Chapter 189: A Few Seconds of Combat

The last to appear was naturally the Underworld King Snake, which had been following Zuo Zhicheng all along. As a creature with monstrous strength, when Zuo Zhicheng traveled to Haijing, he had chosen to have it follow him secretly as one of his hidden methods.

Upon seeing the giant snake’s appearance, both the Dharma King of Destruction and Dharma King Zhuan Lun, as well as Dharma King Daoyu, showed surprise in their eyes.

“Underworld King Snake!” Just as Dharma King Daoyu uttered these words, she felt a Bloody Wind blow against her face. A massive figure, like a speeding train, was already crashing toward her.

Ah!

With a piercing scream, the Underworld King Snake and Dharma King Daoyu were already fighting. In the chaotic tumbling and rolling, the snake’s shadow flashed wildly, stirring up countless waves of snow and clouds of dust. Naturally, Dharma King Daoyu could not match the beast in raw strength, so she fought while retreating, using her Power of Mind and Spirit to attack the Underworld King Snake.

This was, of course, Zuo Zhicheng’s command. Compared to the strange, iron-skinned giant and the young monk radiating a scorching aura, the female priest’s Power of Mind and Spirit seemed the most advantageous for the Underworld King Snake to handle, given its physical resistance. So, Zuo Zhicheng ordered the Underworld King Snake to attack Dharma King Daoyu.

The woman and the snake fought as they moved, trailing clouds of snow into the sky, gradually distancing themselves from the main battlefield.

On the other side, the Dharma King of Destruction and Dharma King Zhuan Lun did not go to assist. Instead, they positioned themselves front and back, intently watching Zuo Zhicheng. A suffocating pressure washed over them. Qingyue Qiu and the others, caught in this battlefield, even felt it was somewhat hard to breathe.

“Incredible, Zuo Zhicheng. I never imagined you could tame an Underworld King Snake,” Dharma King Zhuan Lun moved his lips, his eyes emitting a dangerous light. “But with the three of us acting together this time, you’ll have something to boast about even in the Underworld.”

“Let’s do this!”

Zuo Zhicheng knew they were trying to increase psychological pressure or provoke anger, so he gave them no chance to continue.

After a fierce shout, he pushed off hard with his foot. The entire ground seemed to tremble from the force. Even Dharma King Zhuan Lun, standing over a hundred meters away, could feel a slight shaking under his feet.

Then, a terrifying killing intent descended from the sky. This intent was so thick it felt almost solid; Dharma King Zhuan Lun even sensed a bloody taste in the air. Along with the killing intent came an intense chill, almost making the hairs on his back stand on end.

But Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s reaction was also very fast. He pressed his palms together, then spread them like a blooming lotus. At the same time, he let out a thunderous cry, ready to launch a long-range scorching sun attack.

But halfway through forming the hand seal, Dharma King Zhuan Lun forced himself to stop. Because right before him, Zuo Zhicheng’s body flickered slightly. With one step, he covered nearly twenty meters. Then, with another powerful stomp accompanied by an explosive sound from the ground, his body flickered again, advancing another ten-plus meters.

The whole movement looked as if he were shrinking the ground with each step. After just a few strides, he had closed to within forty or fifty meters of him.

‘Qixing Step?!’

‘How can Qixing Step be so fast!’

Qixing Fist was a widely spread martial art, much like Sumeru Long Fist. Many martial artists learned it from family traditions. Dharma King Zhuan Lun naturally knew of this martial art; he even practiced Qixing Fist himself. But the Qixing Step usually allowed a burst of only five or six meters in one leap. Nothing like Zuo Zhicheng’s leaps of over ten meters.

In that brief instant, as Zuo Zhicheng flickered closer, his Heartscape also enveloped Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s body. A freezing sensation spread through his blood, limbs, and torso.

Dharma King Zhuan Lun immediately realized his opponent’s speed far exceeded his expectations and that Zuo Zhicheng had no intention of letting him use a long-range attack.

‘Hmph, trying to finish me off right away? How arrogant.’ Seeing Zuo Zhicheng’s movements, Dharma King Zhuan Lun perfectly understood his intent and sneered inwardly. ‘Even if your stamina is better than mine, surely I can hold out for a few moves? Once the Dharma King of Destruction and Dharma King Daoyu handle their situations, with three against one, you’re doomed.’

But the next second, Zuo Zhicheng made Dharma King Zhuan Lun completely understand that, in a direct confrontation, he really couldn’t hold out for more than a few moves.

He saw Zuo Zhicheng’s body flicker one last time, accompanied by flying snowflakes. In an instant, he dashed to within five meters of Dharma King Zhuan Lun. Then, Zuo Zhicheng opened his mouth, exhaled sharply, his lungs and throat vibrating intensely as a torrent of air rushed out.

Roar!

This was the sound strike technique from the Lion Fist that Wu Zhi’an had learned. But when Zuo Zhicheng used it, it was countless times more powerful than Wu Zhi’an’s lion roar. In his hands, this lion roar technique wasn’t just for mental impact or force exertion; it had tangible, destructive power.

The oncoming air bomb exploded right in front of Dharma King Zhuan Lun, stunning his mind. But he was, after all, a Dharma King of the Dìyù Gate. Though the attack was unexpected, his hands moved instinctively.

He saw Dharma King Zhuan Lun clasp his hands together as if holding a sun, then thrust them violently toward Zuo Zhicheng. In Zuo Zhicheng’s eyes, Dharma King Zhuan Lun truly held a sun in his hands—he was directly pushing his Heartscape’s Crimson Sun toward Zuo Zhicheng.

The muscles in his arms bulged, strength erupting. Like the sun god from ancient legends pushing the sun and moon, he hurled a sun ferociously at Zuo Zhicheng.

Legend said that in ancient times, the sun god ‘Mang’ fought the moon goddess ‘Lun’. In the end, Mang pushed the sun and smashed it into the moon, crushing Lun to death.

Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s current move carried the momentum of that legendary clash, stirring the heavens.

This move was top-tier in every aspect: physical power, Mind Attack, and the artistic conception of the technique itself. Just this one move clearly showed that the Crimson Sun Monk was far inferior to Dharma King Zhuan Lun.

Facing this extremely fierce attack from Dharma King Zhuan Lun, Zuo Zhicheng’s eyes held a cold light, his face expressionless. He did not dodge or evade. Instead, he extended his left hand, clenched his fingers into a fist, and slammed it hard toward Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s hands.

Boom! With an explosive swirl of air, in Dharma King Zhuan Lun’s eyes, Zuo Zhicheng’s punch was like the sky falling. It came with violent force and the coldest, most silent killing intent.

If he was using his hands to push the sun, then Zuo Zhicheng’s punch was as ferocious and cold as a Black Hole, swallowing the most terrifying power in the universe. Even if you were the sun, it would scatter you utterly.

The next moment, their fist and hands collided. An intense energy burst forth from the impact. Centered around them, the snow at their feet flew outward in all directions as if hit by an invisible shockwave.