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Chapter 1199 - 851: Finally Became a Great Golden Immortal with Constant Changes! _4

Chapter 1199: Chapter 851: Finally Became a Great Golden Immortal with Constant Changes! _4

The tennis center was suddenly disturbed by a slumber-like blood-red aura.

Wang Zijia clearly saw an eyeball forming within it, catching his gaze in his particularly unusual state.

The next moment, Wang Zijia was forcibly pulled out of this vision and returned to the Eight Trigrams platform.

At this instant, the five Immortal Treasures erupted in dazzling Spiritual Light, and the False Dao True Record—an embryo of a Spirit Treasure—directly ascended to a Tenth Grade Postnatal Spirit Treasure.

Besides this, the Soul Chopping Sword also spontaneously advanced in grade.

And so did Wang Zijia’s whole aura dramatically surge, as he began ascending to golden immortal status; even the Five Ghosts’ Da Chou suddenly made breakthroughs alongside him.

But this huge commotion didn’t attract much attention from the crowd.

For as Wang Zijia exited this special vision, blood clouds rolled tumultuously in the sky above Taiching Palace.

Before anyone could react, a terrifying face emerged from the clouds.

After the face appeared, the bloodshot eyes swiftly fixed upon Wang Zijia, who was in the midst of his ascent.

The moment the face saw Wang Zijia, it was filled with madness, as if Wang Zijia had slaughtered its entire family and desecrated its wife and daughter.

It didn’t waste any words; from within the blood clouds, an enormous blood-colored hand reached down towards the earth, intending to scoop up Wang Zijia as he ascended.

"Whoosh!"

And with that motion, countless Golden Copper Coin Shackles formed in the sky, binding the face and its giant hand, pulling them deep into the void.

"Roar!"

But beneath a furious roar from the face, it could clearly be seen that the shackles failed to pull it back. The face resisted the pull, reaching for Wang Zijia.

A closer look revealed that some of the chains were tinged with a dark red hue, seemingly rusted.

There were even some that snapped.

"Not good!"

"Damn it!"

"How dare they!"

The four saints’ faces showed shock, and in perfect unison, they flipped their hands.

Each one produced a Golden Copper Coin, and with its activation,

"Whoosh!"

Four horrifying chains, like golden dragons soaring into the sky, wrapped tightly around the hand and face in the heavens.

With the addition of the four Chain Gold Dragons, the face and hand were immobilized, but only fixed in place, unable to be retracted; the hand could no longer extend, resulting in a stalemate of forces.

During this struggle, Wang Zijia’s ascent was drawing to a close.

Dao Sounds began to emerge, Spiritual Light began to suffuse the air, and the unique aura of a golden immortal rose from him.

"Roar!"

The face, seeing this, grew even more frenzied.

"Whoosh!"

The chains across the sky shook violently; the four saints drove the four giant Chain Gold Dragons, working with the Copper Coins’ vast network to pull against the blood figure, buying time for Wang Zijia’s breakthrough.

This caused such a disturbance that the monks observing the ceremony all fell to the ground, their faces pale as they witnessed this apocalyptic scene.

"Not good!"

"Damn it, has this beast gone mad!"

Suddenly, as the blood-colored face went insane once more, its body began melting away, dropping countless pieces of flesh and blood.

The Golden Chains were even dragged into the flesh.

During this process, another hand coalesced in the sky and reached for Wang Zijia.

The faces of the four great saints turned ugly, as they maneuvered the Chain Gold Dragons in an attempt to entangle it. But they could only keep on forcing the chains into the flesh, unable to move around the newly regenerated arm.

The next moment, it seemed the gigantic hand was about to grasp Wang Zijia.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, an aged cough echoed.

Then everything in the sky fell silent.

An elderly Old Taoist, his hair and beard all white, abruptly appeared.

The four saints paused, then simultaneously exclaimed with joy, "Master!"

"Cough cough!"

The Old Taoist with the air of an immortal ignored the four, lightly coughing as he raised a fist.

"Boom!"

That simple punch carried astonishing might, striking directly against the newly formed blood-colored giant hand.

"Crack!"

The blood-colored hand instantly disintegrated, turning into a rain of filthy blood and flesh that scattered in all directions.

The face, once struggling wildly like a Mad Demon, suddenly paused.

The next moment, a flash of lucidity appeared in its eyes, and it roared with imbued hatred at the Old Taoist, "It’s you, Zhang Deqi!!!"