Chapter 1195 - 1194: Blasted Apart with One Punch!

"How is this possible?"

Outside Holy Spirit Mountain, countless Celestial Immortals let out a wild cry.

The might of a single palm was actually this terrifying; Eight-faced Buddha had used every method he possessed, yet not only had he failed to block Ye Qingchen's palm, he was blasted back hundreds of zhang, and both his arms were completely shattered!

Many Western Wilderness Demon Cultivators' faces involuntarily sank.

Was the strength of the Celestial South Fierce God truly this fearsome? Could it be that even Eight-faced Buddha, who hailed from one of the Twelve Demon Sects, was not his match? If even Eight-faced Buddha were to lose, wouldn't they, these Demon Cultivators, really have to slink back in disgrace to the Western Wilderness?

The Cultivators of Southern Heaven, on the other hand, could not help but shout in excitement.

The Twelve Demon Sects had swept across Southern Heaven; over these past few months, heads rolled and blood flowed, the world was overturned. They had once fallen into utter despair, believing that eternal night had descended, that the Celestial South Cultivators would never be able to rise again.

Now.

Ye Qingchen's palm forcing back Eight-faced Buddha made them feel an indescribable surge of pride and vindication!

Only Su Moran's expression remained grave, the worry in her eyes not lessened but increased.

"What comes next is the most troublesome moment..."

"Ah?"

Those around them were puzzled.

...

Within Holy Spirit Mountain.

Eight-faced Buddha slowly halted, glanced at his severed arms, and the eight faces upon his body grew incomparably gloomy. To block that palm of Ye Qingchen's, he had already unleashed all of his strength just now, yet he still ended up in such a state.

"Ye Qingchen, you truly live up to the name of Celestial South Fierce God. The power of that punch far exceeded my imagination! Not only is your True Qi as vast as the sea, no weaker than a top-level Earth Immortal, your fleshly body is likewise tempered to the extreme!"

As he spoke.

Boundless black mist converged, first condensing into bone, then forming muscle and veins, layer by layer wrapping around. In the blink of an eye, his two severed arms had returned to normal. On those eight faces of his, a mocking expression appeared:

"A pity that you are destined to die here in the end... If you obediently offer up your fleshly body and surrender, I can still leave you a thread of soul to reincarnate!"

Eight-faced Buddha fixed his gaze on Ye Qingchen, eyes filled with greed.

For a Ghost Cultivator.

A cultivator's fleshly body was even more precious than any Heavenly and Earthly Treasures. All the more so a Dragon Elephant Body like Ye Qingchen's, which far surpassed an ordinary Celestial Immortal; in his eyes, it was practically the legendary Cyan Jade Glaze Bodhisattva Golden Body.

"Just you?"

Ye Qingchen narrowed his eyes slightly.

In response.

Eight-faced Buddha only let out a cold laugh. With a wave of his hand, one of the faces upon his body suddenly twisted into ferocity, emitting a terrifying roar.

"Dong!"

Astonishing footsteps rang out.

That face had already leapt free, transforming into a Ghost God of towering stature. This Ghost God was no different from Eight-faced Buddha—also a hundred zhang tall, draped in black robes—save that it possessed only a single face!

"Dong!"

Then came a second sound! A third, a fourth!

By the time the eighth sound resounded, the eight faces on Eight-faced Buddha's body had vanished, replaced instead by eight Ghost Gods at the Celestial Immortal Seventh Layer! Adding Eight-faced Buddha's true body!

In an instant, Ye Qingchen was facing nine Celestial Immortals at once!

"Ye Qingchen, how about now?"

Eight-faced Buddha stood at the center, his tone filled with mockery.

"These eight Ghost Gods are all ones I have hunted over these several thousand years! Each of them was once an Ultimate Venerable Powerhouse who dominated a region, or a patriarch of some territory! Every one of them is no weaker than I am!"

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, there is still time!"

...

"What's going on?"

Outside the mountain, the watching Celestial Immortals cried out in shock.

Almost in an instant.

The Chaos Sky Curtain Array's power surged severalfold; the entirety of Holy Spirit Mountain was shrouded in black clouds, to the point that even the Celestial Immortals watching from outside could no longer discern what was happening within.

They only felt that Eight-faced Buddha's aura had abruptly skyrocketed, and that at the same time, he had split into nine!

"This is bad!"

Su Moran's expression darkened.

On the Demon Cultivators' side, however, everyone wore mocking smiles.

Eight-faced Buddha.

Had finally gone all out!

Eight-faced Buddha alone was already enough to reign over a region as a Ghost God. Moreover, he possessed eight Ghost Gods no weaker than his true body, just as powerful! Within the Twelve Demon Sects of the Western Wilderness, no one had ever been able to defeat Eight-faced Buddha in single combat!

"A generation's Celestial South Fierce God will, in the end, lose his life here!" Ji Xiuling's eyes were full of ridicule.

...

"So this is your final trump card?" Ye Qingchen slowly raised his head, looking at the eight newly manifested Ghost Gods before him, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"What did you say?"

Eight-faced Buddha's expression tightened.

The killing intent of the nine Ghost Gods surged skyward in unison.

Yet Ye Qingchen only slowly shook his head. "I had thought you possessed some heaven-toppling method, but it turns out to be merely this! If these are all the cards you have, then this Holy Spirit Mountain will be your burial ground!"

"You court death!"

One must know.

These eight Ghost God puppets were his strongest trump card, and also the foundation that had allowed him to rampage across the Western Wilderness for so many years. Never had anyone dared to speak of them in such a way!

Originally!

Eight-faced Buddha had intended to toy with Ye Qingchen for a while, but at this moment, he wished only to execute Ye Qingchen on the spot and seize his soul!

"Boom!"

With a roar of fury.

Eight-faced Buddha had already swung his arms, sweeping up the Ghost Gods as he transformed into nine heaven-shocking, frenzied shadows, like nine bolts of roaring lightning, like world-ending tempests, all charging straight toward Ye Qingchen!

Eight-faced Buddha alone was this terrifying; now that the Ghost Gods charged alongside him, what kind of scene was this!

Nine figures soaring to the heavens howled as they descended; only Ye Qingchen stood there alone, solitary. Gazing at the overwhelming, bone-chilling ghostly aura bearing down on him, Ye Qingchen slowly lifted his head:

"Numbers alone are far from enough!"

He clenched his hand into a fist and lightly stamped his foot!

"Dong!"

That single stomp was like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting; the entire Holy Spirit Mountain violently shuddered. A massive fissure spread madly from beneath his foot, in an instant sweeping across the entire peak.

The whole of Holy Spirit Mountain was actually stomped into two halves by Ye Qingchen!

"Rumble!"

Under Eight-faced Buddha's horrified gaze.

Ye Qingchen's entire being had already shot forth, like a raging dragon bursting from the depths, stirring up a long, towering wave in the void, like a heaven-shocking bolt of lightning slicing through the air. He ignored the many Ghost Gods surging toward him and charged straight at the nearest one!

"Dong!"

A deafening boom erupted in an instant, as though heaven and earth were collapsing.

That Ghost God had been charging forward, ghostly qi surging to the heavens, almost shaking an entire stretch of void, like a raging tide sweeping in, intent on drowning all existence. Yet before Ye Qingchen, it was like a great river sundered by a single stroke of the blade, abruptly split into two.

And that Ghost God within, under this ferocious impact, was like being rammed by some savage beast. That colossal body exploded apart in an instant!

As the boundless black clouds and ghostly qi dispersed, Ye Qingchen slowly came to a halt, grinning:

"These are your Ghost God puppets?"

"Too weak!"