Holy Fist
Chapter 536 - 269 Settle the harvest, the finals are about to begin

Chapter 536: 269 Settle the harvest, the finals are about to begin

"Rumble rumble rumble..."

The air around them turned into layers upon layers of blurred ripples; fine cracks spread out in all directions across the ground, and the black soil within those gaps spewed out like sludge. The area was a scene reminiscent of an earthquake.

In the center of the battlefield.

The body of the golden-robed bishop had seemingly turned into a translucent outline of colors, as if he became a pure spiritual entity, his surface rippling like water waves.

He floated slightly in mid-air, his right hand slowly lifting an illusory heart.

Finally, he lifted it above his head.

"Buzz..."

The golden-robed bishop, seizing the moment, concentrated his spiritual will to the utmost, his pupils brilliantly lit. Silently, he recited the complex and difficult prayer incantations needed to invoke the Divine Arts, striving to communicate with the Eternal Sleep God. The nebulous blood essence within that illusory heart was precisely fragments of Divine Flesh.

"Existence in the void, Great Lord!"

"All things in creation, eternal slumber!"

The golden-robed bishop’s right hand suddenly exerted force, crushing the illusory heart in an instant.

"Boom!"

Instantly, the space within the surrounding area fluctuated inexplicably, a strange frequency descending upon them as if the power of some great existence had arrived in a flash.

Coming from the hands of the golden-robed bishop were layers upon layers of murmuring voices, continuously emanating forth. They were like the bizarre and unconscious gibberings of humans in their dreams.

With his fingers open, what was revealed was a black core.

The core was as transparent as a gemstone, containing a mouth-like ethereal shadow that was incessantly babbling something within.

Those murmuring voices were emitted by it.

"Dead Core!"

"It’s really succeeded!"

The golden-robed bishop was exceedingly excited, filled with immense elation. Since the decline of the Eternal Sleep Sect, there hadn’t been a Death Sleep Master of Dead Core Level for more than half a century. And now, he himself had the fortune to witness a Death Sleep Core!

"Unfortunately, it’s only a pseudo-core, created temporarily through the power of communicating with the Eternal Sleep God. A true Dead Core is substantial, not like this illusory state. However, even so, it’s enough!"

The golden-robed bishop grabbed the Dead Core, his face wearing a frenzied smile, and reinserted it back into his heart. The aura of his entire being spiked in that moment, surging wildly, frightening spiritual waves encompassing all directions.

The red Netherworld Mask on his face had amplified power to its limit.

"Hahaha!"

"I can feel it, the power of my Sound Wave Technique is soaring!"

The golden-robed bishop suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the approaching Ghost Mask; a flash of fierceness in his eyes, he immediately opened his mouth.

"Roar!!!"

A ring of spiraling, expanding circular sound waves shot out, directly striking the Ghost Mask head-on and sending it flying backwards. The outermost and largest ring of sound waves, as big as a building, swept out at high speed, instantly blasting apart four to five houses in its flight path, reducing them to dust.

"And you too!"

The golden-robed bishop spun around, his right hand striking towards Bai Xiao, a massive spiritual force instantly invoked, condensing into a visible, translucent Sound Wave Giant Palm in mid-air. The giant palm swung down, smashing towards the top of Bai Xiao’s head.

"Boom!!!"

At the explosion’s site, a deep pit five meters in diameter appeared on the ground.

Inside the pit, Bai Xiao’s arms were raised high, his sturdy limbs like Demon’s Horns propping up, as if armored in iron-cast exaggerated muscles, veins popping, the muscle lines twitching and jumping like steel cables.

"Crack crack crack..."

The two sides were locked in a crazy battle of strength, with golden-red sparks flying.

The Sound Wave Giant Palm constantly bombarded the ground with soundwaves below, blowing up the surrounding ground inch by inch. But Bai Xiao’s tank-like body erupted with an ancient bronze color, emitting vibrations reminiscent of a bronze bell’s reverberations.

Counteracting the onslaught of the sound waves.

"Hmm!?"

"Kneel before me!"

The golden-robed bishop’s gaze swept across Bai Xiao and he became furiously enraged; the terrifying spiritual force in his mind howled out, and after amplification through the red mask, it was like wild waves and torrents. The Sound Wave Giant Hand swelled up and solidified even more.

In the palm of the hand, one could even see magnified, intricate palm lines.

"Boom!"

As the giant hand pressed down, the power surged, and the sound waves roared wildly.

"Crack!"

But, after a loud explosion, the entire massive giant palm was instead lifted upwards by a meter. Through the distorted air and ripples of the sound waves, the golden-robed bishop suddenly saw an expressionless face, as well as a body below the head like that of an ancient barbaric god, mighty like a wild dragon, thick as a boulder, the sheer height of three and a half meters absolutely akin to a rampaging giant.

His pupils were like black ebony, deep and undisturbed.

"A small increase in strength and you’ve become so inflated?"

The rumbling, like the sound of a huge bell, reverberated throughout the vicinity.

"I thought it was something formidable."

"But it turns out, it’s just the level of a Martial Artist’s outburst in the Extreme Realm."

"Heh heh..."

Behind the golden-robed bishop, from the collapsed ruins of the house, a low chuckle could be heard. The Ghost Mask, previously swallowed by dust and vanished, slowly emerged from a hole in the wall. Unharmed, only the corners of his clothes were torn.

He had just witnessed the golden-robed bishop employ the Eternal Sleep Divine Skill, which indeed caused a slight alarm—this was unexpected. Ghost Extinguisher had thought that he was about to face another Sect Leader Level enemy, but it turned out that the golden-robed bishop was not as strong as he imagined, barely at the peak level of a Martial Artist in the Extreme Realm.

The kind of moves he used, terrifying sound wave shocks with every action, were probably comparable to an ordinary extreme of the Extreme Realm. But Ghost Extinguisher was not afraid of the Extreme Realm, as he was at the pinnacle within the Extreme Realm. Not long ago, he had even completed a formidable evolution of his Cultivation Technique; ordinary levels of the Extreme Realm no longer posed a threat to him.