Palm Lines Became Dharma Veins, Finger Joints Transformed into Mount Sumeru!

Chen Ku looked at the Corpse Puppet Daoist in speechless exasperation.

"You Quasi-Sages are fighting each other. What does that have to do with me?!"

"If you have the guts, go fight my master and martial uncle."

Chen Ku spoke as though it were only natural.

His words left the Corpse Puppet Daoist on the other side utterly dumbfounded.

Good heavens!

This brat was shameless enough to sell out his own master and martial uncle without a second thought?!

Rather than joining forces with his master and martial uncle against the enemy, did he want to see Jie Yin and Zhun Ti fight five against two?!

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti would probably cry out, "What an exemplary filial disciple!" if they heard this.

Still, seeing Chen Ku act so cowardly, the Corpse Puppet Daoist's confidence soared.

Wouldn't taking down this brat be effortless?!

Elsewhere, Linglong Ancestor and the other three mighty experts had already paired off to deal with Jie Yin and Zhun Ti separately.

"Heh heh, brat, stop talking nonsense!"

"Today, there is no escape for you!"

With a cold sneer, the Corpse Puppet Daoist advanced step by step, looking as though he had Chen Ku completely under control. His expression was exceptionally sinister.

Seeing this, Chen Ku's face became even more sorrowful.

"Alas... bitter indeed!"

"You're a Quasi-Sage, yet you're fighting a Grand Luo Golden Immortal?"

"Shameless. Utterly shameless."

Chen Ku sighed in such a manner, his voice low and mournful, his tone incomparably heavy.

The Corpse Puppet Daoist's mouth twitched violently at those words.

A Quasi-Sage dealing with a Grand Luo!

He knew that if word of this got out, it would indeed sound rather disgraceful!

But on second thought, the primordial world had always respected strength. The strong devoured the weak.

As long as he could kill Chen Ku and claim all of his spiritual treasures for himself,

who would dare question him then?!

At this thought, the Corpse Puppet Daoist's expression became even colder and more hostile as he looked down arrogantly at Chen Ku.

"Heh... brat, you had best know what is good for you!"

"If you hand over your spiritual treasures willingly, I may spare your life."

At this moment, the Corpse Puppet Daoist seemed to be toying with a mouse like a cat.

After all, the gap between major realms was like an insurmountable chasm, impossible to bridge.

Even if Chen Ku had reached the peak of the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, he could only be crushed and beaten before a Quasi-Sage.

Yet Chen Ku still paid him no heed.

He merely continued speaking to himself:

"Bitter... so bitter..."

"Bitter... so bitter..."

"We have never wronged anyone. Why must we suffer this..."

Chen Ku repeatedly spoke of bitterness, each line louder than the last.

But upon closer inspection, though Chen Ku's face was filled with sorrow, he showed no fear or alarm.

Moreover, as his words left his mouth, an incomparably profound yet nearly imperceptible Dao rhythm gradually spread from his body.

On the other side, the Corpse Puppet Daoist had initially worn a mocking expression upon hearing Chen Ku's words.

Yet as Chen Ku continued speaking of Bitter Dao, the Corpse Puppet Daoist's divine sense suddenly grew dazed.

The icy killing intent in his heart also waned somewhat.

In its place arose faint feelings of compassion and sympathy!

"Not good!"

The Corpse Puppet Daoist cried out inwardly and immediately snapped awake.

His pupils contracted sharply as he stared at Chen Ku in utter shock.

"This brat is truly strange!"

"Why can his words stir even my emotions?!"

Indeed!

Only now did the Corpse Puppet Daoist realize that every time Chen Ku spoke of bitterness, his own emotions would rise and fall with it.

In truth, it was because Chen Ku had secretly activated the Primal Chaos Sutra, displaying the effects and power that the Hundred Bitter Sutra had once possessed.

"Courting death!"

The Corpse Puppet Daoist shouted coldly.

He could see that Chen Ku was unwilling to hand over his spiritual treasures voluntarily.

Since that was the case, there was nothing more to say. He would simply attack.

Before his words had faded, he had already leaped forth fiercely, charging at Chen Ku with terrifying force.

How terrifying was the might of a Quasi-Sage?!

For a time, chaotic mist surged all around, intertwining and shifting in unfathomably strange ways.

The Corpse Puppet Daoist advanced with overwhelming momentum, his pressure shaking souls and shattering one great star after another.

An icy, bone-piercing aura spread outward, revealing that the Dao cultivated by the Corpse Puppet Daoist was an exceedingly sinister and bizarre one.

Seeing the Corpse Puppet Daoist rush toward him, Chen Ku's expression turned grave.

"As expected..."

"The Primal Chaos Sutra still cannot completely shake a Quasi-Sage's divine sense?"

Chen Ku could not help but sigh inwardly, though he was not overly disappointed.

After all, he had anticipated such an outcome.

Immediately afterward, his gaze hardened, flashing with cold lightning and sharp brilliance.

Since delaying was useless, he had no fear of battle!

Moreover, facing a Quasi-Sage head-on with the cultivation of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal clearly left no room for him to hold back.

"Tathagata Divine Palm!"

Chen Ku shouted in a low voice and struck out with one palm, directly unleashing the supreme divine ability he had comprehended in the past.

This divine ability was an upgraded version of Buddha's Palm Paradise, possessing even more terrifying power.

In an instant, countless swastika runes surged across the sky, blotting out the heavens and sun, while the chants of countless Buddhist disciples thundered through the air, deafening beyond description.

Yet beyond that, an even more horrifying sight emerged.

Above Chen Ku's head, an enormous palm of laws condensed, incomparably terrifying.

Where its five fingers descended, golden lotuses stretched across the void, sacred beyond compare!

Palm lines became Dharma veins, finger joints transformed into Mount Sumeru!

The mysteries of creation and destruction flickered faintly into view, obscure and profound, unfathomable even to gods and ghosts!

The sight was as though some immeasurable existence truly sat above the chaos, bringing down such a heaven-shaking palm strike.

The colossal palm seal crashed down, unstoppable as it shattered the chaotic cosmos!

In that instant, the Corpse Puppet Daoist looked up at the sky, his expression changing drastically.

"This..."

He could not help crying out in shock.

But before he could finish speaking, wherever the colossal palm seal passed, the ripples of the Corpse Puppet Daoist's divine abilities and Dao techniques crumbled inch by inch, sinking into oblivion and vanishing completely.

The Corpse Puppet Daoist's pupils contracted once more, and terror filled his face.

Before he could make any further move, the Tathagata Divine Palm continued unabated and slammed heavily into his body.

At that moment, the Corpse Puppet Daoist understood with absolute clarity just how terrifying this divine ability was.

Rather than the force of a palm seal, it felt more like the collision of an entire world.

After all, the Tathagata Divine Palm had evolved from Buddha's Palm Paradise.

The immense power contained within it was comparable to a world itself.

"Pfft..."

Almost instantly, the Corpse Puppet Daoist spat out a mouthful of blood without suspense. His body was sent flying like a fallen leaf in the wind, looking utterly miserable and wretched.

He was blasted back tens of thousands of miles before the Corpse Puppet Daoist barely managed to steady himself.

"You... how is this possible?!"

The Corpse Puppet Daoist's Daoist robe billowed through the cosmos as he stared incredulously at Chen Ku in the distance and spoke in a low voice.

Strong!

Far too strong!

Chen Ku's strength had far surpassed the Corpse Puppet Daoist's expectations.

He possessed the bearing of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, yet the divine abilities and Dao techniques he wielded were already comparable to those of a Quasi-Sage.

More importantly, Chen Ku's physical strength was equally world-shaking.

It was no exaggeration to say that, in the Corpse Puppet Daoist's senses, even if Chen Ku relied solely on his physical body, he was like a savage beast charging forward—ferocious beyond measure and impossible to stop.

Then, as if understanding something, the Corpse Puppet Daoist sneered.

"Hmph, what a fine brat, pretending to be weak to catch the strong!"

"I truly underestimated you earlier."