With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 560 - 512: Wrath Fuels the Heart Demon, Rampage at t

A deep, thunderous rumble followed closely behind.

The giant palm crashed down with a bang!

Thousands of fiery red flashes, wrapped in sand and bricks, were flung into the air, splattering in all directions.

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anwhile, the situation was escalating far beyond what the monks had anticipated.

ng Chuan transford into a twenty-ter giant, leaving everyone utterly astonished.

Seeing the impact about to hit them, the monks hurriedly scattered to dodge.

From a distance, they watched the central battlefield, but no one dared to intervene!

This was originally the training ground for the Shaolin prodigies.

With the elders absent and chaos on the battlefield, even the masters of the Three Limits couldn’t find an opportunity to take action and could only wait.

In this massive warrior monastery, ng Chuan ran riot alone!

The dust settled, and the monks saw the training ground looking as if it had undergone a magnitude-nine earthquake.

Countless massive trenches interlaced, as rings of ash-earth waves spread outward uncontrollably.

From a distance, anyone who could keep up with their eyes saw this terrifying scene.

The giant chased a streak of golden light, pounding it wildly, like a moving groundhog thumper, with each punch creating a massive, bottomless pit.

At this mont, ng Chuan’s murderous intent blazed, not halting for a second as he relentlessly pursued and attacked Huijue.

Flashing forward to catch up, his powerful fists discharged thunderous force!

The shadow of death lood, driving Huijue’s heart demon thoroughly into a corner.

Huijue ca to his senses but found it impossible to counter or restrain the enraged ng Chuan.

He could only rely on the speed granted by the third great limit’s mutation to desperately evade ng Chuan’s pursuit.

He dared not lose focus even for a mont; getting caught for just an instant would an total annihilation!

ng Chuan’s power horrified him.

If this continued, it would depend on who exhausted their strength first and couldn’t maintain their enormous form any longer.

Alternatively... His own strength could wane, and he’d be caught and smashed into a pulp...

Counterattacking, his strength was inferior to ng Chuan’s.

Gathering his intention was tiring and would be easily torn apart by the opponent’s twenty-ter form in no ti.

The Buddhist Hard Skills he once trusted completely could not withstand even a single blow, turning into a joke.

Huijue had no choice but to bitterly hold on, fleeing in all directions.

Yet another five-ter-sized palm shadow lood overhead; Huijue’s hair stood on end as he narrowly dodged.

A rain of flying debris shot up from the ground, striking his spine with a stinging pain.

Huijue ca to a halt, his body unsteady.

It turned out that his footing was unstable on the uneven ground.

He was about to fall into the pit!

ng Chuan saw this scene, a cold-blooded smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, revealing sharp teeth gleaming with cold light!

His hands moved even faster.

This punch was particularly ferocious.

It was as if a towering lightning pillar suddenly fell!

"Old man, I’m sending you to et the Buddha..."

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BOOM!!!

The earth cracked, dust and debris flying in all directions.

The pit took another violent hit, expanding outward once more.

At the sa ti, its depth far surpassed the twenty-ter height of ng Chuan.

At this mont, ng Chuan’s heart was filled with the joy of revenge.

In the pit, his arms were swinging shadows, showering sparks and lightning as he hamred wildly.

In the heat of the mont, he soared a hundred ters high, only to crash back into the pit forcefully!

With punch after punch, he dug the pit deeper and deeper, shaking the warrior monastery that was built along the mountain and bringing it to the brink of collapse!

In the pit, ng Chuan’s eyes burned crimson, with even a small black dot in the center, dazzling if you dared to look directly.

He continued his frenzied plowing.

In the pit, only the soil and dust rustled.

In reality, Huijue’s figure had long disappeared.

Above the warrior monastery, a white cloud drifted leisurely.

On the cloud, an old monk with white eyebrows was rubbing prayer beads, along with the robed Venerable Shi in light yellow.

Huijue was also lying beside them, looking at ng Chuan’s frenzied state below, full of lingering fear.

If not for the tily rescue of Abbot Baii, he would likely have been finished by now.

Had he fallen into the pit, he would have been like garlic crushed into a paste, long turned into blood pulp.

Abbot Baii looked at the entire monastery, his heart bleeding...

Especially the training ground, which was basically ruined.

The once neat and solid concrete ground had completely turned into rubble.

In the big pit, ng Chuan finally began to lose strength.

Unable to maintain his ultimate form, his body shrank continuously.

Yet his hands kept pounding furiously at an imaginary enemy.

Only the motion gradually slowed, the swinging and striking of his arms going from a blur to one blow at a ti.

Above the clouds.

Watching ng Chuan vent his rage below.

Venerable Shi’s eyes saw the heart demon.