Chapter 1418 - 777: The Cold-Hard Chief Judge, Overpowering All Beasts! (Part 3)

Chapter 1418: Chapter 777: The Cold-Hard Chief Judge, Overpowering All Beasts! (Part 3)

Meng Chuan doesn’t think too much about it, nor does he mind.

No need to explain.

Now as "Meng Grandmaster," he doesn’t need to explain things in detail to others.

...

The institute is still brightly illuminated at night.

Among the six-layered treasure land, a figure sits on the Team Divine Mat.

The untransformed water spirit surrounds, forming a mist-like presence around the body.

Meng Chuan practices while contemplating, scratching his temples and suddenly feeling enlightened:

"The formidable physique feeds the soul, acting as a ’key’ with True Martial Will, coupled with eternal certification, reverse pattern observation, and other special characteristics. Through spiritual connection, entering the spiritual world created by predecessors for immersive learning..."

This is why he can absorb others’ spiritual power as a mark and step into it for learning.

This method resembles a form of inheritance but is of a higher level.

In the cosmos, there has long been similar documentation, resembling the Soul Shadow Daoist technique.

"Perhaps..."

After the online course ended, he kept thinking, sitting cross-legged in contemplation until now.

Though he wishes to understand the reason behind it, he doesn’t delve deeply into the principle or obsess over it.

It’s good enough.

Practicing is the same; the higher you go, the path becomes more indistinct and diverges in all directions.

Asking others for advice doesn’t yield answers; rather, it blurs one’s own understanding.

Since there are benefits and no wrong paths, just enjoy it.

Grabbing a handful of water spirit to wash his face, Meng Chuan closes his eyes to meditate, and his Inner World slowly unfolds.

The great sun hangs high, with subtle whispering mysterious stars shining beside it.

Besides that, there are two larger light spots.

Tiger and Crane double form marks!

After the online course ended, he chatted with Luo Qin of the Celestial Master Mansion for a while and leisurely "borrowed" the imagery of the Glacier Crane.

Meng Chuan could sense, at the moment the mark condensed in the Inner World, Luo Qin’s face changed with astonishment.

He sensed something, wanted to speak but dared not, wanted to ask but dared not.

Meng Chuan knew, but he didn’t explain much.

The Crane Immortal acted freely, using what was needed and then leaving...

Returning to his senses, as he rubbed his fists together, his whole body tensed, making the spirit even more dangerous.

"Let’s meet that dead tiger..."

Now, the method for Meng Chuan to enter the spiritual world has long changed significantly.

Both physique and soul transcend together.

...

Familiar mountains and forests come into view, the sound of rustling wind moving through the woods.

Wind follows Tiger.

Just stepping in and standing stable, Meng Chuan’s Heart Spirit tightened in an instant.

He smelled a spirit, scraping from afar.

A familiar rancid breeze.

Whoosh—!

An enormous beast crushes a large amount of foliage and shrubs; in the darkness, a tiger head as large as a building emerges first, followed by a look of disbelief in the tiger’s eyes narrowing to needle points.

"Hmm? Why is it him again?!"

Though long unseen, there are no more than five people in the human world who can enter this image and meet it, making the tiger’s impression of Meng Chuan particularly deep.

He’s the only one who doesn’t practice Elephant Form yet can step into this spiritual world as a peculiar martial artist!

"I recall if I’ve killed him before, but is it two or three times, can’t remember... No wonder the boy stares at me as soon as he enters, with such a fiery mood..."

A thousand feet away, the tiger stands still.

Looking at him from afar, with calm yet domineering eyes.

"Dead tiger..."

The piercing muscle-tearing sensation and memories surge into his mind.

Meng Chuan eyes the tiger, crouching slowly, secretly exerting force.

His right arm suddenly swells open, fingers spread wide, pressing upon the ground, with a "boom," the earth descends, fractures spreading for hundreds of feet.

Bang!

Fierce wind tears the air, exploding like a dragon’s roar, the tiger’s whiskers tense in surprise, its large paws anxiously clawing.

Fingers clench slowly as he stands up, lifting a large chunk of ground mixed with heavy soil and plant root systems high above his head.

"Catch this!"

Meng Chuan slightly bends, raising his arm to the sky, flexing and exerting strength, easily tossing a mountain-sized hundred-foot mud block.

Accompanied by immense power driving it forward, an explosive sound shreds the airflow; a layer of soft and invisible "film" wraps the mud block, keeping it intact.

Aiming at the tiger’s head, Meng Chuan first "greets" it with this.

I’m standing right in front of you; do you see how different I am from before?

"Roar..."

The tiger lowers its brows, forelimbs crouching on the ground, hind legs raised high like a scorpion’s tail over its spine, the corners of its mouth gleaming with fierce light.

"Roar!"

Another angry roar echoes through the mountains and woods.

The mud block still flying in the air shatters into countless blackened pieces.

Meng Chuan’s robe flutters, a gleam in his eyes.

Suddenly, sees a large fang pressing against his cheek, before moving, revealing a bloody maw!

"Whoa! Not bad speed!"

...

As the words settle, Meng Chuan’s surroundings suddenly rise.

Square-foot airflow like dragons and phoenixes dance, mixed with the energy of wood, gathering killing intent and rising mist.

A massive paw larger than a city wall comes facing him, Meng Chuan’s scalp exploding in that instant, but his Heart Spirit fears not, flipping his palm to meet fiercely.

As spirit gushes, the sky turns from clear to overcast in an instant, a buzzing sound erupts; Meng Chuan rises and falls like a swallow, body spanning the air, practically like a bulldozer, forcefully pushing against the tiger, plowing it backward.

Hand after hand, continuously clashing with the tiger, causing it to retreat gradually; Meng Chuan’s heart fills with endless wild joy.

Boom!

Large patches of earth and sand fly, tiger malevolence dense to a dizzying degree, yet it cannot match Meng Chuan’s strength after Breaking Four.

The tiger is not clumsy, instantly withdrawing its forelimbs, jumping in the air, kicking twice with its hind legs, spinning to the cliff wall and turning back to look at Meng Chuan.

In this moment, he sees the flamboyant tiger’s neck mane like steel needles bristle, vibrant and flying, covering the back like flowing light.

Shang Ruyi’s spiritual mark, source from Divine Skill Beast King Map.

Meng Chuan had long speculated, this isn’t an "ordinary tiger," likely another alien species.

"Is Great God of Profound Nether around? What do you think this tiger’s origin is?"

"..."

No response; Meng Chuan rubs his nose, withdrawing his Inner World’s intent, yet sees the unfamiliar large tail covering his view, the next moment, the tiger head again comes close.

"Let’s talk!"

"...Roar!!!"

The rancid wind hits, as Meng Chuan sees, unable to negotiate, lowers his body, leaning back when both sides overlap, holding the white tiger’s belly tightly and twisting himself to sit atop it.

Already during the Three Limits period, Meng Chuan was a human form of a hundred-ton king.

Now Breaking Four, his weight is even more terrifying; with force and seated vigor, he presses the tiger’s knees to the ground, its eyes nearly popping out.

Meng Chuan keeps moving, reaching for the tiger’s neck, only to feel cold sweat on his back, the broom-like fluffy large tail suddenly tenses, terrorizing like a steel whip, whistling through the air.

Tiger malevolence flickers intertwiningly, dispersed in the swinging fur strands facing the sky, reflecting back into Meng Chuan’s eyes.

The tiger’s eyes are terrifyingly fierce, the "king" character between its brows engraved like a razor.

"Roar! Get off!"