Chapter 947: Show-off for Only Three Seconds

Ah!

In the pitch-black world, the air was filled with the furious roars of the Hei Pao Ren.

However, no matter how loudly he roared, it did nothing. In the next second, he was overwhelmed by a torrent of attacks.

Ye Chen and his companions were each more ferocious and unyielding than the last.

If it came to one-on-one combat, none of them might have been a match for the Hei Pao Ren, but they had strength in numbers!

The poor Hei Pao Ren, though incredibly tough, was beaten beyond recognition in this brutal assault. Ever since his black pagoda shattered, he hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath.

No wonder Fu Yan couldn't help but laugh!

Who was he? He was a Zhun Di, whose cultivation and combat power were suppressed to the extreme by Da Chu. To be beaten black and blue by a group of Quasi-Heavenly Realm experts was a sight too amusing.

As the facts showed, there was power in numbers.

And as the facts also showed, never try to show off in Da Chu, no matter who you are—even if you're a Zhun Di, you'll end up on your knees here.

Ten Thousand Swords Unite!

Ye Chen unleashed his solo ultimate attack, piercing the Hei Pao Ren's body with a single sword.

The Hei Pao Ren staggered back, only to have Dao Huang chop off one of his arms from behind. Du Gu Ao struck with a world-shaking sword, severing his other arm, and Tian Zong Lao Zu wielded the Hun Tian Zhu, grinding him into a puddle of flesh and blood.

Whew!

Only then did everyone let out a heavy sigh of relief. The Hei Pao Ren's strength had far exceeded their expectations; under the siege of over a thousand Quasi-Heavenly Realm experts, he had held out for so long—something even the Mo Wang might not achieve!

Hmm?

Just as they relaxed, that puddle of flesh began to writhe.

At the sight, everyone's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

The writhing flesh flickered with a dark, inky light, and before their astonished gazes, it reformed into a human shape. The Hei Pao Ren, who had just been pulverized into gore, had rebuilt his body.

As long as a cultivator's soul remains intact, even if only a drop of blood is left, they can still come back to life.

Everyone acknowledged this point, but it required an extraordinarily resilient soul and profound Dao cultivation. For the Hei Pao Ren to reconstruct his body in such a short time was terrifying.

"You all truly deserve to die."

Their astonishment was shattered by the Hei Pao Ren's furious roar, his aura surging rapidly.

A dignified Zhun Di, blasted apart by a group of Quasi-Heavenly Realm experts—this was an indelible humiliation. The Hei Pao Ren was enraged, making the entire world tremble, with thunder rampaging across the virtual sky.

"Still trying to show off? We'll blast you again."

Man Shan had already swung his battle axe and charged forward.

Like him, everyone else joined the attack once more. If they could destroy him once, they could do it again.

Boom! Bang! Rumble!

Soon, the heavens and earth echoed with rumbling sounds again.

The battle reignited, fierce and intense.

It was worth noting that although the Hei Pao Ren was powerful, his moment of bravado lasted less than three seconds before he was beaten into the dirt again.

Thus, in under a minute, he turned back into a heap of flesh.

Just like the first time, the flesh writhed, and the Hei Pao Ren's body reformed once more, though his aura weakened slightly.

What followed was quite the spectacle.

As Man Shan had said, the Hei Pao Ren rebuilt his body time and again, only to be destroyed each time by the group. After dozens of rounds, everyone was left panting, while the Hei Pao Ren was driven to madness.

"You all go ahead; I'll take a break."

Gu San Tong waved his hand and stepped out of the fight, drenched in sweat.

"Damn it, is this guy unkillable?"

Wu Ya Dao Ren plopped down on the ground.

"I'll rest too."

Zhu Ge Lao Tou Er joined them, gasping for breath, and stared at the Hei Pao Ren with a look of astonishment. "I've lived over eight hundred years and never seen anyone this tough."

"The root is in his soul."

Tai Xu Gu Long halted his attacks, narrowing his eyes at the Hei Pao Ren.

"His original cultivation isn't at the Quasi-Heavenly Realm."

Ye Chen pondered aloud.

"As you said."

Tai Xu Gu Long spoke meaningfully. "At least at the Da Sheng level, but suppressed by Da Chu. His Yuan Shen has been reduced to a soul level—extremely powerful and hard to erase. As long as his soul endures, he can rebuild his body from even a drop of blood."

"No wonder he's so resilient."

"He shouldn't be from Da Chu."

Tai Xu Gu Long mused. "Most likely an outsider."

"I sense Mo Sha from him."

Ye Chen turned to Tai Xu Gu Long. "Could he be from the Mo Clan?"

"No connection to the Mo Clan at all."

Tai Xu Gu Long took a deep breath. "His Mo Sha is completely different from your Mo Dao or the Mo Wang's Mo blood. It's a mysterious force manifesting as Mo Sha. From him, I feel something extremely familiar, but my memories are incomplete, so I can't confirm his true origin."

"Very strange—he hasn't used the Hun Dun Zhi Yan yet."

"That isn't the true Hun Dun Zhi Yan."

Tai Xu Gu Long reflected. "It's just a trace of the Hun Dun Zhi Yan's origin. But one thing is certain: in this era, someone has awakened the Hun Dun Zhi Yan, and the trace in the Hei Pao Ren's eyes came from that person."

"So, the one before us isn't much of a threat."

Ye Chen said calmly.

"Use Shen Shang!"

Tai Xu Gu Long transmitted to the group. "His soul is too strong. If it isn't destroyed, he can keep rebuilding. Don't delay—end this quickly."

"Got it!"

Gu San Tong and the others leaped up, their foreheads glowing with brilliant divine light.

Like them, Wu Ya Dao Ren, Zhu Ge Lao Tou Er, and Dao Huang also activated the Shen Shang secret technique. This heaven-defying soul-targeting art had been passed down by Tai Xu Gu Long to Ye Chen, who then shared it with everyone. Now, the entire Tian Ting—disciples and elders alike—knew it.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The air filled with the ringing of swords as divine light swirled around everyone's foreheads.

At this, the Hei Pao Ren's face changed dramatically. What he carried now was merely a soul, not a Yuan Shen. Though this level of soul technique couldn't harm his Yuan Shen, it could severely damage his soul.

Immediately, he turned and fled in a single step.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The only one not using Shen Shang, Ye Chen, stepped forward and slashed him back with a knife.

"Exterminate!"

The group shouted coldly in unison, beams of dazzling divine light shooting from their foreheads.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

On the spot, the Hei Pao Ren's head was pierced repeatedly.

To everyone's shock, even with over a thousand Quasi-Heavenly Realm experts using Shen Shang together, they couldn't kill him outright.

"Again!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, and the group unleashed it once more.

This time, even the Hei Pao Ren's resilient soul couldn't withstand the second wave of Shen Shang. His divine sea was ravaged, his sturdy soul riddled with wounds, and his entire body exploded.

Ah!

The Hei Pao Ren roared in fury, blood streaming from his seven orifices, but he was powerless to fight back. With his cultivation suppressed to the Quasi-Heavenly Realm, how could he stand against over a thousand opponents?

Pfft!

As blood splattered, his head burst open. The third wave of Shen Shang utterly destroyed his soul, turning his body into a puddle of flesh, then into scattered blood mist, and finally into flying ashes.

The black-robed elder died in utter frustration—a mighty Zhun Di meeting such a humiliating end.

Meanwhile, Gu San Tong, Wu Ya Dao Ren, and Zhu Ge Lao Tou Er had already rushed forward, circling the area with sharp, gleaming eyes, as if searching for something.

"What are you looking for?"

Su Jia Lao Zu asked in bewilderment.

"What else? Treasures, of course."

Gu San Tong replied. "Someone this powerful must have valuable loot."

"Is that so?"

Su Jia Lao Zu rolled up his sleeves and joined them eagerly.

"We should search thoroughly."

The group of old timers hurried over, scanning everywhere with eager eyes, hoping to find something useful—even a fragment of a Ling Qi would do!

"Don't bother."

Tai Xu Gu Long took a swig from his wine jug. "Someone of this level has an internal space world. Once he dies, everything inside turns to ash."

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Zhu Ge Lao Tou Er cursed.

"Would it have made a difference?"

Tai Xu Gu Long shrugged. "That was his internal space world; we couldn't access its treasures anyway, unless we'd knocked him out or sealed him first. But that was never an option."

"Oh, come on!"

The group of old timers groaned in disappointment.

"Let's go."

Ye Chen glanced at the sky and turned to leave first. "The Three Sects Grand Competition is about to begin."