With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 704 - 578: Grandmaster! Three Punches!

Seeing this scene, the Dragon Elephant, who had been indifferent and silent, suddenly turned his gaze.

In his eyes, ng Chuan had also changed.

In this world, there was only this chaos-like color, but unfortunately, the background was not pure white.

A dark torrent surged, but its foundation was weak and lacked the support of true jiang.

For the first ti, the Dragon Elephant’s expression changed, and in an instant, he laughed and urged his true jiang, the clouds trembling from the shock.

A giant elephant reappeared for a mont, facing the chaotic-colored fist intention.

With ng Chuan’s strike [Five Aggregates Disordered Fist], it was firmly resisted and couldn’t land.

It was like a freeze-fra mont, his whole body stuck mid-air.

Unable to move forward or retreat, his fist couldn’t be pulled back, his legs trembling, threatening to fail to maintain on the Cloud-Ascending Ladder and fall at any mont.

The Dragon Elephant’s eyes slightly narrowed, his right fist slowly extended from beneath his cassock—

This punch was extrely simple, yet it seed to have absorbed all the surrounding sounds, appearing calm and unruffled, only ng Chuan knowing its severity.

On the white paper in his eyes, this punch was like a divine thunder exploding, a volcano erupting, even tearing a resounding echo out of the paper, as if unable to withstand the great force, about to tear apart.

Everything turned into nothingness.

On the white paper.

Chaos attempted to clash and pull against the imnse force, but only for a fleeting mont.

Bang!

Before ng Chuan’s eyes turned dark, his body, like a ragdoll, struggled with all its might just to barely stop the fall.

"Pooch."

Force through Hua Mountain, the entire white paper was split from the middle.

His chest felt as if struck by lightning, ng Chuan was sent flying backward.

His previously knotted muscles turned into a mist of blood, scattering explosively.

The most tragic was, the blood and flesh of his right arm vanished into thin air, leaving only stark white bones, tracing a bloody arc in the air, falling straight toward the base of Shaoshi Mountain.

The heavens and earth fell silent, no sound from the monks, only hearing a "thud" collision, as ng Chuan vanished from sight.

"Is it over? What happened?"

"Was he... blown up?"

"Amitabha—if any beings chant Amitabha and wish to be reborn, that Buddha will dispatch twenty-five bodhisattvas to escort the cultivator.

..."

A monk’s voice trembled, while others began reciting the [Sutra of Rebirth] for ng Chuan without another word...

These were martial artists, or monks who had just entered the Martial Arts Family level.

In this duel, they couldn’t even see clearly.

In their eyes, everything was like a montary bloom.

In the sky, two points intersected, repeatedly projecting double images in their eyes.

Suddenly, the world blurred, and ng Chuan disappeared out of thin air, vanished.

Yet in the eyes of the masters, it was not entirely so.

Dharma Heaven and Earth, what is "Heaven and Earth"?

True jiang was like a barrier in the clouds, without the ability to see through, one would be eternally trapped within the Dharma Heaven and Earth’s realm.

ng Chuan comprehended this path, breaking through obstacles to get close, in order to face a punch.

Even the strongest Three-Limit Master has a cognitive gap with a Grandmaster at this level.

The magnetic field created by the mixed forces of true jiang was like a white cloth covering your eyes.

If you can’t even take it off or tear it apart.

How could you fight with eyes covered?

However, ng Chuan managed to do it.

With his willpower, he was able to pierce through this cognitive barrier!

Including Venerable Shi, exclamation marks lit up one after another in their minds.

It’s unimaginable how steadfast this young man’s will is!

And then he just flew out...

Huijue combined his hands voidly toward the rear mountain, then signaled to Venerable Shi.

Soon after, a flash of fire tore through the Dragon Elephant’s silk, the cry of a phoenix echoed through the valley, his figure covering a thousand ters as it disappeared.

...

In the valley.

Huijue focused his gaze, the figure seed as if just fished out of a pool of blood, blood dripping profusely.

In great shock, he heard heavy breathing, only then did he feel relieved...

He’s alive...

A gentle fire light circled around his body, Huijue repeatedly applied several rounds of "Baptism by Fire."

But ng Chuan’s face remained pale, his eyes tightly shut.

Only the wounds all over his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, surrounded by a layer of white light.

This was not just the effect of his own Phoenix Fire.

ng Chuan’s clothes were already shattered to pieces.

His bare torso, blood and sweat mixed, flowed like a stream.

Nourishing the green plants below, growing even lusher.

His blood was particularly heavy, pressing down on the vegetation instantly flattening it.

The leaves cracked dead from the middle, except the roots absorbed his blood, seemingly becoming more vibrant, rustling loudly, digging deeper into the soil.