I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1032 - Three Hundred and Twenty-Six Old Ghost
Chapter 1032: Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Six: Old Ghost
Chapter 1032 -Three Hundred and Twenty-Six: Old Ghost
What can I do, he thought with a wry smile, as Saint Child of the Southern Heaven finally understood why the Devil Lord Gou Chen had such a strange look on his face. If he were in their shoes, he probably would have laughed out loud.
Tang Luo wouldn’t let him off; neither begging for mercy nor negotiation would work, for they already knew Gou Chen’s true identity, and that was a certain death sentence.
The wanted notice from Zhongzhou’s Buddha’s Country, the confirmation of Devil Lord Gou Chen’s identity, the Esoteric Sect’s determination to save face by finding Liaoyin, the sin of ambushing the Saint Child of the Wang Clan from the Southern Heaven—all of these were enough to cause a calamity that could destroy the Longxi Alliance.
Even if Wang Chan were extremely eloquent, how could he persuade Tang Luo to stake everything on trusting an enemy?
So no matter if he threatened or begged for mercy, Gou Chen, who revealed the Yin-Yang Grinding, would never let them go.
Now that he thought about it, if he had just killed Tang Luo with all his might back in Longxi, how much better that would have been. It hadn’t been long, yet Tang Luo’s cultivation had become so terrifying, and even his physical arts had completely transformed.
At this point, words were useless. It was like throwing eggs at rocks. Since the evil god of Beimang died, the Yin-Yang Grinding spiritual art hadn’t appeared in the world for hundreds of years, making everyone forget that this secret technique was not only for tempering the body—it also had an ultimate constraint on the soul.
Even the Arhat Golden Body, which Zen Sect prided itself on, would turn to ash if drawn into the grinding, just a matter of time, let alone him.
The Soul Palace wouldn’t last even half an hour before it would be shattered by the Divine Grind, and once the Soul Palace was broken, neither Wang Ying nor Wang Wei’s souls could survive on their own.
Looking back with longing at Wang Wei, whose complexion was ashen, and then touching the head of Wang Ying, who had his eyes tightly shut, Wang Chan comforted them with a smile, “On the road to the netherworld, the three of us brothers will walk together; it won’t be lonely. If we hasten our steps, perhaps we could even catch up to Wang Han.”
Maybe people get sentimental right before death, as Wang Chan began to feel sorrowful about the passing seasons.
Thunder rumbled incessantly outside, while the Divine Grind continued to spin inside, shattering the Soul Palace inch by inch, and Wang Chan’s consciousness also gradually weakened. Finally, the thunder ceased, and the Yin-Yang Grinding inside reached the last moment of soul refinement.
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The Soul Palace, which had been resisting to the last, suddenly collapsed, followed by the self-dissolution of Wang Ying and Wang Wei’s souls.
After all, all the personas of the dissociative identity disorder had split from Wang Chan, the core personality, just like the branches of a tree. No matter how strong they were, once they lost the nourishment from the main trunk, they would disappear, and Wang Chan had cast his soul into the form of a palace possibly to save these souls as much as possible.
The Spiritual Power stored within the Three Yang Soul Slayer Array dissipated through the pores and was carried off by the wind—there were Wang Ying’s cravings, Wang Wei’s dignity, and the dissatisfaction and ambition of Saint Child Wang Chan of the Southern Heaven.
These feelings were all so intense till now, yet they were swept away by the breeze, never to exist again. From this moment on, the world lost a young Saint King.
Gou Chen adjusted his torn robes, retracted his soul back into his body, and waited for the soulless body to fall from the sky, when suddenly, a sinister laugh echoed from the heavens. It started almost inaudibly, then grew wildly crazy.
“Hehe, hehehehe, ha, hahahahahahahaha!”
Looking up, “Wang Chan” covered his face, laughing till the tears came!
It was like seeing a long-awaiting hardwood finally blooming, the surging emotions that he had suppressed for so many years burst out at that moment, making him forget everything, except for joy.
Gou Chen rose on the wind and ascended to a position level with “Wang Chan,” coldly saying, “You’re not Wang Chan, who are you?”
“I was too excited for a moment, which must have appeared amusing to you, sir.”
Wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes, “Wang Chan” courteously performed a bow towards Tang Luo, “Old… this humble person is certainly Wang Chan, what does the Saint Child think?”
Feeling a sudden tightness in his heart, Gou Chen’s face turned ashen, and his eyes brimmed with murderous intent.
Tang Luo was certain that the person before him was not Wang Chan, nor any of Wang Chan’s other personalities, because when the main soul perishes, the souls of the other personalities, even if they don’t immediately dissipate, simply cannot enter the body’s original Divine Residence.
If it were possible, the method of soul possession to prolong life would have been widely practiced, for to the powerful, the soul always lives longer than the flesh.
Therefore, the person before him could not possibly be Wang Chan, but how could such a “thing” exist within the body of the Saint Child of Zhongzhou?
As if seeing the confusion and incomprehension in Gou Chen’s eyes, “Wang Chan” leisurely began to explain, “Even a lonely spirit desires life; even if torn to shreds, it wants to live. It was the Wang Clan of Zhongzhou who turned me into this ghostly figure, so what harm is there if I seek refuge within the Wang Clan for shelter? I trust the Saint Child will not make things difficult for an old ghost struggling to survive, right?”
With each word, “Wang Chan” was confirming Tang Luo’s identity, after all, the encroachment of the Three Yang Soul Slayer Array meant a certain-kill situation, and to overturn such a situation so quickly and with ease could not be within the scope of mere secret techniques, because the “Three Yang Soul Slayer Array” is itself a secret technique aimed at the topmost pinnacle for souls and Divine Residences.
In the current world, before reaching the King Realm, the only mystical power capable of calmly digesting the Three Yang Soul Slayer Array is one, and only one: the Innate Yin-Yang Millstone!
The unique mystical technique, being the best way to identify the powerful, is strange in how distinctive the Yin-Yang Grinding is, so unique that among the known powerhouses in the entire world, there is only one who possesses it!
“Since my identity has been exposed, does the old sir really think he can still live?”
“Why couldn’t I?”
“Wang Chan” replied with an inexplicable tease, “The senior knows I’m not Wang Chan, and I know of the senior’s origins. With that in mind, the senior can comfortably act as the Devil Lord, while I shall properly play the role of the Saint Child of the Wang Clan. It would be as if we never met today, wouldn’t it be perfect?”
“It does sound nice, but I have another suggestion that perhaps is more secure.”
No sooner had these words fallen than a thunderous sonic boom exploded beneath Gou Chen’s feet. A grand master of physical technique, who could slice through the skies like a sharp sword, had turned around to face “Wang Chan”; muscles and bones resonating, his punch, filled with the roaring might of a tiger and a leopard, was about to land on the face of the false Saint Child.
In response to this punch, the brilliance of the Seven-Color Feather Plumes shone forth. After a long and fierce battle, the first Divine Armor of Zhongzhou finally regained its power, not only blocking this lethal blow but two of the plumes even penetrated Gou Chen’s body. They were, however, stopped in their tracks by the Void Dual Wheels, unable to advance an inch further.
The recovery of the Divine Armor was within Tang Luo’s expectations. Blood Fiend surged from the wound sliced open by the Five-Color Feather Plumes, once again tainting the plumes. Controlling the Void Dual Wheels, he clamped down on the two plumes that had penetrated his body.
The body of Wang Chan was already exceedingly frail, teetering on the verge of shattering; two more punches could smash it to pieces. Gou Chen gathered all his strength into his left fist, hoping to end it all in one strike!
The fist shot out like a dragon, its roar like a rainbow; this was Gou Chen’s determined intent to deliver a killing blow to Wang Chan!
