Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 241 - 85: Explosives (Part 3)

The altar, drenched in fresh blood, resonated more intensely with the sword, as if a drunken man howled at the sky, venting his exhilaration.

"What a Dragon-Seeking Hand!"

"Truly impressive!"

Incense Master Li appeared nearby, holding a scimitar, gently scoring his forehead to let the blood flow onto the blade.

He murmured quietly:

"Disciple Li Xing, humbly requests the descent of the Divine Venerable!"

"Divine Descent Technique."

Song Kewang sighed lightly:

"The White Lotus Sect, truly troublesome."

The initiation into the White Lotus Sect's Divine Strike is simple, the practice isn't hard either, and then there's the Divine Descent Technique. Once a god is invited into the body, the power surges dramatically, even a Martial Artist isn't an exception.

Such a Dharma Gate...

Truly unreasonable.

"Boom!"

The ground lightly trembled as Ren Yan appeared in the field, his unharmed passage through the chaotic battlefield testifying to his strength.

His prowess is impressive as well.

This man, who has always seen himself as a businessman, the Patriarch of the Ren Family, is indeed a martial expert, and must have already mastered True Qi.

"General Song, today's situation is due to your obstinate actions."

Gazing at Song Kewang, Ren Yan gently shook his head:

"Such cruelty and inhumanity, no wonder even your Households Commander could not tolerate you; it's not the heavens that are ending you, it's your self-destructive path."

"Screech!"

A Fire Phoenix spread its wings, covering the tent, the heat causing the tent to burn fiercely, with embers of burning cloth falling from above.

"A dead end?"

Song Kewang slowly stood upright, his face full of disdain:

"Just with you few?"

"Whoosh…"

Incense Master Li's form suddenly vanished from the spot, the strange noise due to his immense speed, causing his clothes to whip the air and produce sound.

This sound, vigorous and intense, like heavy objects colliding, suppressed the surrounding roars.

He moved to action without a word.

"Swoosh!"

The crescent-shaped blade flash appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterward.

The blade flash split, transforming into over a hundred remnants, slashing down towards Song Kewang, leaving it hard to distinguish the real from the illusion.

"Ding…"

Two fingers inserted into the myriad of blade lights, and with a light flick, the flashes shattered, and Incense Master Li couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Such force!

Such speed!

"Hah!"

Ren Yan let out a low shout, and the ground underfoot suddenly exploded, dust enveloping him as he wielded a three-foot short stick attacked head-on.

The seemingly inconspicuous stick in his hand actually weighed over a hundred kilograms, something an ordinary person couldn't even lift, yet it was light as a feather in his hands.

His Power was so fierce that it conjured up a gust on the flat land.

Simultaneously.

In the sky, the Fire Phoenix opened its mouth again, spitting out a scorching flame, entangling Song Kewang, while several Martial Artists arrived one after another.

"Ha!"

Song Kewang raised his head, exhaling lightly, a sense of loneliness and melancholy in his voice, causing those who heard to feel sorrow, even slowing their movements.

Martial Dao Will!

Can it affect the Martial Artist's Martial Dao Will?

Incense Master Li's body shook, his scimitar swung down once more, raining down blade lights, joining forces with several others in an attack against the adversary.

"Boom!"

A loud crash sounded.

The tent engulfed in flames suddenly engulfing in a gale, with several figures flashing back and forth inside, occasionally a Three Blood or Martial Artist being thrown out.

"Cover the Earth!"

Ren Yan roared, his clothing tearing to reveal his blackish-green flesh, and the stick in his hand, wrapped in a fierce gale, smashed down hard.

This strike had the power to split mountains.

"Boom!"

Song Kewang raised one hand high, blocking the incoming stick, forcing him to a kneel, the ground beneath him cracking open.

"You…"

He gazed at Ren Yan, showing surprise:

"Zombie Skill?"

"No!" Ren Yan roared low, pressing down with both hands gripping the stick, his arms' veins bulging out:

"It is the Celestial Corpse Skill!"

"Clang!"

Behind, the blade light suddenly erupted, tens to hundreds of crescent-shaped blade lights converging into a single arc, slashing towards the back of Song Kewang's heart.

At the same moment.

Several flame lines appeared around Song Kewang, tightening inwardly.

Others also joined in, attacking.

Killing Move after Killing Move appeared!

"Boom!"

The swirling dust rolled up the surroundings, obscuring everything, bringing a stasis to the chaos, as everyone turned to look.

"Phew…"

The gale blew past.

The dust settled.

The scene before the eyes caused many to narrow their eyes, while others showed ecstatic faces.

Song Kewang stood in the middle, several weapons stopped just three inches from him, unable to advance another fraction.

"Protection…"

Ren Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes bleeding:

"Protective Force!"

Only Martial Artists of the third realm, those who achieved the Leakless True Body, could have Righteous Strength to shield themselves; this did not match the intelligence he received. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The difference between Leakless and Grand Circulation may seem slight, yet is vastly different.

"Indeed." Song Kewang smiled indifferently:

"So…"

"You can die now!"

He suddenly reached out, pulling the stick forward, and clamped Ren Yan's neck with his right hand, twisting lightly amidst the unwilling gaze of his opponent.

"Crack!"

"Celestial Corpse Skill?"

"It's nothing!"

Dropping the corpse, Song Kewang coldly scanned the surroundings.

Those who met his gaze felt a chill in their hearts, their faces turning pale.

"Run!"

"Hurry, go!"

"Swoosh…"

Like startled birds from a nest, figures dashed out from the core altar of the camp, fleeing madly in all directions.

"Hmph!"

Song Kewang snorted lightly:

"Since you've come, why the hurry to leave?"

"Stay here for me!"

He moved like lightning, weaving through the crowd, Martial Artists and Three Bloods falling consecutively, while the camp's soldiers started their counterattack.

Not long after.

Song Kewang tossed the unwilling-headed Incense Master Li onto the altar, watching the blood seep within, licking his lips.

"Still a bit more... still a bit more…"

"Gen… General."

A Personal Guard kneeled on one knee, his voice trembling: