Chapter 191: Death Match (Part 1)

Seeing that he could not break through the defense for the moment, Qingyue Qiu had an idea—she directed the Shadow Guards to attack the nose, ears, eyes, and mouth of the Dharma King of Destruction.

This move proved effective. The Dharma King of Destruction either swatted them away with his hands or turned his head to dodge the attacks of the Shadow Guards.

Qingyue Qiu felt a surge of joy. It seemed that while his surface was tough, the inside of his body could still be corroded by the strong alkali.

However, at that moment, the Dharma King of Destruction suddenly turned his head and looked toward where Zuo Zhicheng and the Dharma King Zhuan Lun stood. He saw Zuo Zhicheng, holding the Green Frost Sword in one hand and the head of the Dharma King Zhuan Lun in the other, sneering coldly at him.

Even though his entire body was red from burns, his skin torn and covered in blisters, and he was drenched in blood and severely injured, no one could doubt his strength as he held the head of the Dharma King Zhuan Lun.

Under the astonished gazes of Qingyue Qiu and the others, the Dharma King of Destruction let out a roar of fury and slammed his palm heavily onto the ground.

As the possessor of Indestructible, the Dharma King of Destruction’s muscles, bones, and skin contained large amounts of carbon and iron, giving him an astonishing weight and making his movements clumsy.

However, his clumsiness did not diminish his explosive power. As a Martial Artist, training under such heavy weight had forged his incredible burst strength, especially when he used his own body weight to strike the ground as he did now.

It was as if a massive cauldron had crashed onto the earth. Lin Ganghao, who was closest to him, was shaken so badly that his legs went weak, as if he were caught in an earthquake, and he could barely stand.

After this strike, the Dharma King of Destruction stood up abruptly and charged toward Lin Ganghao like a cannonball.

Qingyue Qiu’s heart leaped. The Shadow Guards in mid-air immediately swarmed toward the face of the Dharma King of Destruction. It now seemed that only by entering his body through these openings could the Shadow Guards inflict any damage.

But as the Shadow Guards rushed at him, the Dharma King of Destruction clapped his hands together. His massive palms, like a thousand-pound gate, slammed together like a fan, creating a violent gust of wind that sent the alkali puppets flying, instantly breaking Qingyue Qiu’s assault.

Then, with a thunderous boom, the Dharma King of Destruction crashed down in front of Lin Ganghao like a meteor. Lin Ganghao, who was already unsteady on his feet, staggered and fell toward the ground.

The Dharma King of Destruction spread his huge, door-like palms and gently scooped toward Lin Ganghao’s body.

Though Lin Ganghao couldn’t escape with his feet, his hands still reacted. His saber transformed into countless flashes of light, cutting toward the Dharma King of Destruction’s palm, but it was useless. Instead, in his panic and desperation, he exerted too much force, and his saber snapped with a loud crack.

Finally, his head was gently gripped by one of the Dharma King of Destruction’s hands, while his thigh was seized by the other, and he was lifted into the air.

In this series of attacks, the Dharma King of Destruction displayed astonishing explosive force, capturing Lin Ganghao before anyone could react.

Over a hundred meters away, Zuo Zhicheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Meanwhile, Qingyue Qiu halted her attacks, and Tang Xianghui shouted, “Let him go!”

The Dharma King of Destruction revealed a cruel smile and applied a slight force with his palms. Lin Ganghao’s body began to stretch from the abdomen, accompanied by a pitiful scream.

The Dharma King of Destruction intended to tear Lin Ganghao in half alive.

He looked in Zuo Zhicheng’s direction and roared with a bloodthirsty expression, “Today, not only will you die, but everyone involved in this matter will die!”

At that moment, Zuo Zhicheng took a step forward and dashed toward the Dharma King of Destruction.

He was not there to save Lin Ganghao; he simply needed to seize the opportunity to eliminate the Dharma King of Destruction before the Underworld King Snake and the Dharma King of Daoyu settled their fight.

Waiting for the Underworld King Snake to defeat the Dharma King of Daoyu and then come to their aid was not his style.

Though his injuries were severe, Zuo Zhicheng did not even flinch. Ignoring the waves of excruciating pain, the reopening of wounds, the splattering of blood, and the tearing of muscles, he unleashed his full strength once again.

Previously, to kill the Dharma King Zhuan Lun, Zuo Zhicheng had combined his fist techniques with the Divine Light Sword. But now, facing the indestructible monster that was the Dharma King of Destruction, he could not engage in close combat unarmed as he had before.

A cold gleam of the sword flashed as Zuo Zhicheng charged forward, trailing a long streak of snowflakes. The tip of the sword, glinting with a frosty light, aimed directly at the eye of the Dharma King of Destruction.

When the winter thunder roars, the earth must quake. With this strike, accompanied by the shrill howl of vibrating air, it carried both the cruelty of winter and the majesty of thunder—this was the Flicking Finger Ice Thunder of the Cold Light Rippling Sword.

In that split second, the Dharma King of Destruction neither dodged nor blocked. With one hand still holding Lin Ganghao, he simply threw a punch straight ahead. Zuo Zhicheng moved so fast that the Dharma King could only see a blurry silhouette, but he relied on sound and instinct to strike at the point where the sword’s force was strongest.

As the punch was thrown, a golden hue spread across the Dharma King of Destruction’s body like dye dropping into water. In Zuo Zhicheng’s eyes, it was as if the Dharma King had been coated in gold lacquer, his entire body radiating a golden glow. Like an angry Vajra, he threw this punch with overwhelming authority.

This was the Dharma King of Destruction’s Heartscape—the Unbreakable Golden Body. It did not grant him powerful attacks or effects like intimidation or fear. Its sole purpose was to defend against all Mind Attacks. As long as the Dharma King of Destruction’s Power of Mind and Spirit was not exhausted, no such attacks could harm him.

With both the Indestructible Diamond and the Unbreakable Golden Body activated, neither weapons nor any form of Power of Mind and Spirit could injure him. Even Zuo Zhicheng’s Ice Soul Frost Demon Field had lost its effect on the Dharma King of Destruction.

His speed and movements remained completely unaffected.

Under these circumstances, Zuo Zhicheng crouched low, evading the punch from the Dharma King of Destruction. At the same time, he altered the trajectory of his sword, thrusting upward from below, aiming for the Dharma King’s eye, only to be blocked by the latter’s closed eyelid.

‘I refuse to believe even your eyeballs are this hard,’ Zuo Zhicheng thought fiercely. With a surge of strength in his left hand, the Green Frost Sword pressed against the eyelid of the Dharma King of Destruction, the blade bending into an arch.

“Ah!” A stream of blood flowed from beneath the Dharma King’s eyelid. Despite the eyelid’s protection, the sword had still managed to injure his eye.

However, this move left Zuo Zhicheng overextended, giving the Dharma King of Destruction an opening.

The massive iron fist, encased in bluish-black skin and golden light, shot toward Zuo Zhicheng’s chest like a battering ram, accompanied by the sound of exploding air. Visible concentric circles of compressed air formed around the Dharma King’s fist—a visual effect created by the sheer speed and power of the punch.

While the Dharma King of Destruction’s raw strength was not as great as Zuo Zhicheng’s, his enormous mass provided immense inertia and impact force.

Boom! Zuo Zhicheng barely managed to block the punch with his right hand, which had already been injured by the Dharma King’s previous counterstrike. This time, his right fist twisted unnaturally, accompanied by the sickening sound of cracking bones. The part of his right arm below the elbow was twisted more than ninety degrees.

Yet Zuo Zhicheng paid it no heed. Without even glancing at his nearly crippled right hand, he released the Green Frost Sword as a bright light began to glow in his left hand.