Chapter 157 - Burning Palm vs Molten Fists

A terrifying spatial tremor ripped through the sky above the foggy valley.

Because the Nine Seed Transference Art linked every soul anchor together to a main anchor, the sudden obliteration of Chen Wuhen’s body struck the demonic vessels’ soul seas like a physical hammer.

Elder Yun Song’s expression froze, and his puppet threads went slack. Yan Jingshu coughed a mouthful of black blood, his bronze mirror tumbling from trembling fingers. Every vessel across the battlefield stiffened in collective shock.

"The main body perished?!"

The Tiger Demon’s bloodshot eyes widened in sheer horror. Looking up through the thinning fog, it saw Chen Wuhen’s ruined body and Su Ming’s barely conscious body falling toward the ground.

Throwing its head back, the beast roared in primal fury.

Flames erupted along its spine. Abandoning Peak Master Lei Zhenwu, the beast kicked off the bedrock, soaring straight into the sky with unsheathed claws aimed directly at Su Ming’s neck.

"Peak Master Su!"

Lei Zhenwu roared in fury. He kicked off the ground to intercept, but Yun Song reacted with desperate attempt. The old man jerked his fingers, pulling five tranced Heavenly Cloud Sect elders directly into the path of Lei Zhenwu’s descending halberd.

Lei Zhenwu gritted his teeth and pulled his strike back, the sudden shift in momentum tore through the ground as he slammed the halberd into the ground.

High in the air, Su Ming was falling barely conscious.

His mind was dark, drowning in total exhaustion. Yet something approaching alerted every instinct to move away.

’Wake up!’

Su Ming’s consciousness snapped back.

His dantian was completely dry. His meridians ached with severe pain. In this fraction of a breath, there was only one thing he could do.

Deep within his soul sea, the Embryonic World Seed churned slowly.

Su Ming reached into that newborn realm and drew a thin thread of World Origin Qi. It was a costly choice. Tapping the raw energy of such an embryonic world seed strained its foundation, directly slowing its growth. But survival came first.

The Origin Qi flooded his empty meridians like a raging tsunami.

Su Ming flipped his body in mid-air and landed heavily on the ground.

Above him, the Tiger Demon plunged downward, its flaming fist descending to swallow Su Ming as a whole.

"With your swords gone, you have no way to stop me! Die!" the Tiger Demon roared.

Su Ming could not retreat. He had no sword left to draw. He simply planted his feet and raised his right palm wrapped in Yang Origin Flames.

Clang!

The collision sounded like an ancient bell.

The beast’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Su Ming looked up, his dark eyes cold and calm.

"Who told you I needed a sword to kill you?"

Su Ming twisted his hips and thrust his left palm forward. Golden Yang Flames surged along his arm as he executed the Refined Burning Palm once again.

Boom!

The blast bypassed the defenses of the Flame Lord Armor, as a wave of pure yang flames blasted through its back.

The Tiger Demon’s eyes went white as the armor cracked. It almost fell backward, but that was not nearly enough to defeat a Nether Abyss Tiger Demon who was in the Demon Lord Realm.

At this current moment, there was not much difference between Su Ming and the Nether Abyss Tiger Demon in terms of their raw physical strength.

As the tiger demon snapped back and threw a barrage of molten flame punches, Su Ming met them with precision with his Refined Burning Palm again and again. But this battle of attrition was not something that Su Ming could win. With every clash, the shockwaves traveled up his flesh and bones, forcing his body to step back gradually.

Across the valley, Lei Zhenwu blocked a barrage of puppet strikes and shouted, "Peak Master Su, can you hold on?!"

Su Ming deflected a savage molten fist with his palm and grunted back, "Not for much longer!"

Hearing those words, Lei Zhenwu’s expression hardened.

"Hold on!"

Lei Zhenwu planted his boots and drove his Saint Halberd into the earth. Silver-blue arcs of True Stellar Meteor Lightning erupted from his body, expanding outward in a crushing wave.

The gravity increased tenfold in an instant.

The twenty tranced elders were forced downward, their knees buckling as the heavy gravity pressed them flat against the ground, immobilizing them instantly. At the same time, the crushing lightning wave blasted the eight-armed Yin-Flesh Puppet far away.

With the elders immobilized, Lei Zhenwu directly teleported forward like a thunderbolt, swinging his halberd between Su Ming and the Tiger Demon.

"Your opponent is me, demon!"

The halberd collided with the tiger’s molten claws, overpowering the tiger demon in an instant.

At the same time, he grabbed Su Ming and threw him backward like throwing a pebble.

Su Ming was dumbfounded for a moment, but realizing the situation, he let out a sigh of relief as he slowly landed on the ground thirty yards away.

Yet the relief lasted only a second.

Elder Yun Song and Lady Tao spat a mouthful of blood onto their hands. Refusing to let Su Ming recover, Elder Yun Song forced the Yin-Flesh Puppet to rise from the rubble, sending thousands of dark spiritual threads into the air. Lady Tao too forced the Soul-Charming Bell to ring again.

The puppet and three tranced elders immediately moved towards Su Ming, charging straight at him.

Su Ming stood weaponless in the face of an upcoming attack. Trapped in the difficult situation, suddenly an idea clicked in his mind.

He closed his eyes for half a breath.

When he opened them, the puppet and the elders were almost upon him.

From deep within his soul sea, the coiling shadow of the void dragon roared in primal fury.

Su Ming unleashed his Void Dragon Will.

Roar!

A soundless spiritual roar exploded from his soul. The shockwave crashed directly into the clouded minds of the twenty elders.

The hypnotic charm of the Soul-Charming Bell shattered into fragments. The elders gasped as their clouded eyes regained their light, gaining back their consciousness in a flash. The instant their minds woke up, their Qi surged through their meridians, snapping Yun Song’s spiritual puppet threads from the inside out like brittle straw.