Chapter 648: Chapter 081: Against the Wind... Three Zhang
"Hissss—"
The killing intent was fierce, the energy bone-chilling, and the Void twisted.
Hou Chen’s attack was like a furious stormy sea, sweeping over everything.
Hu Zhichun was both shocked and furious as he tried to forcibly block it with a top-level Soul Artifact defense battle armor. Yet even the most formidable defense battle armor paled in comparison under Hou Chen’s assault.
Hou Chen’s offensive pressure descended like the Heavenly Que suppressing everything, overwhelming the Heavenly Vault. By comparison, Hu Zhichun seed utterly insignificant.
"Pfft—"
The defense armor Hu Zhichun had brought out was directly crushed by the relentless force, a terror to behold!
Hu Zhichun’s spirit received a shock, his whole body shuddering violently, as a mouthful of fresh, red blood spewed forth, then scattered into a mist by the trendous energy.
A shocking blood light shone in Hu Zhichun’s eyes as he suddenly raised his head, staring fixedly at Hou Chen, and said angrily, "Dare you deliver a killing blow?!"
His heart was understandably shaken and furious!
Even during his previous ferocious attacks, he never dared to actually deliver a killing blow, always keeping a slight reservation just in case! But right from the beginning of Hou Chen’s furious attack, Hu Zhichun sensed a ruthless, brutal, and insane aura; it was clear that Hou Chen was striking with the intent to kill!
Moreover, this young man’s hostile air surged to the skies, proving to be an extrely dangerous individual, not at all as fragile as Hu Zhichun originally thought—although Hu Zhichun considered himself wholly capable of overwhelming Hou Chen with his Sword Tribulation First Refinent Realm, the reality chilled his heart significantly!
At this mont, Hu Zhichun could only assu that this was Hou Chen’s ultimate move, an instant burst of maximal offense, after which he would weaken. Therefore, he sacrificed his own essence blood, condensing his own Tao to compete with Hou Chen on the basis of their cultivation foundation.
Before, the scene of the Soul Armor shattering nearly made him lose his composure; now extrely somber, he treated Hou Chen, who had just demonstrated the Sword Void Sixth Transformation, as an opponent in the Sword Tribulation Second Refinent.
Hu Zhichun’s predicant was witnessed by all the cultivators attracted by the commotion, who couldn’t help but be deeply moved.
Before this, no one believed that Hou Chen, such a little boy, could be so powerful, presuming that his entry into Nine Origin Heavenly City was due to Zhou Yan’s influence.
But now, that perception had finally changed.
"Not bad, to take a strike with twenty percent of my strength! But, I said I will make you despair, and I will indeed achieve it! Want to compete in our foundation, very well."
Hou Chen’s words echoed far and wide.
He had instantly grasped Hu Zhichun’s mindset, well aware of Hu Zhichun’s combat philosophy, seizing the initiative as Hu Zhichun’s expression drastically changed.
And in that instant, Hou Chen seized the fleeting opportunity.
"Fwsh—"
This sword was indescribably fast! So quick that Hu Zhichun could not even react!
Hu Zhichun’s pupils suddenly contracted as his body was already pierced through by a beam of Sword Light. Had it not been for his instinctual dodging born from countless life-and-death crises, his body would have been destroyed by this sword!
Because as this sword struck, a silhouette of an Abyss Giant Dragon rapidly materialized; had he not fled quickly enough, Hu Zhichun knew he would definitely have been devoured by this malicious dragon.
His every pore opened, his body hair stood on end, and his heart turned utterly cold.
No match, even though Hu Zhichun utilized the strength of the Sword Tribulation Realm, he was absolutely unable to contend with Hou Chen!
This gap felt imnsely vast! Hou Chen’s attack, like the Heavenly Vault crushing down, locked him in, leaving him no breath to catch, no chance to struggle.
"Ah—"
Hu Zhichun retreated thousands of ters before he realized that his body was completely soaked in blood, with a large, flesh-muddled hole in his chest, ford by a sword thrust and an additional twist.
After he retreated, the intense pain finally hit, and Hu Zhichun could not help but roar.
But, this was just the beginning.
"Sizzle—"
Emperor Qi Dragon Transformation.
The Transformation Dragon Skill was a thod from the ancient emperors, possibly even surpassing the Divine Tao, imnsely invincible.
Xingyi Profound aning, Green Dragon Sword Soul, and other dragon-shaped manifestations erged, a trendous force suddenly devouring everything around. At that mont, Hu Zhichun’s heart seed to stop beating. He roared, boosting his Essence Blood and Combat Power, unleashing a world-shocking strike.
This strike derived endless strength, as if to pierce through this part of the Void.
But the Emperor Qi Dragon Swallowing Heaven Technique was extraordinarily powerful. The Dragon-shaped Sword Soul, like a black lightning, opened a black hole in the Void, directly devouring the magnificent strike.
"Crack—"
It was as if sothing shattered, that sound of the Void and bones cracking echoed piercingly in the dead silence on Tianjun Main Peak.
"Howl—"
Hu Zhichun let out a mournful scream, as intense pain swept through him; his fully boosted Essence Blood strike, all its energy, was devoured in an instant!
Such a Cultivation Technique, devouring others’ Combat Power to enhance one’s own, growing stronger with battle, impossible to defy!
Despair already gripped Hu Zhichun’s heart, as the massive impact almost knocked him unconscious.
He suddenly recalled what Hou Chen had said earlier, intending to beat him until he despaired, even to humiliate him thoroughly! Now, as despair began, was he really going to endure that disgraceful scene?
"Never—since it has co to this, I will unleash the second Sword Tribulation by lifting the suppression of Heaven Creation’s decay, and I refuse to believe I can’t suppress you, a re Void Realm!"
Hu Zhichun went mad.
He had no way back, as he faintly felt that Hou Chen was not just talking big, he might actually beat him senseless!
That would be a great insult, absolutely unacceptable!
Better to die in battle than to live in disgrace!
Frantically, just as Hu Zhichun was about to lift the seal on Heaven Creation, the next mont, he suddenly found everything before him darkening; Hou Chen was sneering, standing right in front of him.
Hu Zhichun’s face turned ashen, and then he saw a dark shadow suddenly expand before his eyes.
"Bang bang bang—"
A terrifying force burst forth, sending Hu Zhichun flying backwards, the impact against his face from the imnse force almost made him feel like his head had flown off!
The clear sound of a slap echoed shocking countless onlookers.
"This..."
"This guy, he’s not soone to be trifled with. It seems that his earlier playful behavior with the little girl on the mountain was all fake. This guy is a lunatic when he fights, utterly crazy!"
"Hmm, completely reckless, not afraid to kill soone at all."
"This is truly a lethal move, even with an elent of humiliation! It seems better not to provoke or challenge this person in the future. Winning against him would just an defeating a child, no real glory, but losing could end up being brutal."
"Hu Zhichun’s face was swollen, and his neck was twisted sideways. What incredible physical strength that must require! And Hu Zhichun is soone who specialized in body refinent!"
"..."
Cultivators present couldn’t help but discuss animatedly among themselves.
"Ao—"
At that mont, Hu Zhichun was fiercely approached by Hou Chen, who then brutally punched him in the abdon with a bizarre fist technique.
The sensation at that mont was like all his internal organs had flipped over, the endless pain was added to his body, and his body was instantly paralyzed and out of control.
Hu Zhichun let out a miserable whimper of pain and felt a sinking in his heart, knowing it was ultimately over.
Indeed, a strong suction erged from his throat, followed by a sharp, nauseating, stomach-turning energy assaulting his throat.
"Ou—"
Hu Zhichun emitted a sound of dry heaving, and then, a scene that left all the cultivators dumbfounded occurred!
Hu Zhichun really started spewing filth from his mouth!
This scene was shocking to countless people.
Even the saints who were watching this battle found it sowhat unbelievable and were clearly shocked.
In the era of cultivation, cultivators are not like ordinary people, they shouldn’t be producing things like feces—unless deliberately brewed and accumulated in the body, otherwise, it would transform into impurities and waste gas expelled from the pores with breathing.
So, making soone spew feces from their mouth is not a matter of simple technique.
This Hou Chen, having brewed for a long ti beforehand, seed to be waiting for Hu Zhichun to brew feces? What a weirdo!
Moon Immortal, Fairy Die, and other saints like the Evil King and Yaochi Saint had a cold look on their faces, which were now incredibly expressive.
"Bold as the sky, even more arrogant than Zhou Yan!"
"This technique is a bit too much, needs a lesson, should be locked up in ’Desolate Land of Absolute Evil’ for a day to temper his disposition. Otherwise, his personality is too unrestrained."
Yao was sowhat speechless, his expression at this mont was quite sothing, yet he still held it in and said softly.
The other saints did not object but agreed by default.
...
"Ah ah ah ah ah—little bastard, I’m not done with you!"
"Ou—"
Hu Zhichun was furious, but the more he struggled and spoke, the more filth he spewed.
It turns out that from beginning to end, Hou Chen was just playing him, never bringing out his real combat power.
"You still want to fight? First replenish so energy, and rinse your mouth while you’re at it, or else it’s unbearable to sll. Of course, I, your grandpa, will kindly help you top up your energy, or where would you get the strength to fight again?"
Hou Chen said with a cheeky grin.
Then, he made a shocking move.
"Whoosh—"
Hou Chen opened his long robe and took off his tiny spiritual pants, revealing a thumb-sized, like a baby’s thumb...
"Ssh ssh ssh—"
He actually publically pulled down his pants and started urinating towards Hu Zhichun’s face.
Hu Zhichun’s eyes widened, trying to struggle, but he found that the Emperor Sword Intent at this mont, like the divine majesty of a saint, completely suppressed him, totally powerless to resist!
The previous paralyzing sensation was now even more intense, completely unable to control himself.
His neck was twisted, his face was swollen, facing all the cultivators with a mouthful of filth, and now, he was about to be urinated on by Hou Chen!
"Ah ah ah—"
He scread, roaring frantically, his voice extrely pitiful.
But the mont he opened his mouth, Hou Chen seized a perfect opportunity, "shoo shoo shoo—" a stream of transparent water fiercely shot out like a beam of light, brilliantly splashing into his face and mouth.
"Gulp gulp—"
Unable to control himself, urine and feces were forcibly poured into his throat.
"Ou—"
At this mont, Hu Zhichun wanted to vomit, but he could not vomit anything out.
...
"Pah—how shaless!"
This little brat, publically pulling down his pants, really has no sha!
Li Qing, Feng Ling Bamboo, Li Mingqiu, Zhou Ying, Zhou Qianqian, and others couldn’t help but turn their faces away and quietly spit, their pretty faces slightly blushing.
Zhou Yan was hardly proper, and this disciple was even more lawless, brash, and overbearing...this was truly a case of the student surpassing the master!
Many extraordinary won blushed and avoided Hou Chen’s invincible little ’finger’.
"Brother... how... does he have ’pee|milk’ now?"
Little Sisi stared at Hou Chen’s small ’finger’, puzzled, asking Feng Lingqing.
"Pee... pee... milk?"
Feng Lingqing’s beautiful face also had an incredibly expressive look.
...
"Hou Chen, do you still have no sha, acting so indecently, won’t you put your pants back on!"
Moon Immortal couldn’t stand it anymore and transmitted her voice to Hou Chen in the void.
Her speaking was not heard by any other cultivators.
But Hou Chen didn’t care, instead, he laughingly said, "Moon Immortal, don’t rush, I don’t care, why are you in a hurry? What a joke about being shaless, didn’t you see how many immortals were secretly looking at ? What’s there to be ashad of? I’m not proud or complacent because of it, after all, it’s not like my master’s arm-thick big thing, worthy of pride and boasting. But I believe that I can definitely be as big as that in the future."
Hou Chen shook his ’hand’, urinating three ters against the wind, then he touched his small ’finger’, shivered, and then proudly pulled up his pants.
The crowd of cultivators was utterly floored.
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