Dominating Martial King-Chapter 1171 - 433: Inverting Yin and Yang

Everyone under heaven is dreading, wanting to eliminate and kill Chu Xisheng before he masters the ’Divine Intent Touch Death Blade’.

Yet they hadn’t considered that the thing they feared most had already happened.

The Luo Han Sect already understood why Chu Xisheng dared to leave the Formless Divine Sect and ventured out alone.

He looked at Chu Xisheng, as if he was looking at an ancient fierce beast whose claws and fangs had just formed and wings were growing.

——After Qin Muge, the world actually produced another such terrifying peerless Heavenly Pride!

The Luo Han Sect then withdrew its thoughts and began focusing wholeheartedly on aiding the Iron Madman in suppressing the will of ’Qiongqi’.

The fact that Chu Xisheng achieved the ’Divine Intent Blade Heart’ was indeed shocking.

However, this is the concern of the Formless Divine Sect and Chu Xisheng’s enemies, irrelevant to him.

What the Luo Han Sect had to do now is ensure the resurrection of the Iron Madman, and try to make it as impressive as possible.

He first took a bag from his sleeve, from which he sprayed a large amount of blood, splashing it onto the surface of Iron Futing.

The surface of this demon armor instantly ignited with a raging Blood Flame.

Chu Xisheng sensed the will of ’Qiongqi’ within the Iron Futing and the evil corpse, along with that Geng Metal Evil Spirit and endless blood resentment, all entered a frenzied state.

This greatly increased the power of Iron Futing, with endless Karmic Fire gushing forth from within it.

Chu Xisheng’s Vengeance Blade was beginning to show signs of being unable to suppress it.

The bloody Karmic Fire not only emitted a bloody foul stench, but also manifested countless small human faces, roaring and screaming at Chu Xisheng.

Behind ’Iron Futing’, a huge phantom of ’Qiongqi’ manifested.

It resembled a bull, was the size of a tiger, bore wings on its back, and its entire body was black like it was forged from steel. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Chu Xisheng was momentarily uncertain: "What creature is this? I feel that Qiongqi’s power seems to have grown stronger."

"This is the blood of the Nine Generations of Sky Howling, an extremely Yin and extremely poisonous and wicked thing in the world. I have no use for it, so it’s a gift to the Sword Lord."

The Luo Han Sect’s lips slightly raised: "It can indeed stimulate the power of Qiongqi, yet the high has regrets, excess cannot last. Please, Sword Lord, steer the Divine Ship to the Seventh Layer of Cloud Sky."

Chu Xisheng immediately steered the ship into the air, charging straight to the seventh layer of Cloud Sky.

At this moment, it was just evening, though the Great Sun in the sky had already sunk west, it was still pouring pure and Yang golden light upon the world, with endless Yang Flame Power, scorching every inch of the void above the seventh layer of Cloud Sky.

From within the ’Iron Futing’, a series of piercing screeches immediately erupted.

The Qiongqi’s Spirit manifested externally collapsed at first opportunity.

All the Blood Flames began to distort extremely, those human faces howling and wailing in pain, strands of black Qi Mist gushing out from within Iron Futing, dissipating into the world.

Chu Xisheng, however, was a bit worried: "Will the Heavenly Gaze Blood Poison have any impact?"

The Iron Madman now, though also a ’corpse’, was fundamentally different from Jiang Chen and Hou Qing.

The Four Ancestor Corpses were all Poison Corpses, originating from the Initial generation of Sky Howling; the Iron Madman was a Killing Spirit, originating from Iron Futing gathering boundless blood poison and the Geng Metal Evil Power of Mi Family Manor.

"So after using it, it must be exposed to sunlight."

The Luo Han Sect spoke with a mild voice: "As long as it’s handled properly, it won’t. I suggest you procure more of this stuff for your former Flag Leader to use. This not only can strengthen his resistance to Corpse Poison but also enhance his power. The Heavenly Gaze has gone through twenty-nine generations, its blood is extremely abundant in existence, and not expensive, even those Poison Corpses disdain it."

Then he took out a large wolf brush, dipped it in some unknown vermilion paint, and quickly wrote talismans on the back of Iron Futing.

"My handling should keep the Iron Madman in a state of clarity for about ten days. But to be cautious, the method must be repeated after seven days to consolidate his spirit until I complete the technique of ’Inverting Yin and Yang’. Hmm~ he seems to have awoken—"

The bloody sheen in the Iron Madman’s eyes had already faded, revealing a pair of dead, grey pupils.

At first, he aimlessly scanned around with his eyes before finally settling his gaze on his own arms, and his body.

"Uncle Kuang?" Chu Xisheng looked at the Iron Madman, his eyes filled with nervousness, carrying both anticipation and worry.

He cautiously asked: "How are you feeling now?"

"Not quite good, stiff all over, like iron blocks."

The Iron Madman gave a bitter smile.

He lifted his face mask, revealing his own face.

His facial features still appeared as they did in life, with broad facial bones and big ears, well-proportioned features, and a high nose. Only the color was somewhat dark and dull, and the skin surface appeared with a slight metallic sheen.

The Iron Madman’s voice contained confusion: "But I can’t determine now if I am truly your Uncle Kuang or not."

"You’re overthinking it."

The Luo Han Sect, drawing symbols with ease in his voice, said: "People are constantly changing, just like I, today’s me is not yesterday’s me."

The Iron Madman’s body trembled, then he spoke gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Luo, for pointing me to the path!"

Yet from the Iron Madman’s demeanor and tone, Chu Xisheng could tell that the Iron Madman still harbored an inner conflict, not completely at ease.

Instead of worry, he felt joy. The Iron Madman’s self-doubt and concern for his identity meant that he indeed inherited the Iron Madman’s memories and part of his personality, possessing consciousness and spiritual wisdom as a ’human’.

"Uncle Kuang is indeed overthinking it." Chu Xisheng’s lips slightly raised: "You are who you are, no need to worry about whether you are the Iron Madman."