illusion into reality.

"Well done, take this move!!" King Zhuanlun spoke again.

The voice came from the eight-meter-tall Eight-armed Dharma Aspect, resounding like a deity shouting from the clouds, as golden thunder above raged.

With those words, the arm holding the Vajra Pestle raised it high above its head.

The Vajra Pestle, initially a Buddhist treasure against demons, now in King Zhuanlun’s hand, exuded overwhelming destructive pressure.

Several golden divine thunders struck down from above, landing on the Vajra Pestle.

At this moment, the Vajra Pestle, enveloped in the golden divine thunder’s power, descended upon Jiang Ning.

The world darkened.

Facing this blow from above.

The six-meter-tall figure appeared even smaller before the eight-meter Eight-armed Dharma Aspect.

Yet at this moment, Jiang Ning neither dodged nor evaded.

He raised his right hand, fingers spreading open.

Then clenched his fist, punching towards the descending Vajra Pestle.

Boom—

Numerous golden divine thunders exploded immediately.

Arcs of light swept across, turning vegetation to ash, rock to powder.

The earth’s veins trembled, the soil churned, and behind, at the Celestial Palace City’s walls, soldiers felt the ground beneath them tremble, the walls seemingly about to collapse, bodies swaying.

Rumble—

The next moment.

A section of distant wall collapsed, boulders rolling down.

At the collision center between Jiang Ning and the Eight-armed Dharma Aspect, the Vajra Pestle shattered, turning into countless golden light spots.

"Good! Good! Good!"

King Zhuanlun’s voice now carried a trace of exhilaration.

"As expected of the King Luoshui who dares to challenge me! Now witness this strike!"

The third arm of the Eight-armed Dharma Aspect moved.

That was the Demon Suppression Hook.

The moment the Demon Suppression Hook was released, it was silent, like a viper emerging from its nest, coiling and spiraling.

Upon its tip, golden divine thunder condensed, transforming into the finest hair-like thunder threads, weaving through the void to form an impermeable thunder net, descending upon Jiang Ning.

This strike was not as simple and fierce as the Demon Suppressing Sword and Vajra Pestle.

It was strength concealed within softness, death hidden in gentleness.

On the city wall, Xu Zhen, the Prince Zhenbei, observed this scene, his gaze focusing: "This hook is even more cunning than the previous two strikes!"

Beicang King also frowned deeply: "This Eight-armed Dharma Aspect of King Zhuanlun, each arm performs its own function, each possessing divine skills, truly troublesome!"

However, on the battlefield.

Faced with this strike from the Demon Suppression Hook, Jiang Ning still did not dodge or evade.

He stood still, with his six-meter Golden Body in place, unmoving. Just before the Demon Suppression Hook was about to fall upon his shoulder, his shoulder slightly shook.

The Demon Suppression Hook originally targeting his shoulder was guided by an invisible force, scraping past his Golden Body and falling into empty space.

At the same time, the thunderous net descending from above also fell short, disintegrating three feet in front of him and dispersing into tiny golden flecks, vanishing into thin air.

Mastering Yin Yang, his attainment in the path of Soft and Hard was incredibly profound.

Previously, he also had a high attainment in the Yin Yang Soft and Hard Sword.

Seeing the Demon Suppression Hook couldn’t harm Jiang Ning, King Zhuanlun was not annoyed; rather, he was somewhat approving: "King Luoshui is indeed worthy of achieving the Immortal Realm through the Dao Foundation of Yin Yang, the path of Soft and Hard can’t truly harm you!"

"Then let’s try this move!"

With those words, the fourth arm moved.

It held the Treasure Umbrella.

The Treasure Umbrella opened and slowly rotated, its surface glistening with rainbow-colored light.

As the Treasure Umbrella rotated, bands of rainbow light rippled outward like waves, making the air viscous and seeming to solidify the heavens and earth.

It was a kind of suppressive force.

As the Treasure Umbrella rotated, an invisible suppressive force surged toward Jiang Ning, trying to completely constrain his Golden Body and render him immobile.

Jiang Ning felt his body sink, as if a mountain were pressing down on his shoulders, making movement difficult.

Understanding the change within his body, he was clear in his mind.

The power of the Treasure Umbrella wasn’t solely a force of suppression, but rather a domain-like power, one of the many Divine Skills of the Eight-armed Dharma Aspect, specialized in restricting an opponent’s movements.

With a thought flashing through his mind, he took a deep breath.

The next moment.

His blood boiled and then ignited.

Scarlet flames spread instantaneously from his body to his Golden Body measuring sixteen feet tall.

With the scarlet flames covering him, the Golden Body, no longer in a glazed gold hue, under the shroud of scarlet flames, emitted a strange divine light of intertwined gold and red.

The manifestation of Heart Tribulation Fire unleashed limitless power from within.

That force, erupting like a volcano, roaring like mountains and seas.

He stomped hard with his left foot.

Boom——

The ground fractured, mountains shifted.

With the power of that stomp, he was like a golden cannonball, breaking free from the gleaming light of the Treasure Umbrella, soaring into the sky.

His form shot upward instantly, reaching the height of the Treasure Umbrella held by the Eight-armed Dharma Aspect.

Then he raised his hand and delivered a mighty punch.

This punch had no complex changes, no manifestations; it was merely a simple and direct punch.

His fist flew straight toward the Treasure Umbrella held by King Zhuanlun.

Facing this punch, King Zhuanlun didn’t dare to be negligent.

He raised his fifth arm.

It was the Lotus.

The Lotus bloomed, layers of petals unfurling, with each petal flowing with golden Buddhist light.

The Lotus blocked before the fist, petals expanding layer upon layer and enveloped by the Buddhist light, forming an insurmountable barrier.

However, manifested with the Forbidden Technique and heart tribulation fire power, combined with the strength enhancement of the sixteen-foot Golden Body, Jiang Ning’s power instantly ascended to a higher level.

Boom——

With a punch, the Treasure Lotus exploded, and the Treasure Umbrella shattered with it.

Just at this moment.

King Zhuanlun’s sixth arm moved.

Holding the Dharma Conch.

The Dharma Conch was placed at his lips and blown.

Wooo——

A deep, chilling sound resonated, striking directly at his Spirit Platform, shaking his Primordial Spirit.

It was an attack on his mental will.

Jiang Ning felt a shock to his Spirit Platform, as if an invisible heavy hammer had struck hard against his Primordial Spirit.

At that moment, King Zhuanlun didn’t pause; he quickly raised the Treasure Bottle held by the seventh arm, placing it above his head.

Then the bottle’s mouth flipped downward, aimed at Jiang Ning.

On the bottle’s surface appeared a glaze of jade color, golden Buddhist light flowing unceasingly.

A whirlpool emerged at the mouth of the bottle, spinning as a terrifying suction burst forth, seemingly aiming to engulf the entire heavens and earth.

The horrifying suction descended.

Jiang Ning immediately felt the surrounding space distort, drawing him rapidly towards the bottle, the surrounding scenes transforming into light and shadow swiftly passing through his mind and eyes.

He knew, he was being drawn into the Treasure Bottle.

He was shrinking, swiftly being drawn closer to the mouth of the Treasure Bottle.

Wooo——

The conch sound echoed again, shaking his Primordial Spirit and blurring his consciousness.