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Chapter 533 - 501 Deliberations 7
Zhang Rongfang leaped up, as if he had long anticipated this move.
With a swish, a swath of Spiritual Lines sliced through the two large trees around them.
In an instant, the trees tilted and fell, branches and leaves crashing down, scattering a rain of foliage.
Zhang Rongfang soared over Sang Lan’s head, his palm striking down like lightning.
Another Immortal Technique: Dark Rainbow.
The blood mist transformed into a rainbow of light, descending directly onto Sang Lan’s upturned face.
Ah!!!
With a scream, Sang Lan clutched his face and retreated suddenly, caught off guard.
"My face!! My eyes!!!"
He roared, releasing his hands, revealing a face that was completely ulcerated and blackened, with his eyes and nose half corroded away.
"Die! Die! Die!!!!"
This strike finally made Sang Lan abandon all restraint.
He spread his arms wide, and large Spiritual Lines extended from them, lengthening into two whips over ten meters long, which he began to sweep around madly.
The trees and ground around them were like tofu, unable to withstand the lashing Spiritual Line whips, and broke apart one after another.
Only Zhang Rongfang.
His massive form was like a small boat amidst a tempest, landing precisely and calmly in the empty spaces between the whips no matter how ferocious the storm was.
In the Blood Lotus State, his speed and strength were significantly enhanced, making it even easier to deal with the Spiritual Lines.
"Now... you’re even weaker than before...." His eyes narrowed. His toes tapped rapidly, flitting between the Spiritual Line whips, approaching Sang Lan.
"Goodbye."
In an instant, he used the Shrinking Ground technique in succession.
Zhang Rongfang, like an illusion, flickered to Sang Lan’s side, unleashing another Dark Rainbow.
This time, he didn’t just use a single move, but continuously bombarded him with Dark Rainbows!
Nine consecutive strikes in a second!
The nine Dark Rainbows converged into an unprecedented black-red stream of light, slamming into the unprepared Sang Lan.
Sang Lan tried to evade, but after three dodges, just as he found a position, Zhang Rongfang caught up with him again.
There was no way to escape!
All his movements were anticipated. Even his next response was foreseen.
The terrifying power of predicting the enemy’s moves makes facing an entirely unfamiliar opponent and technique possible.
Given time, it could quickly be understood, leading to Absolute Evasion status.
Only a Grandmaster who also mastered this predictive ability could foresee it.
But now, compared to the opponent, his predictive ability was a joke!
Puh!!!
At last, the nine unavoidable Dark Rainbows all struck Sang Lan.
From afar, it looked like a mass of blood mist enveloping him entirely.
Ah!!!
With a piercing scream, Sang Lan flailed wildly in an attempt to dispel the surrounding blood mist.
But it was futile.
The blood mist adhered to him, corroding his Spiritual Lines into patches of black spots and stains.
The ground was pounded with varying-sized pits with his struggling strength.
Some of the errant air blasts he unleashed struck tree trunks, sending shards of bark flying. This showed just how powerful Sang Lan’s strength was at the moment.
At this moment, everything about Sang Lan was in Zhang Rongfang’s grasp, making his status as a Grandmaster laughable.
Compared to any previous Grandmaster Zhang Rongfang faced, even the weakest could easily crush this person in martial arts.
One could say that Sang Lan was a complete martial arts waste.
His entry into the status of Grandmaster was a sham, and his predictive ability was pathetically weak. His Absolute Defense was nothing but a foundational rudiment.
The enhancement of the final form was merely a slight increase in strength and speed. That was all.
This guy relied entirely on the gods he worshipped.
The main ability of the final form is to augment the repression by divine will, which is evident.
This repression, though strong, prompts the attacked to awaken suddenly due to the immense stimulation and exhibit instinctual resistance.
It was the same for Zhang Rongfang earlier.
Though his will was completely suppressed, upon being physically injured, he could react, dodge, and avoid. Unlike ordinary people, he was not afraid of being injured. Thus, he remained undefeated in several attempts.
However, now everything about Sang Lan became clear.
Yet this did not mean he had won.
Zhang Rongfang hadn’t forgotten that the data given by the Celestial Maiden clearly recorded that the Spirit General had one final, most powerful ability.
That was.....
Great Descent of the Divine!
In an instant, Sang Lan radiated dense silver light. A vast expanse of white mist emerged to engulf him.
His eyes turned silver white, and he looked up at Zhang Rongfang.
At this moment, the human intellect was completely suppressed. What replaced it was a whole new existence from an unknown realm.
"Has it come?" Zhang Rongfang, whose face had turned pale due to blood loss, had now fully recovered.
He stared intently at Sang Lan, and the ease on his face gradually faded away.
"Cold Heaven." Sang Lan suddenly spoke, raising a hand to point in Zhang Rongfang’s direction.
Suddenly, an immense invisible pressure, following his finger, weighed heavily on Zhang Rongfang.
This was the same suppression of will as before!
The method was the same, but its intensity was far greater than before.
In Zhang Rongfang’s eyes appeared swirling blue currents, and inexplicably, the skin on his body started to crack, revealing blood-red wounds.
Previously, he could easily break free using the Extreme State.
But now... even with a more powerful Blood Lotus, he remained trapped within the illusion of the will suppression field.
Ka ka...
The two Blood Lotuses on Zhang Rongfang’s back struggled continuously, while the Blood God and Wish Girl within twisted restlessly, trying to help resist.
But this time, the gap was just too vast. Their efforts only slightly alleviated the invisible pressure around them. Better than nothing.
This was a contest of sheer will.
The Descent of a Spirit General, even if it was merely a Residual God, far surpassed the strength of any previous Descent.
Pure divine will suppression, this time the intensity was several times greater than before!
Zhang Rongfang’s entire body trembled, his knees continuously bending downward, as if an overwhelming pressure was forcing him to kneel.
What to do? What to do!? WHAT TO DO!!?
He frantically supported his body, refusing to let himself kneel. His mind whirled rapidly.
The strength of the Great Descent of the Spirit General far exceeded his expectations.
So much so that his reserved final move as a Grandmaster was now entirely unusable.
Because this was purely a contest of will.
To resist the suppression of divine will, one can only rely on oneself!
An Extreme Realm Grandmaster can only confront such mental suppression by forcing themselves into a neurotic state.
Whereas an ordinary person... can’t even move when faced with such repression!
Completely unable to move!!!
Hiss hiss hiss!!
Zhang Rongfang just stood still, and his whole body erupted with a dense mass of blood lines.
He opened his mouth, trying to scream, but no sound came out of his throat, as if something was blocking it.
"Taboo." Sang Lan, expressionless, walked step by step towards him.
"Slit your throat."
The silver light in his eyes shone brightly again.
Slit his throat!!?
Zhang Rongfang’s face twisted grimly. His hands began to lift on their own, moving towards his own throat.
His palms moved closer step by step, inch by inch, towards his neck.
Slit his throat!!?
He had painstakingly cultivated, scheming and fighting day and night, just to live the life he wanted in this chaotic world!!
He wanted to live better!!
He wanted a more stable life!!!
And now... they wanted him to slit his throat!!?
Zhang Rongfang’s face contorted with ferocity, and the blood in his entire body circulated at full speed, with his temperature rising rapidly.
"What... what kind of joke is this!!?"
He frantically controlled his hands, resisting the terrifying pressure.
In his mind, countless thoughts and distractions vanished in an instant.
Only one thing remained.
Break through!
Break through!!
Break through!!!
Bang!!
In an instant, the external divine will intensified again, turning into a torrent that pressed heavily on Zhang Rongfang.
His arms, which had already begun to slow down, were now, under the influence of this new external force, thrusting fiercely towards his own neck.
Thud!!
In a flash, a black-red arm from below crashed upward, forcefully knocking his hands away, diverting them.
"Ah!!!!!!!"
Zhang Rongfang suddenly looked up, his body, once suppressed, seemed to break free at this moment.
"Final Form!"
"Godspeed!!!"
Almost at the same moment, under immense pressure, the second blood lotus on his back fully formed.
Instantly, the blood lotus bloomed.
A new layer of blood-colored patterns spread and covered his entire body.
Boom!!!
The combination of two new powerful forces erupted, violently breaking through some invisible pressure.
Zhang Rongfang’s half-crouched body suddenly vanished, charging towards Sang Lan.
Everything around seemed to enter an absolute slow-motion state.
The sky, the formidable enemy, the flying debris and dirt and the leaves fluttering like raindrops, even a black beetle knocked into the air by the battle.
All of it slowed down at this moment.
Zhang Rongfang stepped forward, charging, under extreme speed, breaking through layers upon layers of divine will fields, causing his skin to crack open with countless bloody wounds.
His body was stained red with blood.
But he didn’t care.
In his eyes, there was only one person ahead—Sang Lan!
Layer upon layer of divine will fields, like layers of ice-blue winds, streams of rotating water, were constantly broken through by him, torn apart, and broken through again!
He saw Sang Lan expressionless, slowly raising his hand again, aiming towards him. Seemingly ready to strike again.
But it was too late....
In Godspeed state, Zhang Rongfang, body drenched in blood, each step shattering the ground, blasting out craters several meters in diameter.
Finally, he reached in front of Sang Lan.
He raised three arms, forward, with all his strength.
’Immortal Technique: Three-Edged Double-Bladed Knife!!!’
Three arms swung in a peculiar vibrating rhythm, carving out razor-sharp arcs like blades, suddenly descending.
Slash!!
Time seemed to freeze in an instant.
Sang Lan stood in place, his hand only half-raised, but it didn’t matter anymore.
At that moment, Zhang Rongfang’s three arms, with disregard for everything and with terrifying force, smashed into his chest.
Not anywhere else, just into his chest.
Under the immense pressure, the three arms immediately exploded, bursting into countless fragments of flesh and bone, all of which slammed into Sang Lan.
Time began to flow again.
Boom!!
A sound of explosion resounded, the ground shook violently, spreading ripples of dirt like waves.
Zhang Rongfang’s three arms shattered and exploded, and he knelt motionless in the center.
On the other side, Sang Lan was flung backward, crashing through the trees behind at terrifying speed, flying toward the distance.
In mid-air, three distinct blurry bloody pits appeared on his chest, embedded with fragments of Zhang Rongfang’s flesh and bone.
At this moment, the interior of the wounds was eroding with countless pieces of flesh and bone, forming large patches of black spots.
As the spots rapidly spread and expanded, the silver light in his eyes began to flicker, seemingly starting to lose stability.
Sang Lan struggled to raise his hand again. He had never expected his willpower field to be penetrated just now. By the time he realized, it was too late.
The man’s speed was too fast, too fast....
He had many abilities unused, but unfortunately, there was no time.
In this final moment, he could only rely on the strong body of the Spirit General.
"Forget it."
Sigh.
The silver light in Sang Lan’s eyes dimmed directly, extinguished.
His entire body exploded in mid-air, transforming into a cluster of silver spiritual flower lines, blooming, scattering, and then volatilizing into black ashes and disappearing.
"I will remember you." Sang Lan’s voice echoed far into Zhang Rongfang’s ears at the last moment.
"Remember me?" Zhang Rongfang stood up with difficulty, revealing a strange smile on his face.
"Winning through a surprise attack is still a win." Otherwise, why did he hold onto the Final Form without using it?
Wasn’t it just to unleash a speed gap at the critical moment, catching the opponent off guard, and delivering a fatal blow?
"The victor holds everything." The three arms on Zhang Rongfang’s body began to wriggle rapidly, regenerate, and extend out again.
"This is also the principle of my path to becoming a Human Immortal!"