The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 162 - 162 108 Challenging Zhunti Part 2

162: Chapter 108: Challenging Zhunti (Part 2) 162: Chapter 108: Challenging Zhunti (Part 2) “Boom!”

“Take it!”

The palm-sized Qiankun Tripod suddenly enlarged, its surging and tumultuous devouring power fiercely attacking the blood-colored spear.

The spear began to radiate a blood radiance tens of thousands of feet high as it began to violently tremble.

Suddenly, the spear reversed, its tip spearing downwards, deeply rooting itself into the ground.

Like a living entity, the blood-colored spear merged with the earth’s energy, reaching deep into its depths.

The ancient Qiankun Tripod emanated waves of green light, with the mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, fish, and insects on its walls clearly manifesting and hovering within the void.

A more terrifying devouring force appeared as the world on the tripod walls evolved.

“Roar!”

The ferocious tiger that was entwined with the spear pounced, biting onto the tail end of the blood-colored spear.

With its strong and burly tail hooked onto the Qiankun Tripod, thousands upon thousands of Dao waves surged out with the tiger’s bodily shakings, drilling into the ground like a dragon entering the sea.

“Hmph!

You’re just a small-time player!” Zhunti, controlling the Buddha Mother Golden Body, continuously changed spell signs to enhance the power of the Blood Spear.

“Take it for me!” Li Qingming’s blood qi churned inside him like monstrous waves, roaring with intense sound.

His body surface and pores condensed, with a fiery green glow about to burst out.

This time, he held nothing back and used all his strength to fight.

No matter how humbled or petty Zhunti seemed, he was still a Saint.

A slight lack of caution could lead to an imminent downfall.

“Boom!”

The ground shook violently as the blood-colored spear, along with the earth below it, was forcefully sucked up into midair by the Qiankun Tripod.

It turned into a black mountain, broad at the top and narrow at the bottom, which was ten thousand feet tall, with countless order talismans engraved on it.

The ferocious tiger at the tail end of the spear roared and retreated back into the long spear as the Tripod pulled the spear up.

“Whoosh!”

Both the Blood Spear and the massive ten-thousand-foot tall earthen mountain were sucked into the Qiankun Tripod.

“Damn it!” With the Spiritual Treasure seized, Zhunti, the owner, was naturally filled with endless rage.

At that moment, Zhunti sneered coldly at the corner of his mouth, with endless murderous intent, as he once again took out a pitch-black shield from his storage space.

The black shield, carved with an extremely ancient Bodhi Tree and containing a restrained brilliance, was brimming with endless Wu Tu energy.

“Crush this lord!” Zhunti laughed grimly as he retracted the thousand-foot-tall Buddha Mother Golden Body in an instant.

Perhaps, in his eyes, it was not worth using the secret Buddhist technique of the Buddha Mother Golden Body to deal with a mere sub-saint.

The pitch-black shield morphed into a colossal mountain roughly a thousand feet tall like the Five-Finger Mountain that Li Qingming saw in the television dramas of his previous life.

With infinite oppressive force, the Shield Mountain swiftly pressed towards Li Qingming’s top of the skull like lightning.

“Ha!” Li Qingming’s eyes shone with Qing light, captivatingly bright.

In that moment, he gathered the Bitter Bamboo transformed long spear into his body.

Spinning his fist, he directly met the pitch-black Shield Mountain that came with the overwhelming power of a Saint.

“What?

This is madness, sheer madness!” The Primordial Venerable, who was already extremely agitated, watched the Water Mirror, completely losing his usual composure and dignity.

“Watch closely; Qingmingzi, my nephew in disciple, is not that fragile!

He has lived with the Ancestor Witch for hundreds of thousands of years!” Laozi’s long eyebrows trembled as he glanced at the Primordial Venerable.

Minghe was also tense, watching the Water Mirror that manifested the Divine Skills.

“Fellow Daoist, this is no child’s play!”

The Four Extremes Quiet Sea, Nuwa Palace, Ancestral Witch Hall, Heavenly Court…

everyone was exclaiming in shock!

Some failed to understand Li Qingming’s actions—if he were to collide with it, wouldn’t Li Qingming perish instantly?

After all, how could a mere sub-saint withstand a blow brimming with the rage of a Saint?

The Great Powers of the Primordial Land sighed endlessly, reluctant to witness a generation’s dazzling Great Power turn to bones and dust; others were extremely excited, raising their hands in celebration, thrilled that this scourge was finally dying; and yet others felt a furious lament, angry at their incompetent strength and mournful that such a hero might fall to the hands of the ignoble.

“Ha ha ha…”

Zhunti laughed maniacally!

He could already foresee Li Qingming’s bloody demise!

It didn’t matter how many Magic Treasures or powerful backers he had.

Wasn’t he just arrogantly overconfident, foolishly using his physical body to withstand an Innate Spiritual Treasure powered by eighty percent of his own mana?

He would inevitably meet a violent death!

However, nobody noticed that Li Qingming’s body was quietly enveloped by a layer of faintly colored mist, securely wrapping around him.

“Boom!”

However, in an explosion that sounded like Heavenly Thunder, Li Qingming’s physical body did not disintegrate into dust, nor was his Primordial Spirit damaged.

Incredibly, he even knocked the pitch-black Shield Mountain flying high into the air.

Cracks like spiderwebs began to spread all over the vast height of Shield Mountain.

As the Shield Mountain flew higher, these cracks lengthened more and more.

“Crack!”

When it flew through the high sky, pierced the Nine Heavens, and crashed into the chaotic Meteorite Stars, it exploded with a bang!

The intense black radiance shot out, dimming the stars themselves!

The powerful shockwave surged like an ocean, boundless and vast!—The sounds of stars shattering resonated, tearing the void apart, and suddenly the star-filled night sky plunged into a monotonous black hole.

It was oppressively terrifying!

“This, this, this Qingmingzi is so formidable?” At the Heavenly Court, Taiyi, who was watching the battle through the Heavenly Patrol Mirror, cried out in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Holy crap, is this our Brother Li?” The Twelve Ancestor Witches of the Ancestral Witch Hall formed a circle, watching the battle scene conjured by the Heaven and Earth Taoist with their Divine Skills, and gasped in amazement.

Looking back at Li Qingming at this moment, it wasn’t as easy as imagined.

Having sent Zhunti’s Shield Mountain flying, Li Qingming was also spitting blood from his mouth, and the aura around his body gradually became chaotic.

His previously upright, dense hair now hung loosely, and his bloodshot eyes appeared rather haggard.

“Zhunti, you bald old thief, that’s all you’ve got?” Li Qingming pulled out a handful of Eight-Transformation Golden Pills from his storage space and tossed them into his mouth like popping candy.

What?

Nine Revolutions Golden Pill?

The Nine Revolutions Golden Pill is not easy to refine.

Laozi only produced two bottles in total; the first was shared with Primordial, Tongtian, and Li Qingming, while keeping one for himself.

The amount of Nine Revolutions Golden Pills is countable, once used up, that’s it.

Li Qingming would not easily use this life-saving treasure that can instantly restore blood, mana, and full state unless it’s a critical moment.

As a Saint, Zhunti undoubtedly had an inexplicable pride.

This was a spiritual mark bestowed by Heaven and Earth, unable to be erased.

So until now, Zhunti had been suppressing his cultivation, unwilling to confront a sub-saint with all his power.

But at this moment, he could no longer believe that Li Qingming, who couldn’t be completely defeated even by his eighty percent strength, was a mere trivial sub-saint.

Now, he must exert all his strength to suppress, even annihilate, Li Qingming.

“Hmph, Qingmingzi, don’t be too proud!

This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!” Zhunti regretted his own arrogance for not launching a full-force attack on Li Qingming right from the start.

Even The Three Pure Ones would find it difficult to rescue him despite their willingness.

With that thought, Zhunti called out his supreme treasure, the Seven Treasures Miao Tree, from the Sea of his Primordial Spirit Consciousness once again.

Engaging entirely with the laws of Heaven and Earth Realm, his short and frail body radiated waves of gold, connecting with countless threads of Heavenly Dao.

It was as if he triggered thousands of Great Mountains, comparable to Buzhou, pressing down so heavily that Heaven and Earth instantly collapsed.

“Boom!”

In an instant, the skies tore open a unique and narrow fissure, and endless Chaos Qi rushed out frenetically, pouring into the Primordial Land like an inverted Milky Way.

Throughout the Primordial Heaven and Earth, aside from the Saints, an array of Primordial Great Powers turned pale with horror.

This boundless stream of Chaos Qi, if it directly hit the Primordial Land, wouldn’t it cause countless living beings to be displaced, perishing under the erosion of Chaos Qi?

Even if you, Zhunti, are a Saint, even if it were Hong Jun who merged with Heavenly Dao, neither could bear the heavenly consequences and deep karma!

What on earth is this bald old thief Zhunti trying to do?

Li Qingming was also puzzled, but thinking about the countless creatures in the Southern Heavenly Land, he quietly ordered Zi Shu, who was watching the battle, to gather all the creatures from Tiannan into a Spiritual Treasure to survive this catastrophe!

What Li Qingming did not know was that it was because of his good intention that the Twelve Earthly Branches were worshipped and revered day and night by all creatures of the Southern Heavenly Land, which resolved a major crisis for the Twelve Earthly Branches.

However, this is a story for another time and won’t be mentioned now.

“Thunderous Boom!”

As Chaos Qi kept falling, Zhunti was not idle.

As the Primordial Great Powers thought, he did not dare shoulder the consequences that even Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun would not dare to bear; wasn’t that akin to seeking death by carrying a lantern to the toilet?

Therefore, as Chaos Qi continued to descend, Zhunti stood at the very center of Chaos Qi, ceaselessly waving the Seven Treasures Miao Tree in his hands.

He merged the surrounding Chaos Qi, one after another, into a small world, intending to create a small world within the Primordial World to entrap Li Qingming.

In this small world, he, Zhunti, would be the sole sovereign of creation!

Here, he wanted to reduce the detestable Qingmingzi to ashes!

To obliterate both Primordial Spirit and flesh thoroughly!