131: The power of the armor is enough to shatter any spell with a single punch!

"Golden Core... Great Perfection?"

The Black-Robed Man squeezed these words out of his throat with difficulty, his voice dry and filled with incomprehensible shock.

His Nascent Soul-level Divine Sense swept through like a storm, but the result made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his Divine Soul trembling.

The opponent's cultivation was indeed at the Golden Core Great Perfection stage.

But this pressure, this terrifying aura emanating from every rune on the battle armor, as if it wanted to trample the Laws of Heaven and Earth underfoot, far exceeded the scope of a Golden Core!

The air in his perception became as viscous as mercury; each breath felt like inhaling scalding iron sand.

Refining five fourth-rank spirit treasures into a set of battle armor, and still being able to temporarily elevate one's cultivation to Golden Core Great Perfection?

He had never even heard of such a thing, let alone seen it!

This could no longer be explained by mere Opportunity; this was a subversion of the common sense of the entire Cultivation World!

This was a complete and utter Prodigy who should not exist in this world!

"You... who exactly are you?!"

The Black-Robed Man roared, but the tremor in his voice completely exposed the fear in his heart.

He lost the composure and arrogance of a Nascent Soul True Lord looking down on all beings; in its place was vigilance and solemnity when facing an unknown enemy.

However, no words answered him.

Shen Yuanmo, encased in the dark golden battle armor, didn't even glance at him.

The moment he entered Body Integration, his world was already different.

In his eyes, burning with Five-Colored Glazed Treasure Light, the Black-Robed Man was no longer a living Cultivator.

Instead, he was an energy aggregate formed by entangled threads of Laws such as filth, death, and malevolence.

He merely raised his right fist.

Responding to the Black-Robed Man was an iron fist burning with Five-Colored Glazed True Fire!

Boom!

Shen Yuanmo's figure left behind an afterimage that almost seemed to ignite.

He didn't just move; the power of the battle armor allowed him to directly distort the space in front of him, taking a single step.

He had already crossed the spatial distance, appearing like a ghost before the Black-Robed Man!

No flashy Spells, no profound Dao techniques.

Just a simple, unadorned punch, aimed squarely at the Black-Robed Man's face, smashing down with brutal force!

Too fast!

So fast that the Black-Robed Man's Nascent Soul-level Divine Sense could only catch a blurry trajectory tearing through space!

"Courting death!"

An extreme sense of crisis made the Black-Robed Man's hair stand on end instantly!

A Golden Core Cultivator dared to use his fist to strike the face of him, a Nascent Soul True Lord?!

Though startled, he remained composed, and centuries of battle instinct etched into his bones erupted at this moment!

"Nether Ghost Shield!"

He roared, and a black bone shield, composed of countless twisted ghostly faces and exuding a dense aura of death, instantly condensed before him!

This Ghost Shield was his Lifebound Treasure, refined over several centuries using the Divine Souls of hundreds of Golden Core Cultivators. Its defensive power was strong enough to withstand an attack from a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator!

He refused to believe that the opponent's Physical Body could be harder than his Lifebound Treasure!

However, the next second.

Bang——!!!!!

A thunderous roar, more muffled and terrifying than any previous collision, exploded!

Shen Yuanmo's fist collided head-on with the Nether Ghost Shield!

Time, at this moment, seemed to be pressed into slow motion.

The Black-Robed Man watched as his proud Nether Ghost Shield, upon contact with that fist, underwent a scene that made his heart tremble with fear.

The hundreds of twisted ghostly faces on the shield no longer let out silent shrieks; they seemed to have seen the ultimate natural predator in the world.

Then.

Crack!

A crisp shattering sound echoed. The indestructible Nether Ghost Shield was actually punched through, creating a hole right from the center point of impact!

"Pfft!"

His Lifebound Treasure damaged, the Black-Robed Man violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

But a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Using the terrifying impact force, his figure retreated a hundred zhang like a ghost, instantly widening the distance!

He dared not show any more contempt or hold anything back.

"Nether Blood River, transform into myriad ghost hands, bind!"

He slammed both hands downwards! The filthy blood river he had used to attack the formation earlier, which had not yet fully dissipated, surged violently at this moment!

Whoosh!

Countless grotesque arms, formed from foul blood and resentful souls, reached out from the blood river, like chains from the Nine Hells of Hell, grabbing at Shen Yuanmo in an overwhelming tide!

Each ghost hand contained malicious Laws capable of defiling Magic Treasures and corroding Physical Bodies, enough to instantly turn any Golden Core Cultivator into putrid blood.

However, Shen Yuanmo, clad in battle armor, merely watched this scene, capable of changing the very heavens and earth, with cold indifference.

The crimson cape behind him fluttered without wind.

That was the transformed bing fire heaven-burning fan.

Whoosh—!

A wave of crimson glazed True Fire, centered on him, swept out like a ripple!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

Upon contact with the True Fire, those filthy ghost hands instantly evaporated and purified, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun! Not even a wisp of black smoke remained, as if they had never existed.

"What?!"

The Black-Robed Man's pupils constricted. His most proud filthy Divine Ability was actually countered so easily by the opponent!

He changed his move without hesitation!

"Nether Divine Sting!"

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and a fine, black divine light, condensed from the essence of his lifelong death Laws, silently pierced through the Void Realm. It seemed to transcend time and space, aiming directly for Shen Yuanmo's glabella beneath his helmet!

This was his trump card assassination secret technique, specialized in breaking through Protective Aura, extremely vicious, and he had used it to assassinate Cultivators of the same rank before!

However, that black divine light could not advance another inch when it was still three inches from Shen Yuanmo's glabella.

On the helmet, which was the transformed wu earth heaven-flipping seal, a circle of earthy yellow divine light subtly circulated, forming an invisible absolute defensive Domain.

No matter how the Nether Divine Sting attacked, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

Unable to break through the defense!

Divine Abilities countered!

The Black-Robed Man felt the pressure and sense of death brought by Shen Yuanmo's powerful strength!

He knew that he was absolutely no match for this strange battle armor! Continuing to fight would only lead to death!

"Escape!"

This thought frantically occupied his mind!

He bit his tongue sharply, spitting out another mouthful of Lifebound Vital Blood.

"Nether Blood Escape Great Law!"

The vital blood exploded in the air, transforming into a dense blood mist that enveloped him. His figure instantly blurred, about to merge into the Void Realm and flee a thousand li away!

This was his strongest life-preserving secret technique; once cast, even a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator would find it hard to catch up!

"In front of me, where can you run?"

A voice devoid of any human emotion, like metallic resonance, seemed to resound directly in his Divine Soul.

The Black-Robed Man turned back in horror.

He saw that the black battle boots on Shen Yuanmo's feet had, at some unknown point, lit up with a faint black light.

That was the transformed kui water profound pearl.

He took a step, and the space beneath his feet rippled like a calm water surface.

His figure, stepping on these ripples as if strolling in a courtyard, followed closely behind the Black-Robed Man who was about to escape into the Void Realm, moving even faster than him despite his Blood Escape Great Law!

"No—!"

The Black-Robed Man let out the most desperate and shrill roar of his life!

He could only watch helplessly!

Watching that dark golden iron fist, which had crushed his Lifebound Treasure, once again enlarge in his vision, distorted by fear.

This time, he had no means left to resist.

Bang!

The fist landed squarely on his back.

A more terrifying and domineering Five Elements circulation force instantly surged into his body!

The power of Metal shattered his bones, the power of Wood drained his vitality, the power of Water froze his blood, the power of Fire incinerated his Meridians, and the power of Earth suppressed his Dantian!

His body, starting from the inside, collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch!

"Uh... ah..."

The Black-Robed Man let out an inarticulate, painful groan.

Boom!

A muffled sound.

The Black-Robed Man's body could no longer maintain its form and exploded, turning into scattered pieces of flesh and blood.

However, the moment his body exploded.

A miniature figure, only three inches tall, translucent and emitting a soft glow, suddenly shot out from the blood mist!

The miniature figure looked exactly like the Black-Robed Man!

It was his... Nascent Soul!

"Little Beast! Just you wait for this Lord! If I don't avenge this, I swear I'm not human!"

The Nascent Soul let out a shrill scream filled with endless malevolence and hatred, transforming into a streak of light, about to tear through space and flee desperately towards the horizon!

As long as the Nascent Soul was not extinguished, it wasn't true death!

If he could escape and spend a few hundred years reconstructing his Physical Body, he would still have a chance to make a comeback!

"I kill you as one slaughters a dog."

Shen Yuanmo's voice was devoid of any ripple, pronouncing judgment coldly.

"You can't escape."

He slowly raised his other hand.

Palm facing upwards.

As if plucking something from this heaven and earth.

Five threads of Laws, each of a different color, like five brilliant starlight rivers, emerged from the Void Realm, casually picked by him and converged towards his palm.

They intertwined, coiled, and wove together.

Finally, a Sword of Law, condensed from five-colored divine light, with the sun, moon, and stars flowing on its blade, seemingly capable of severing Karma and destroying Reincarnation, slowly formed in his palm.