466: Chapter 466 Killing someone by destroying their spirit, seizing true blood!

A blinding light exploded from the center of the two, illuminating the entire dim Bronze Immortal Palace as if it were broad daylight.

The "Heavenly Tribulation Light," which Su Changkong had pinned his high hopes on and claimed could kill a Golden Immortal across cultivation levels, shattered like a fragile glass pillar under Lu Li's simple, unadorned, yet violently aesthetic fist imprint.

Starting from the point of contact, a crisp "crack, crack" sound echoed as it crumbled into pieces from top to bottom!

Countless purple-gold light fragments splattered in all directions like magnificent fireworks, but they could not harm Lu Li in the slightest.

"This is impossible!" Su Changkong's wild laughter froze instantly on his face, his eyeballs bulging, and his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

However, the nightmare had only just begun. After shattering the Heavenly Tribulation Light, the momentum of Lu Li's fist imprint did not decrease in the slightest!

Wrapped in holy white light, the fist, heavy as an ancient divine mountain, carried a terrifying, overwhelming power that tore through all the protective immortal light around Su Changkong's body, slamming fiercely into the very center of his chest.

"Crack!" A sound of shattering, crisp to the extreme yet enough to make Su Changkong's scalp tingle, rang out clearly within the palace.

That was his "Supreme Immortal Bone," which he took pride in, had survived near-death experiences for, and had just successfully transformed through endless pain.

Under Lu Li's domineering and incomparable punch, the surface of that purple-gold glowing immortal bone was once again covered in dense, spiderweb-like cracks.

"No! My Supreme Immortal Bone!"

Amidst Su Changkong's desperate and shrill scream, with a muffled "boom," the Supreme Immortal Bone could no longer withstand this destructive force and exploded within Su Changkong's chest cavity!

The shattered bone fragments acted like sharp hidden weapons, instantly piercing through his internal organs.

"Pfft—!" Su Changkong spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood mixed with chunks of internal organs, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, ten times faster than when he had come.

"Bang!" He slammed heavily against the indestructible wall of the Bronze Immortal Palace hundreds of feet away, the immense impact causing the entire wall to cave in, forming a shallow crater.

Under this collision, countless bones in his body broke, and like a pile of unsupported mud, he slid softly down the wall and collapsed onto the ground.

One punch! Just one punch! Without any hesitation, without any evenly matched struggle.

It was another thorough, despair-inducing instant kill!

"How... how is this possible..." Su Changkong lay in a pool of blood, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.

His eyes were hollow and lifeless, staring fixedly at the ceiling, his mental world completely collapsed and shattered at this moment.

He had experienced unimaginable near-death trials, endured the agony of burning fire and having his tendons pulled and bones removed in the Nirvana blood pool, only to finally reshape this peerless Supreme Immortal Bone.

He thought he had finally reached the Peak, thought he could finally take revenge, wipe away his shame, and trample Lu Li under his feet to humiliate him to his heart's content.

But the result... the cruel reality gave him the loudest slap in the face. He couldn't even withstand a casual punch thrown by the other party!

This huge gap, falling from heaven instantly into the eighteenth level of Hell, made him feel more painful and suffocated than if he had been killed directly.

His Dao Heart was completely covered in cracks at this moment, with no possibility of repair.

Lu Li walked to his front unhurriedly, hands behind his back, looking down from above at Su Changkong, who was like a dead dog.

Looking at the hole that had caved in again on the other's chest, Lu Li shook his head speechlessly, his crisp, childlike voice tinged with sincere bewilderment: "I must say, you are quite interesting. How is it that your bones are like chives, growing back after being cut? You grow and shatter, shatter and grow every day; if you don't feel tired, I feel tired for you."

"You... Pfft!" Su Changkong, already heavily injured and on the verge of death with a mental breakdown, heard Lu Li's soul-crushing mockery. His blood Qi surged, and he spat out another mouthful of old blood, his face turning ashen to the extreme.

"This is unfair! The Heavenly Dao is unjust! I... I refuse to accept this!" He let out a shrill roar, like a cuckoo weeping blood, from the abyss of despair.

A strong desire to survive and unwillingness allowed him to burst forth with his final potential. He struggled to raise his trembling right hand and crushed a Talisman emitting a dim, dark luster hidden deep in his palm.

That was the last life-saving trump card his protector, Guardian Su Ye, had desperately shoved into his hand before dying—the Great Blood Escape Teleportation Talisman!

"Hum!" The moment the Talisman shattered, a blinding blood-red light shot into the sky, instantly wrapping firmly around Su Changkong's broken body.

This blood-red light contained a domineering power of spatial tearing, actually ignoring the solid Law of Space of the Bronze Immortal Palace and forcibly tearing through the barrier of the seventh level.

The blood light flashed, taking the heavily injured, dying Su Changkong, whose consciousness was already beginning to blur, and forcibly rushing into the dark passage leading to the eighth level, disappearing without a trace.

"Running faster than a rabbit." Lu Li looked at the direction where Su Changkong disappeared and did not move to chase after him.

He folded his arms across his chest, a playful arc appearing at the corners of his mouth. He was very clear about the nature of this Bronze Immortal Palace; the trials here were more lethal level by level.

Su Changkong was beaten half to death by him even in his prime. Now that his Supreme Immortal Bone was shattered, his Foundation destroyed, and only a breath remained, he actually dared to force his way into the next level.

How is this any different from voluntarily putting his neck under a guillotine?

"Seventh level, passed." In the Void Realm, the mechanical and cold voice arrived as expected.

"Reward: One drop of Nirvana True Blood." A crystal-clear jade bottle floated down from above the palace.

Lu Li waved his hand, and the jade bottle landed steadily in his palm. Through the jade bottle, one could see a drop of blood as brilliant as a ruby quietly floating inside.

Inside this drop of blood, a miniature ancient True Phoenix could be faintly seen spreading its wings and dancing, emitting a pure, ceaseless, and immense life force.

"Good stuff. Although it's not very useful to me, taking it back for the injured Elders in the clan to use is simply a divine medicine that can bring the dead back to life."

Lu Li satisfiedly put the jade bottle into his Storage Ring, then clapped his hands, walked with a relaxed demeanor, and entered the door leading to the eighth level.

Stepping through the bronze door, his vision suddenly cleared, but what rushed to meet him was an oppressive aura sufficient to make one suffocate.

The trial ground of the eighth level was a vast, boundless black basalt square. There were no shelters here, no Formation cover, only endless emptiness and dead silence.

And directly above the square was a patch of pitch-black tribulation clouds, rolling ceaselessly and so heavy it felt as if they were about to collapse. Within the clouds, countless streaks of eerie, silvery-white lightning crazily shuttled and intertwined, resembling ancient thunder Dragons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.