Times Were Different Now

As for fusing Buddhist skills with Power of Anomalies to create a completely new force, she had tried it before. Unfortunately, the difficulty of such a thing was no different from creating a completely new Higher Vehicle martial art. Even those brilliant Human Race geniuses rarely succeeded in doing so. She still had no clue about it. If she forced the two forces together, it would only cause an explosion and result in a backlash.

"Thank you for your guidance, Spirit King. It has given me inspiration. Why don't you release me now, and once I've mastered the technique of fusing the two elements, I'll fight you again tomorrow?" Henzhen didn't mind boasting a little.

Spirit King smiled upon hearing this and said, "I actually quite want to spare your life, but unfortunately, some things must be done. Someone must die by my blade before today's battle can end."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up, his body towering nine feet tall, his physique as majestic as a giant god, exuding an unrestrained and domineering aura. He spread his five fingers and once again gathered the killing intent into a blade, which rose into the air with a faint tremor.

He stomped his foot, and the hard bluestone shattered instantly. His imposing figure suddenly rose from the ground, leaping into the sky.

"You say I misjudged people's hearts? Then let me see the steadfastness of people's hearts!"

The Spirit King hovered in the void, the stone knife in his hand raised high above his head, and then slashed down with the knife. The bright blade light was like a silver river cascading down from the sky, forming a huge blade curtain, and slashed towards Henzhen.

Henzhen nowhere else to retreat, she could only fight to the death. Relying on the regenerative abilities of the Monster Race, she could recover quickly as long as she wasn't killed in one blow. Although her regenerative power was not as good as the King of Monsters, it was far superior to that of Human Race powerhouses.

But just then, a loud shout suddenly rang out, drowning out the sound of the Spirit King's sword.

"You want to see it? Then I'll show you!"

Suddenly, Henzhen saw a massive figure darting towards him like lightning, its shadow obscuring the light in the sky and even dimming the light of the Spirit King's strike. At the same time, the space trembled violently, as if it were fragile glass that could not withstand the pressure and would shatter at any moment. And this was all from a single, casual punch thrown by the opponent.

A punch was thrown out horizontally, without any change in technique, directly aimed at the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King. But in the Spirit King's eyes, what he saw was not a punch, but a five-clawed golden dragon, surrounded by lingering clouds, crossing the boundless Milky Way, and flying towards him.

"The Ferocious Spirit Three Extremes Annihilation!"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King acted decisively, channeling his inner energy into a powerful attack, his aura surging once more. Previously, he hadn't even used 70% of his power in his fight with Henzhen, but now he unleashed his full power with his blade energy, turning and slashing out.

The clash of sword and fist instantly unleashed the most dazzling light, like a collision between a demon god and a golden dragon. The scorching energy and shockwaves then spread out in all directions, and the air seemed to boil, making a "whooshing" sound as it suddenly exploded in mid-air.

The stone knife in the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's hand instantly vanished, and he himself plummeted to the earth like a meteorite, exploding with a deafening roar. Sand and soil were shaken into the air, and a huge crater appeared in the ground.

However, the Spirit King managed to maintain his composure and did not lie on the ground. He stood firmly in the center of the pit, looking up at the figure in the sky with a solemn expression.

"Oh, father-in-law, it's been so long! I've missed you terribly."

Si Ming, who was falling from the sky, greeted everyone with a smile, but after landing, he stroked his chin and pondered, "Wait a minute, you're Hongdou's maternal grandfather, not her father, so I shouldn't call you father-in-law. But what should I call my wife's maternal grandfather? This is truly an ethical dilemma."

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King stared at Si Ming for a while, comparing her to the figure in his memory. After all, so many years had passed, and her appearance had changed to some extent. In particular, Si Ming was in her growth period at that time. Even if it wasn't as exaggerated as "a girl changes drastically at eighteen", the growth of her cultivation and strength would still bring a huge change to her temperament.

"Fine, I'll just call you Grandpa then." Si Ming couldn't think of a proper way to address him, so he gave up.

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King snorted, "So it's you, brat. I didn't even bother looking for you, yet you walked right into my trap, saving me some trouble. Now, without my granddaughter to help you, and without the Thousand Buddha Formation, are you prepared to die?"

Si Ming chuckled, picked his ear with his little finger, and said, "Grandpa, I'm not trying to be mean, but you don't think I'm still the same person I used to be, do you? The world is developing so fast these days. If you don't keep up, it's easy to fall behind the younger generation, especially someone like you who's been dead for years and then suddenly resurrected. That's a rare case, so you should be even more humble and learn more. Don't look at people with old eyes anymore, or you'll easily be seen as an old fogey."

He pulled out some earwax, blew it off, then rubbed his hands together and said, "I'm a person who respects the elderly and cares for the young, and since you're Hongdou's elder, I have to give you face. I can't let you lose face in front of everyone. If you leave now, I'll pretend I didn't see anything, and afterwards I'll help spread the word that this is a 'strategic retreat,' and I guarantee no one will laugh at you."

"You're as glib as ever. Where's Hongdou?" The Spirit King's attitude towards Si Ming was far less friendly than his attitude towards Henzhen.

"I sent her to help out at the Evil-Slaying Sword Sect. After all, you're still her family. Killing you once is enough; killing you twice is really going too far. I can't stand by and watch. By the way, why don't you consider suicide? It would preserve your dignity and avoid bloodshed. I personally think it's an excellent solution..."

"Nonsense!"

Spirit King finally could not hold back any longer and threw a punch, his Vicious Qi billowing out. During the punch, it transformed countless times, sometimes into knives, spears, clubs, sometimes into axes, hooks, forks, swords, halberds, whips, and lances... Thousands upon thousands of weapons surged forth like Torrent, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

However, Si Ming had no intention of breaking the move. The moment the opponent's fist struck him, he crossed his hands as if holding something, and wrapped them around the Spirit King's fist. With a slight sway of his body, he steadily received the furious, full-force punch.

"I've already said it, times have changed, your level is no longer up to par."

Chapter 838 Times Have Changed

In the last battle between Si Ming and the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, his advantage in strength was offset by the opponent's advantage in cultivation. But now, not only has his strength become stronger, but his cultivation is also almost on par with the Spirit King, presenting a complete suppression. Therefore, the situation is completely different.

When the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King's punch was blocked by Si Ming, he immediately felt a gentle, soft energy, like a large net woven from soft water, enveloping his earth-shattering punch power. Then came a four-step process of absorption, transformation, enhancement, and rebound.

The immense force rebounded against him. The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King had just exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength. He was completely unprepared for Si Ming to be able to twist and rebound his fist force. You should know that he had long mastered the technique of subtle and unified force. In the past, all his opponents who tried to use force against force or use softness to overcome hardness were killed by his powerful Foundation. This was the first time in his life that he had been attacked by someone.

With a crisp sound, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King was knocked back, and his punching arm was broken. After all, the force of the rebound was a combination of his and Si Ming's power. If he were Human Race powerhouse, this battle would have ended there. Fortunately, as the King of Monsters, this kind of injury caused by pure external force can be healed in the blink of an eye.

"Grandpa, next is the betrothal gift your son-in-law will give you. Please don't think it's too little."

Si Ming activated nuclear energy, and a destructive light shone from his palms. He struck out with both palms at the same time, and the energy surged and turbulent, but it did not disperse. Instead, it condensed into one as if it were a tangible substance.

"Ferocious Spirit Ashen Earth!"

Although the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King sensed the danger, he had just been attacked by a powerful counterattack. Even though his injuries had healed, his stance had been disrupted, and he was unable to move easily. At this moment, he could not dodge. He could only gather the surging Vicious Qi and condense it into a flaming energy that exuded an aura of calamity in his palm.

When the four palms struck, the nuclear energy in Si Ming's palms did not explode and spread in all directions as before. Instead, it condensed in one place and shot forward like Kamehameha, instantly engulfing the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King.

The destructive white light devoured the calamity-inducing flames, carrying the Spirit King as it crashed into a distant mountain wall. With a deafening roar, the earth trembled, and half of the small mountain was blasted away.

"Clouds Sweep a Hundred Li, Desolate Dragon Subdued!"

The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, covered in wounds, pushed aside the rubble pressing down on him and burst out from the ruins of the small mountain. He saw Si Ming's Sword Qi transform into a dragon, his figure constantly rising in his eyes, as if he had transformed into a cloud dragon that controlled wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and held the power of heaven and earth's punishment.

The next moment, the cloud dragon swooped down, seemingly about to pierce the earth's veins, cleaving the entire world in two with One Sword strike, returning it to Hundun. Even with the Spirit King's cultivation level, he felt a strong sense of crisis at this moment.

"All sins gather in desolation, and the Heavenly Sin Separation!"

In the blink of an eye, before the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King could unleash his strongest counterattack, a vertical eye opened between his brows, flashing with strange light. His fingers moved in countless ways, forming hand seals. He absorbed all the light emitted from the vertical eye, gathering it into a blade. Then, he slashed upwards in reverse, carving a hideous crack in the heavens and earth.

The blades clashed, unleashing an even wilder explosion. The ground trembled violently, and the remaining half of the hill was flattened by the shockwave, turning into mud, gravel, and sand that flew into the sky. Some even transformed into deadly weapons that shot out in all directions, accompanied by the sound of powerful crossbows piercing the air. The Glazed Temple side was protected by its array and suffered no casualties, Monster Race were not so lucky. They were immediately struck by bloodshed, with cries of agony echoing throughout the land.

In the vast sky, Sword Qi and blade light intertwined, rising up in patches of light, accompanied by mist and dust, mixed with earth-shattering dragon roars and the furious howls of the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King. Each clash caused wind and thunder to howl and lightning to tremble violently.

The Monster Race and Human Race below looked up, but could only vaguely see two shadows on the surface of the clouds. They heard thunderous sounds that reverberated for miles around. Those with weaker cultivation were shaken, swayed, and fainted.

Only a few masters who have reached the Grandmaster level can see through the clouds and mist to witness the clash between the two powerful figures, but they can only catch a glimpse of the afterglow. Only a handful of people, including Henzhen, can truly see it clearly.