CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 117: CRUSHING! TERRIFYING DIVINE POWER!

Su Changqing’s eyes were filled with confusion as he looked at Mo Xiong.

He had come here prepared for a fierce battle, after all, that was a Core Disciple.

But unexpectedly...

The power of the opponent’s punch... was extremely weak.

He didn’t even feel any obstruction, and the opponent was blasted away.

This was worlds apart from the fierce battle he had imagined and the strength of a Core Disciple.

It made him slightly doubtful, was there a disruption in the Array, meaning the opponent wasn’t a Core Disciple?

...

Mo Xiong was also bewildered at the moment.

He had indeed used his full strength, but when the two punches collided, a terrifying force instantly surged at him.

Facing that formidable power, he didn’t even have time to react and was sent flying.

It’s important to know that his Blood Fiend Divine Body was known for its Divine Power!

When both sides relied solely on pure power, how could he possibly lose so badly!

Even if there’s a disparity between top Divine Bodies, it shouldn’t be this vast!

"You used a secret technique!"

Mo Xiong struggled to sit up, his eyes full of rage, "Kid, you tricked me!"

The physical strength of a Cultivator is merely a foundation.

Various Taoist secret techniques can maximize this strength.

Mo Xiong couldn’t believe that with pure strength alone, he would be crushed by someone!

"I didn’t use a secret technique."

Su Changqing shook his head and stated truthfully.

"Ha, you think I’ll believe that?"

Mo Xiong stood up, shook his stiff arms, and said coldly:

"My Blood Fiend Demon Body, when fully developed, has thirty thousand pounds of Divine Power, comparable to an ordinary peak Divine Body."

"Even the Barbaric Dragon Divine Body, famed in the Northern Domain Celestial Martial, doesn’t dare claim to surpass me in pure power."

"Can it be that your fully developed Divine Body surpasses thirty thousand Divine Power!"

Hearing this, Su Changqing fell silent for a moment before speaking: "My fully developed Divine Body..."

"Has seventy thousand Divine Power."

Su Changqing’s words were calm, he wasn’t boasting, just stating a fact.

He also confirmed one thing, the person in front of him was definitely not a Core Disciple!

If he truly was a Core prodigy, why was the gap so large?

"Hahaha, seventy thousand Divine Power?"

Mo Xiong was momentarily dumbfounded upon hearing this, then laughed exaggeratedly:

"Kid, you can’t even lie properly; no one has ever achieved such prowess in a fully developed Divine Body."

"Even if it did exist, it would only be the legendary Martial Ancestor; do you dream of standing alongside the Martial Ancestor?"

Saying this, a burst of vicious energy erupted from Mo Xiong’s body, suffusing the air.

He looked at Su Changqing and said coldly:

"Kid, you wanted to compete with me in strength, then let’s do it again!"

Boom!

A burst of energy exploded from beneath Mo Xiong’s feet, propelled by his formidable power, his body shot forth like an arrow.

"Furious Lion!"

Mo Xiong shouted fiercely, and a menacing lion’s head appeared above his swinging fist.

"Roar!"

The violent power and secret technique exploded, causing wildwinds to rage within the hundred-yard tower.

This punch was far more powerful than before!

Su Changqing hesitated for a moment upon seeing this but ultimately decided not to use any secret technique.

He growled deeply, drawing back his fist, then struck fiercely like a cannonball!

Bang!

A wildwind erupted between them, and the vicious lion’s head was instantly shattered, pushing Mo Xiong back again.

His expression changed, and he angrily gathered his qi and blood onto his fist.

But this time, Su Changqing didn’t wait for the opponent to attack, with a heavy stomp, the brutally explosive force, carrying terrifying impact, instantly reached in front of the opponent.

Boom!

Again, a pure punch, even with preparations, Mo Xiong was still sent flying.

The powerful force, even after using the secret technique, was still slightly inferior.

"Blood Fiend!"

Mo Xiong roared in anger, and his qi and blood reversed within, an overwhelming Divine Power surged through his entire body.

Immediately, his two fingers touched his forehead, and a crimson Fist Seal emerged in the void, then seeped into his fist.

Boom!

The incredibly potent power caused the space to emit continuous explosions!

Mo Xiong slowly clenched his fist, wildwinds swept over the hundred-yard area, and a clearly visible wave of energy spread in all directions.

He looked at Su Changqing, grinning wickedly,

"Kid! Let me see the limit of your power!"

Boom!

As the words fell, Mo Xiong charged toward Su Changqing with swirling winds and that robust force!

"The limit of power..."

Su Changqing’s face remained calm, he introspected the quiet burning flames within his body, murmuring softly,

"Then, as you wish."

Once these words were spoken, Su Changqing took a deep breath and spoke softly,

"Fire."

As the word fell, a vivid red flame erupted fiercely from Su Changqing’s body!

The calmly flowing qi and blood suddenly boiled!

The thousands of rivers in his body surged violently!

An infinite power that resented the heavens and despised the earth, emerged throughout his body!

Su Changqing was enveloped in flames, his black hair danced wildly despite the lack of wind.

He raised his right arm and slowly clenched his fist.

Rip!

His right sleeve exploded instantly, veins rose like dragon scales on his right arm!

With a fierce shout, Su Changqing hurled a punch before Mo Xiong could get close.

Boom!

The terrifying gale swept through the entire space of the tower!

A colossal fist, fully condensed by sheer power, shaking the entire trial tower, slammed toward Mo Xiong!

"This... impossible!"

Facing the overwhelming force, Mo Xiong couldn’t even take a single step forward.

In his eyes filled with disbelief, the fist directly hit him.

Block?

Impossible to block, and unable to evade.

He didn’t even have the chance to retreat; he was directly obliterated by the violent force on the spot.

The colossal fist continued its momentum, crashing into the tower’s edge.

Bang!

The entire trial tower trembled intensely, an ear-shattering roar clearly audible even to the outside world.

Su Changqing did not look at the vanished Mo Xiong but instead stared blankly at his own fist,

"Is this... the flames of life ignited?"

...

Devil’s Peak, outside the trial tower.

Mo Xiong had just gone in moments before, and the trial tower suddenly began to shake violently.

This scene left the disciples present in a daze.

"Such a commotion, it actually shook the trial tower?"

"Seems we’ve underestimated Senior Mo, such terrifying power, even the peak of Divine Body can’t be a match, right?"

"Hahaha, don’t mention anything else, it looks like I’ve won, without surprises, Senior Mo will come out..."

When these words were spoken, everyone was dazed again.

Sure enough, as the trial tower lit up, Mo Xiong emerged, somewhat lost.

His eyes still carried shock and disbelief.

"Which mountain’s disciple was that?"

Mo Xiong gazed at the trial tower behind him and mumbled softly in amazement,

"Just a fully developed Divine Body, yet such terrifying power burst forth."

"Could it be... his foundational power indeed reached seventy thousand?"

"Hiss..."

Mo Xiong drew a sharp breath, his heart filled with even deeper shock.

But what he found hardest to believe was that final punch.

That terrifying power left him without the thought of resisting.

"Senior Mo, where’s the Cyan Blade? Show it to the junior brothers."

Seeing Mo Xiong appear, one person spoke with a smile.

Everyone present also looked over, curious as to why Mo Xiong came out empty-handed.

"Cyan Blade?"

Mo Xiong laughed bitterly in a daze, "I lost, there’s no reward."

"Lost?"

These words left everyone astonished, and one person couldn’t help but ask:

"In the realm of a fully developed Divine Body, is there anyone in the Little Immortal Sect that could be Senior’s opponent?"

Mo Xiong remained silent for a while, recalling the figure burning with flames, murmuring to himself:

"That person’s power... rivals the Martial Ancestor."

Once these words were spoken, the atmosphere instantly became silent.