With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 638 - 556: Underground Cavern, Firebird, Precious Coral!

Chapter 638: Chapter 556: Underground Cavern, Firebird, Precious Coral!

Caught off guard.

Meng Chuan clasped a mass of condensed thunder and fire molten liquid, not wasting words, and slapped it directly on the Firebird’s face.

While executing the strike, he noticed that Liao Chen’s speed was not slow either.

The vajra in his hand traced a black line, stabbing straight towards the astonished large eyes.

The Firebird intended to spread its wings and stand upright.

Unexpectedly, it didn’t even have time to complete this action before the sudden attack smacked it in the face.

Ambushed, it immediately let out a sharp scream.

Its massive body staggered backward, its once outstretched wings instantly folded.

Golden feathers flared up in chaos, and sparks splattered like raindrops on the surrounding rock platform, causing plumes of scorched smoke to rise from the ground.

Heatwaves accompanied its struggle, continuously surging and spreading, the air filled with a pungent burnt smell.

But the Firebird quickly stabilized itself, its neck arching in anger.

Its right eye was blinded by heavy water, while the fire in its left eye burned even more fiercely.

Its wings unfurled for a moment, demonic qi wrapping flames poured down like rain, fanning towards Meng Chuan and Liao Chen.

Instead of being frightened by the injury, it was aroused into fierceness.

"You assist from afar, I’ll find an opportunity to get closer."

As Meng Chuan finished speaking, his body blurred into a shadow, disappearing from the spot in an instant to dodge.

The Firebird’s defense was not weak; even after taking a hit on its skull, it remained tough and shouldn’t be underestimated.

While he searched for an opportunity to strike, Liao Chen was not idle either.

With one hand, he gestured, and the brilliance of the Buddha gleamed brightly.

The vajra in his hand, like a flying sword, was hurled into the air, repeatedly piercing with the weight of a thousand pounds of heavy water.

The entire rock platform trembled amidst the rumbling, with fire and water antagonistic.

Liao Chen’s robe billowed, each strike causing water mist to surge and condense mid-air into the terrifying mirage of a legendary beast.

Every rotation of the vajra dragged out murky wave traces, as if pulling the entire dark river into the sky, even the fiery crystals on the cave ceiling were washed dim and uncertain.

"Impressive!"

Meng Chuan secretly praised in his heart.

Master Liaohai was sharp; only when with Chen’s group did he seem less distinctive.

But at this moment, against this Firebird Great Demon, they showed an evenly matched situation.

And due to the attribute restraint, they even seemingly held a not insignificant advantage.

Meng Chuan collected his thoughts; within a few breaths, he had analyzed the Firebird Great Demon quite thoroughly.

Its flames resembled a Phoenix bathing in fire.

Every time it swept over the wounds left by the heavy water on its body, they recovered in an incredibly short time.

Its blinded eye, sunken face, all were gradually healing.

For such a tenacious Great Demon, dragging out the fight would be the worst strategy.

To kill in one blow, that was the superior choice.

Liao Chen, in battle, also perceived this point.

The vajra in his hand was exceedingly shrewd, targeting the Firebird’s still-intact left eye with precise force...

Meng Chuan’s figure flitted through the shadows, his waist and legs swiftly moving in tandem.

So fast, he seemed both as if riding a galloping horse and as if treading on a fiery wheel.

A faint blue-purple electric glow spread along his arms, his shoulders and neck twitched, and his entire arm, wrapped in Thunder True Qi, seemed to unleash a massive python from its cave.

The tip of the Fist Blade was akin to the python’s snout.

With his Qi surging, Meng Chuan sprinted from the shadows.

Heavy water paved a clear path for him, and along this path, his Fist Blade pierced through the Firebird’s glowing eye socket like a venomous dragon.

The Fist Blade struck several times within a tenth of a second, each time lifting up magma-like searing demonic blood.

The Firebird screeched in pain, wings suddenly lifting a torrent of blazing waves.

The molten wings, like guillotines, sliced towards Meng Chuan’s neck.

Yet, his shoulders churned with black Qi, the wing blades striking upon it, bursting with blinding sparks.

After cleaving through the black film, they were pulled into a mire by various mysterious lights, ultimately being halted, unable to advance further.

Throughout the process, Meng Chuan did not even blink, merely swinging his fists with might...

The Firebird’s left wing swung again, this time wrapped in boiling demonic flames sweeping horizontally, but its wing root was clamped like iron by Meng Chuan’s empty left hand.

The molten feathers sizzled and steamed in his palm, the smell of scorched flesh pervading, yet Meng Chuan disregarded the Firebird’s struggles, his expression growing fiercer!

His right arm’s muscles bulged, knuckles against the searing skull, twisting fiercely!

Liao Chen raced forward to deliver another blow, cleansing with heavy water while plunging another Fist Blade into the opponent’s throat.

The dying Firebird shrieked, shaking the rock walls in a shuddering disintegration.

In the hot wind raised by its wing’s beating, black Qi surged around Meng Chuan, grimly swirling as protection.

Leaping atop the Firebird’s back by stepping on its twitching neck, he seemed mounted on a high-headed steed.

For the last blow, his heavy fist swung like a pendulum, piercing through the celestial cap with the muffled sound of cracking bones!

The spiritual flames drilled through the skull into the chest, seeking the True Spirit’s location.

Twisted forcefully.

Completely dead!

The Firebird’s last cry, its enormous body collapsed with a thud, prostrating on the ground.

The beak opened wide, unconsciously reaching its widest gape.

Seeing no movement, Liao Chen jogged over to inquire:

"Is it completely dead?"

As he spoke, the Dragon Demon emerged from the Firebird’s beak, holding a strangely red True Spirit in its mouth.

Seeing this scene, Liao Chen consciously refrained from speaking further.

His body slack, leaning askew, his heart relaxed.

Expending not much energy, the quick dispatch of the Firebird Great Demon was primarily thanks to Meng Chuan.

Had it been anyone else from Chen’s group working with him, they absolutely wouldn’t have taken it down so easily.

At the same level, solid-type Celestial Demons hold an absolute advantage in physical attributes.

Only someone like Meng Chuan, so formidable, would dare to face-off so closely...

Every time he saw Meng Chuan take action, Liao Chen couldn’t help but think:

"Truly an indomitable force, a rare Vajra Arhat body in the world..."

Regaining his senses, he saw Meng Chuan calling him and walked over.

"Master Liaohai, feel free to take any materials you need, I suppose taking the True Spirit is no problem for me, right?"