Chapter 1848 - 178: The Fall of the World’s Second King Zhuanlun, Invitation from the Great Snow Mountain! (Part 2)

In an instant, endless golden light erupted from his sixteen-foot golden body.

It was a golden light far more powerful than the Great Sun.

Billions of golden rays burst forth from Jiang Ning’s sixteen-foot golden body, instantly dyeing the heavens and the surrounding mountains in gold.

Countless people looked at this figure and closed their eyes in unison.

Just as people dare not look directly at the Great Sun at noon.

At this moment, seeing Jiang Ning, who seemed like the rising Great Sun at close range, King Zhuanlun’s pupils shrank dramatically, and his heart was overwhelmed by an incredible shock.

He could clearly feel that the aura on Jiang Ning at this moment had instantly climbed up a level, completely surpassing what it was before, reaching a whole new domain.

This kind of aura was no longer at the level that belonged to the so-called second in the world.

Just sensing this aura, all the hair on his body stood on end, and he felt a sense of dread.

"You were still hiding your strength just now?!!" King Zhuanlun’s voice came from the mouth of the eight-armed Dharma Aspect, filled with incredulous astonishment.

Jiang Ning did not answer.

He merely raised his right arm and clenched his fist with five fingers.

Then he punched forward towards the eight-foot-tall eight-armed Dharma Aspect.

This punch was simple and unadorned.

But in King Zhuanlun’s heart, it was a huge shock.

He felt an intense death threat.

In an instant, he moved all eight arms.

Vajra Pestle, Demon Suppressing Sword, Golden Wheel, Dharma Conch, Treasure Umbrella, Lotus, Treasure Bottle, Demon Suppression Hook.

The eight Magic Artifacts simultaneously emitted the most dazzling light, and eight Divine Skills’ powers converged together, forming a seven-colored light screen in front.

Boom—!!!

A thunderous roar shook the heavens and earth.

The seven-colored light screen shattered upon contact with Jiang Ning’s fist, breaking into scattered points of brilliance.

The fist’s momentum still did not stop.

Seeing the relentlessly approaching fist, King Zhuanlun couldn’t help but feel a sense of despair.

The appearance of all eight arms was his strongest power, also his strongest means.

This was a power that did not belong to him, originating from the mighty power of the Great Snow Mountain God.

But even such great force was still unable to stop Jiang Ning’s punch.

He instantly understood that the current second in the world was no longer a shared title among six people, but one monopolized by a single person.

Jiang Ning’s true strength had long surpassed them, these figures who had completely shocked the world, reaching a level that only stood beneath that of one other.

The next moment, the fist landed on the top of his head.

Boom—!!!

A resounding boom echoed through the heavens and earth, and the eight-foot-tall eight-armed Celestial Dragon Dharma Aspect collapsed entirely under Jiang Ning’s punch.

Buddha light shattered, scattering like flying glass.

The eight-armed Dharma Aspect crumbled.

At the moment of facial collapse, the expression that emerged was one of intense unwillingness.

The next moment.

As the Dharma Aspect completely shattered, a dense blood mist began to disperse.

On the Celestial Palace City wall.

Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen and Beicang King looked at this scene with wide eyes, faces full of disbelief.

"One punch!! Just one punch!!" Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen murmured in disbelief, "That eight-armed Celestial Dragon Dharma Aspect, those eight Divine Skills Magic Artifacts, they clearly came from the power of the Great Snow Mountain God!"

"Such power, yet it was settled with a single punch!!" Beside him, Beicang King murmured too, full of indescribable emotions.

On the city wall.

The soldiers were now staring dazedly at the sixteen-foot golden body outside the city.

They had just witnessed the eight-foot-tall eight-armed Dharma Aspect, a vast existence akin to the descent of myth.

Yet under Jiang Ning’s punch, it collapsed into dust, turning into a mist of blood.

This scene had already exceeded their scope of understanding.

Three miles outside the city.

Jiang Ning withdrew his fist, and the red flames circulating on the sixteen-foot golden body gradually extinguished, the brilliant golden light also slowly restrained, revealing his true form.

Looking at the dispersing blood mist ahead, waves rippled through his heart.

"Did I overestimate him, or am I now too strong!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind.

Just now, when King Zhuanlun unleashed the eight-armed Dharma Aspect, wielded seven Magic Artifacts, used seven Divine Skills, he dared not underestimate King Zhuanlun at all.

Hence, almost all his means had been used.

He originally thought it would require a fierce battle to take down such an inconceivable eight-armed Dharma Aspect.

Yet unexpectedly, with just one punch, he killed this North Barbarian State Preceptor, King Zhuanlun.

One punch turned him into a mist of blood, with no doubt. The physical strength difference between the two was no longer in the same league.

The gap between the two was so vast that even he himself was a bit surprised.

He looked down at his right hand, fingers slowly clenched, then loosened.

The majestic power within flowed, dragon and tiger meeting, Golden Core restrained, Primordial Spirit perched upon the Spirit Platform, merging with the body.

At this moment, he clearly felt the progress he had made over these days.

Unwittingly, he had already reached ahead of vast majority of people in the world, reaching far beyond the strength of the second in the world.

"King Zhuanlun was strong, but ultimately borrowed power, whereas my power was ground out step by step from real effort!" Jiang Ning murmured, his face showing a touch of confidence.

Then, he looked northward.

At the horizon’s end, he faintly saw a snowy mountain.

The mountain soared high, connecting with the heavens and earth, seeming eternally present.

The Northern Barbarian Grassland Great Snow Mountain, he knew, was the greatest reliance of the Northern Barbarian Grassland.

The next moment.

His gaze focused.

He saw a Great Snow Mountain rapidly expanding in his vision.

At first, he could still see its overall outline, then all he could see was snow, a world of white, dominating his sight.

"Young friend, would you like to visit my Great Snow Mountain?" A gentle and clear male voice sounded in his ear.

Hearing this voice, Jiang Ning’s heart was shaken.

He instantly understood that this was the voice of that legendary deity of the Great Snow Mountain.

It was a being who had lived unknown ages.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Young friend can consider at leisure, I’m always waiting at the Great Snow Mountain! And don’t worry, I mean you no harm! Considering your current strength, for you to break the eight-armed Celestial Dragon Dharma Aspect with just one punch, I might not be able to do anything to you myself."

With the drop of gentle words.

The Great Snow Mountain in front retreated swiftly

In just a moment, it disappeared from view.

The scene before him was still the same as before.

The mountains ahead were the Northern Barbarian army’s sprawling camp.

In the camp, those originally fierce and unruly grassland warriors were now in unprecedented disarray.

The Grassland Knights on the Great Snow Dragon horses were also looking at each other, hands trembling as they gripped their knives.

And at this moment, images of the scene just now floated within Jiang Ning’s mind.

He knew the conversation was with the deity of the Great Snow Mountain.

From those words, he gained much information.

The Great Snow Mountain deity expressed friendly intentions, inviting him over.

Also clearly expressed that they meant him no harm.

Even admitted, the deity’s strength might not be comparable to his own.

Yet, how much of those words were true or false, he could not discern.

Because he had never interacted with this legendary deity.

While he was still pondering in his mind.

"Long live King Luoshui!"

"Long live Great Xia!"

"..."

The Celestial Palace City wall suddenly erupted with thunderous cheers.

The soldiers defending the city raised their weapons high, loudly cheering, the sound wave rolling in, one louder than the next.

Those soldiers who had just been oppressed by the Buddha Country, now trembled with excitement, eyes filled with fervor and reverence.

They witnessed a myth firsthand.

An eight-foot-tall eight-armed Buddha Dharma Image was shattered with a punch by a sixteen-foot golden body, which had already surpassed their understanding of martial prowess.

To their eyes, it seemed like a battle of gods.

Beicang King took a deep breath, suppressing the surging waves within his heart, turned to Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen beside him, and quietly asked, "Brother Xu, what do you think his current strength is? How close is he to that one?"

Hearing this question.

Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen pondered for a moment and then slowly said, "Perhaps just a step away."

Beicang King also nodded in deep agreement.

"I think so too! With such performance, how could it be as simple as being the second in the world before? Perhaps currently in this world, there is only such one!"

He then added, "Brother Xu, do you think this world will really give rise to another existence like that?"

"A step away, as difficult as reaching the heavens!" Prince Zhenbei Xu Zhen shook his head, expressing disagreement.