Immortality Martial Arts: I Started with the Five Animals Health Fist Chapter 981 - 225: Heavenly Saint Mountain Trembles! Holy Pi

The formation activated, and that familiar sense of fatigue swept over him, as a wisp of Su Changkong’s Essence Qi Spirit entered the Dream Dinsion, manifesting as a puppet incarnation.

anwhile, Zhang Yang Yun also revealed his incarnation in the Dream Dinsion thanks to the connection of the formation!

"Be careful!"

They faced each other from afar, and Zhang Yang Yun gave a warning before striking instantly.

"Crack crack crack!"

Zhang Yang Yun’s head split into three, and under his ribcage, two pairs of arms grew out, transforming him into a state with three heads and six arms.

With three heads and six arms, that was the Divine Skill Zhang Yang Yun possessed. In this state, he seed to have three minds, able to use three different Martial Arts Skills at the sa ti, multiplying his combat power exponentially.

He was most skilled in close-quarters combat!

And in his six palms, he held weapons like axes, halberds, hooks, and tridents!

"Kill!"

With a sway of his figure, Zhang Yang Yun broke through space and charged, with three heads and six arms, his Blade Technique, Swordsmanship, and Ax Technique rging into one, grinding towards Su Changkong.

This Zhang Yang Yun was an elite born from a great clan, who had stepped into the tier of Divine Seed Martial Saint through his own cultivation. His Divine Skill of three heads and six arms was truly outstanding. For average Martial Saints who had refined the Divine Seed and Entered Saint realm, it was difficult to even withstand him for a mont!

"Not enough."

But Su Changkong remained composed. He used the Geng tal silkworm silk, and a vast number of silks extended, so soft and boneless, coiling and strangling, others tough as sharp swords, piercing through, aiming straight for Zhang Yang Yun’s vital points!

"Clang clang clang!"

Zhang Yang Yun’s eyelids twitched. He switched from offense to defense, swinging the weapons held by his six palms to deflect so of the Geng tal silkworm silk.

"Ssss!"

But more Geng tal silkworm silk coiled and strangled, impregnable, cutting through and penetrating each of Zhang Yang Yun’s weapons, attacking him from all angles like a blanket.

"Not good!"

Zhang Yang Yun realized sothing was wrong, but he couldn’t fend off the Impregnable Geng tal silkworm silk.

"Ssss ssss ssss!"

Zhang Yang Yun’s body, under the binding and cutting of the Geng tal silkworm silk, was inevitably torn into pieces without a doubt.

The light curtain dissipated, and Zhang Yang Yun was panting heavily.

"What kind of Divine Skill is that? Even my three heads and six arms could hardly resist, easily torn apart!"

With sweat streaming down his forehead and his Sea of Consciousness damaged, causing throbbing pain in his brain, Zhang Yang Yun was utterly shocked.

Su Changkong’s Geng tal silkworm silk wasn’t about flashy transformations; its characteristics were toughness and impregnability. Each strand of silkworm silk was a blade that cut through everything. If one couldn’t defend or dodge, it was a path to certain death!

"I lost..." Zhang Yang Yun forced a bitter smile. He had anticipated that he might not be stronger than Leng An, and such a defeat seed normal, but to be defeated so effortlessly was quite frustrating.

"Strange... what kind of move is that? That doesn’t seem to be his Divine Skill, he hasn’t even activated the Divine Seed, but those strands of silk are so sharp, probably even the armor of Divine Artifacts would be torn apart!"

The man in green quietly frowned; he had been secretly observing the battle between the two in the Hall of Hundred Battles Array and was quite surprised.

The observant elderly man in green could tell that what Su Changkong used was not the Divine Skill associated with the Divine Seed but a technique that ca rely from opportunity, just like a Blade Technique that evolves into specific moves.

This revelation left the elder in green astonished; without using Divine Seed, and rely with the moves he executed casually, he created killing techniques? The silk’s sharpness was such that it effortlessly tore through the robust bodies of Saint Warriors who had Entered Saint realm!

"Zhang Yang Yun is from the Zhang Family, a major clan, and he was also defeated with ease? Just what is the background of this man nad Su?"

Everyone was astounded by Su Changkong’s strength, having consecutively defeated Leng An and Zhang Yang Yun, who were both very strong in the first layer Heaven of Divine Skills. But Su Changkong faced them with almost total dominance!

"Brother Su... I also wish to challenge you!"

Soone’s eyes brimd with eagerness, wanting to glimpse Su Changkong’s techniques, even if defeat was likely and Primordial Liquid was wasted. But a battle with such an unrivaled powerhouse of the sa tier was worthwhile!

However, Su Changkong stood up, shaking his head, "I’m a bit tired... forget it."

Su Changkong had no desire to continue. He had only co here to experience the wonders of the Hall of Hundred Battles Array. Once he understood the principle of the Array, which was to construct a space similar to the Dream Dinsion, his interest waned, knowing well that battling here was far from the genuine life-and-death combat.

Furthermore, with Su Changkong’s strength, facing ordinary warriors of the first layer Heaven who had Entered Saint, he could crush them without using Divine Skills, lacking any challenge.

And if he faced enemies on the level of Wang Zhongqiu, Su Changkong would have to use his Primordial Spirit. He didn’t want to reveal his strongest trump cards; if his capabilities were fully known and soone took an interest, targeting him specifically would be dangerous!

"Soone was spying just now... it must have been that green-clad elder."

Additionally, Su Changkong could keenly sense that soone else had been spying on his fight with Zhang Yang Yun, most likely the man in green.

With no further interest in accepting challenges, the rest knew his strength and at most would spar, not risking a wagered fight and the exposure of their own killing moves and trump cards.

"Then... let’s spar when there’s ti."

The Saint Warrior who wanted to challenge Su Changkong, upon hearing this, was quite disappointed but could only shake his head.

Without delay, Su Changkong left the Hall of Hundred Battles. This trip had yielded so fruit; 10 taels of Primordial Liquid was quite a sum for an ordinary Martial Saint.

"It’s a pity. If he had fought a few more tis, I might have been able to catch a glimpse of his thods. But his opponents are too weak, barely putting any pressure on him."