The Giant, Still as a Maiden

Chu Tianshu arrived quickly, Zhao Qinglang responded just as quickly.

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly jerked upwards, as if two pupils had collided squarely with his upper eyelids.

The anger overflowing in his eyes, upon impact, all flowed into the blood vessels of his upper eyelids and down to the blood vessels of his forehead.

Fine, purple veins instantly covered his entire forehead.

It looked like the emblem of a demon, or the totem of a god or monster.

In an instant, his anger was transformed into a traceable, subtly manipulated power flowing through his veins. It did not affect his judgment; on the contrary, it fueled his arrogance.

It was amidst this arrogance that the large hand, shrouded in purple light, Mount Tai blocked Chu Tianshu's palm.

Thump!!!

The two palms collided, and as soon as the muffled sound rang out, the surrounding scenery suddenly blurred.

If Zhao Qinglang is like an angry and heavy mountain, then Chu Tianshu is like a roc breaking through the clouds.

Even if it's just a small hill, we're prepared to be shaken and reduced in size.

But no!

The moment the two palm strikes made contact, the overflowing power was directed by Chu Tianshu into the surrounding air.

Aside from the surrounding environment becoming blurry, Zhao Qinglang himself only experienced a slight tremor in his wrist; his torso didn't even shake, nor was he knocked down.

The scenery seen in the Taboo realm is no longer just the appearance of natural landscapes, but also the flowing essence of heaven and earth within them.

Humans are now able to refine and absorb this essence of heaven and earth.

But for Chu Tianshu, since his own suction force can reach a deeper level, his own attack power can naturally bypass the surface and reach a deeper level as well.

At this moment, the air around them merely became blurry, without forming any particularly violent or intense air currents.

In the hazy air, drops of liquid, resembling cyan crystals, condensed.

That was because Chu Tianshu guided the power, bypassing the surface of the air, to stir up the water-attribute essence of heaven and earth.

The essence of heaven and earth surged upwards and appeared before people.

It creates a wondrous sight of hundreds of blue water droplets appearing out of thin air.

Zhao Qinglang looked slightly startled, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"Myriad Qi Returning to Origin?!"

Once you step into the Taboo, devouring the essence of heaven and earth becomes instinctive. However, in battle, drawing the power of both sides together stimulates a large amount of the essence of heaven and earth.

This situation is considered the Myriad Qi Returning to Origin, and it is significantly more difficult than simply Guiding Qi Back to Origin.

One must have a sufficiently deep understanding and contemplation of the current situation.

When one can achieve this has nothing to do with the cultivation method; it usually depends on the individual.

The better the technique, the broader and deeper the perception; once you enter this realm, the greater the sense of unfamiliarity should be.

Chu Tianshu had only just broken through to the next level, yet he could do something like this. How could anyone not be astonished?

But Chu Tianshu himself naturally had nothing to be surprised about.

He leaped down, his body leaning forward, still in mid-air, when suddenly, he kicked his left foot with lightning speed toward the horse's head.

The kick didn't kill the horse.

It only caused him to flip upwards more quickly, becoming upside down.

The entire figure hovered directly above Zhao Qinglang, spinning wildly like a top.

All the surrounding floating blue water droplets instantly crashed into him, transforming into dense blue clouds.

In the blink of an eye!

Above Zhao Qinglang's head, there were no enemies in sight, only a large, roaring, swirling mass of azure clouds.

When the clouds violently churned and distorted, some areas appeared to be brightly lit, while others were slightly dim.

Those shimmering, bright spots that make the azure aura even more vibrant often appear directly below.

In an instant, Zhao Qinglang attacked the cloud of energy thirty or forty times.

Each flash of light outline is actually a palm, a fist, or a finger.

Zhao Qinglang's hands were used to block out those spots of light.

His hands possess a silent, terrifying power, a force as heavy as an angry mountain, and can almost be used to catch the wind and grasp shadows.

However, the light spots used to counter this blue cloud of mist.

Although his hands were fast, they were still a step behind, a bit clumsy.

The light spots shifted between real and illusory, changing at will and without restraint.

Some of the palm-shaped light spots actually possessed terrifying power, stirring up the entire cloud of energy; others were merely fleeting afterimages of hand gestures.

Zhao Qinglang's clumsiness is merely an illusion created by outsiders due to the visual impact.

However, they are facing an offensive that is becoming increasingly unpredictable, irregular, and without any warning signs, where the changes between reality and illusion are becoming more and more elusive.

Zhao Qinglang's hair, however, was turning white at a rate visible to the naked eye.

His thinking reached its peak, and his skills also rose to their zenith, to the point that his entire head could no longer bear it.

It's turning white, getting longer, and shedding.

If this scene could be frozen in time...

That was a hundred-armed monster that grew on horseback, its head tilted back, its hundred arms radiating power, glaring at the thunderclouds above.

Within a dozen meters, strands of white hair were fluttering wildly, all of which had just fallen from his head.

His hair wasn't originally long, but some of these flowing strands were over a foot long, and were crystal white from head to toe.

A red shadow suddenly flashed across the sky.

A red-lacquered axe, about 27 centimeters long and as wide as a human hand.

It looked like it was launched using some kind of swift, juggling technique.

The axe's blade severed a stray white hair that had drifted into the air, shattering the chaotic interplay of light and shadow.

Instead of shooting at the unfathomable blue thunderclouds, it charged at the horse.

The steed beneath Zhao Qinglang's feet.

Chu Tianshu's first strike utilized the combined power of both sides, Myriad Qi Returning to Origin.

Afterwards, Zhao Qinglang's attacks, though seemingly unrestrained, actually contained a degree of restraint in the force of each strike. This was one of the reasons why his black hair turned white and his mental energy was so severely depleted.

Although his eyes were glaring and his hair was disheveled, his mind was focused.

Both the upper and lower body exert their full strength with undivided focus.

The horse was captivated by the immense power and remained motionless, yet it suffered no physical injury whatsoever.

Until this axe struck, piercing the thick, rhinoceros-like hide of the exotic horse, breaking its ribs, and cutting into its heart.

Hilarious!!

The strange steed's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and it snorted, its nostrils emitting a burst of blood-red flames.

With its hooves pounding furiously, the massive, black and red horse-shaped figure charged forward with an almost ground-hugging, leaping momentum.

Zhao Qinglang's feet were firmly gripped to the horse's back.

As soon as the black horse moved, he moved with it.

The azure clouds immediately began to spiral and swirl, like a horizontal tornado, chasing after them.

Just as the tornado swept across the ground, a foot could be vaguely seen kicking horizontally across the ground.

A piece of concrete the size of a fist was ejected from the ground.

The one-eyed old man who had just thrown that axe still had another axe in his right hand, and he suddenly swung it out.

With a loud clang, the red-painted axe shattered in the concrete, and a large amount of debris struck the old man in the chest.

The one-eyed old man dismounted from his horse, flew backward, rolled twice on the ground, and then stood up again.

His clothes on his chest were completely torn, and the leather armor underneath was also pierced by fragments. Fortunately, his heart was not injured, but his blood was churning and he was bleeding from his seven orifices.

"Where did this monster come from? The Chief of Staff probably only has a chance of winning if he uses that one move..."

The one-eyed old man felt a chill run down his spine. Fortunately, when he looked up, he saw that the black and red horse had already rushed into the first floor of the unfinished building, and the blue tornado had also chased after it.

The black horse could still be seen just before it disappeared into the shadows of the building.

The figure on horseback, with a hundred afterimages, had already retracted. Dressed in yellow robes and with white hair, he moved with incredible speed, his body twisting as he faced the azure clouds.

If the blue tornado had delayed even a little longer, Zhao Qinglang's counterattack would have already begun.

The next instant, his forehead turned even more purple, his expression became even calmer, and he and his horse disappeared into the darkness, leaving only two points of purple light, like two purple crystals shining brightly.

When the azure clouds chased into the darkness, they did not illuminate the area; instead, they rapidly contracted and shrank.

This series of scenes flashed by quickly.

The one-eyed old man, with only one eye, was overwhelmed by what he saw and blinked. In that blink, he heard a strange sound.

That was the sound of a car.

But it certainly doesn't sound like any normal car engine.

Yu Nanfeng's car suddenly flipped forward as if it had been in an accident.

First, the rear of the car lifted up, exposing the roof to the crowd, and then the chassis flipped over, facing the people.

However, when the chassis is facing the crowd, it is no longer a car.

Instead, it was a fully-fledged mechanical giant with four limbs, standing approximately five meters tall.

It is predominantly silver and black, with a blue-painted outer shell, located on the outer side of its limbs.

The master and apprentice who were sitting in the car were completely hidden and protected by the silver-white partition.

The other members of the Demon Hunting Corps were about to set up an array to help their leader when they suddenly saw this scene and were stunned.

"What the hell?!"

Cars turning into robots has appeared countless times in movies before the cataclysm.

However, they never imagined that one day they would actually see such a thing in reality.

The five-meter-tall mechanical giant was as light as a praying mantis.

With its metal legs, the giant lunged forward, crashing into the herd of horses.

Amidst the carnage, at least four swordsmen were killed when their mounts were struck, and they managed to dodge the attack.

The metal left palm slammed down on the man wielding the pumpkin hammer.

The burly man roared and swung his hammer upwards in a reverse motion.

"You think you can fight me with that piece of junk metal?!"

After his initial shock, he had fully recovered.

Given the height of his horse and himself, his height was already close to that of the machine giant's chest.

In terms of size alone, the two are not necessarily incomparable.

Besides, the five-meter giant was just an empty shell; he had seen what the car originally looked like and estimated its weight.

The force of that hammer blow, even if it couldn't wreck the car, would at least send it flying off the ground, tumbling and overturning.

But as the hammer struck, the metal left hand, in the blink of an eye, changed from a slap to a grab.

The two metals came into contact without even a sound, and the sledgehammer was snatched away by that giant hand.

At that moment, another metal right hand reached out and slapped down with a "whoosh!"

The burly man and his horse were slammed to the ground by this slap.

The metal hand arched upwards, and a roar came from its palm.

But this large hand, from the wrist to the tips of the fingers, swayed like flowing water.

His palm pressed down again, and with a thud, the roar abruptly stopped.

"It's the Seventy-Two Hands of the Mirror Sea!"

The one-eyed old man noticed something amiss and shouted sharply.

"Forget about appearances, use your intuition instead of your eyes, and quickly set up the formation!"

A fighting machine that can't punch isn't a good machine; this thing is more of a suit of armor than a robot.

This represents the pinnacle of South Wind Group's technological achievements in the field of automobile modification to date.

It is the only finished product, and it is still only an experimental product.

The battle on the riverbank happened so suddenly that Yu Nanfeng didn't have time to use it.

But today she found her opportunity.

The Seventy-Two Hands of the Mirror Sea, amidst rolling waves and sinking waters, floating and drifting in the air, have always used gentleness to overcome strength!

But when Yu Nanfeng wields this armor, her palm techniques no longer lack the element of strength; instead, they are perfectly balanced between strength and gentleness.

On the Beast Arena, the twelve swordsmen cried out in alarm, shifting their positions and instantly forming a circle.

Hammer generals and one-eyed figures are interspersed among them.

The mechanical giant took a step forward, his hands moving like flowing water, displaying the essence of his palm techniques.

Large clumps of blood flowed from his metal right hand, slowly dripping down his fingertips.

The five-meter-tall giant emitted steam from the vents on its shoulders, which billowed hot steam directly into the second floor of the unfinished building.

Her demeanor was as serene as a virgin, and her hands were as red as rouge.

"What excellent palm technique! What a giant! It turns out that the Seventy-Two Hands of the Mirror Sea, even after its development to this point, still retains this Giant Palm!"

The one-eyed old man stared at the orifices on the giant's body, wiped the blood from his mouth, and gave a command.

"Kill!"

The twelve sword shadows converged and annihilated each other, each at a different height, like dandelion seeds, yet capable of cutting through alloy like mud.

The giant swung his palm, and from within his chest came the sharp shouts of two women.

"He deserves to be killed!!"

(End of this chapter)