230: Chapter 230 The Most Miserable Ninth-Tier Cultivator in History! You're Not a Body Cultivator, What Are You Pretending For!

Zhou Kui spread his arms and laughed wildly at the sky.

The pressure of the Ninth Rank spread out. On his dark red scales, the remnants of the holy radiance and the Abyss energy of the twelve Abyss Knights flowed. Behind him, the black water vapor surging from the Styx spring spread into a phantom river image in mid-air.

"And I!"

"Will be the first True God born on this planet!"

The declaration reverberated against the rock walls of the sinkhole, the spatial barriers shattered inch by inch, and spatial dust fell downwards.

Ye Xiao had just pulled up his pants when his entire face was pressed back onto the ground.

"No..."

He spat out a mouthful of dust with difficulty.

"One after another, will this ever end...?!"

Young Master Gu Lingfeng lay to the side, his chest heaving violently, struggling even to lift his eyelids.

"Uncle Ye, you called for reinforcements, right?"

Night Crow kept his hand on Dawn, his knuckles white, but under that pressure, he couldn't even draw the dagger by half an inch.

Ye Canglan's shoulders were pressed back onto the ground. The two remaining energy spider legs on his back had broken off, so he could only support himself on the rubble with his forearms, looking up at the figure covered in dark red bone armor in mid-air.

"Ninth Rank..."

"I hope the Marshal can arrive quickly...!"

On the other side, the Mountain Demon and Tiger Fiend lay in the rubble, their bones creaking under the Ninth Rank Aura, their huge beast eyes filled only with fear.

However, in this desperate silence, a clanging and clattering sound of metal collision rang out.

The sound wasn't loud, but at this moment, it seemed exceptionally abrupt.

Everyone struggled to turn their heads and looked towards the sound.

In the center of the sinkhole, Su Ming was squatting in front of the pile of empty dark gold heavy armor, his butt sticking out, his movements so fast it was dazzling.

A bracer, stuffed into the space bracelet.

A heavy cross sword, stuffed into the space bracelet.

Breastplate, leg armor, waist seal, inner lining, and those space bracelets that hadn't been swept away by the Styx...

Su Ming didn't even lift his head.

He looked like a diligent scavenger sorting through treasures in his own junkyard, completely disregarding the guy in the sky who called himself a "True God."

Boss Zhou could become a god if he wanted to.

Just don't delay his post-battle asset inventory.

The bodies of the twelve knights had just been swept away by the Styx, and his teeth were aching from the loss.

Fortunately, this old guy still had some professional ethics and didn't pack the equipment away too.

Otherwise, today's bill would have to be calculated with usury.

Ye Xiao turned his head to look, then pressed his face back down.

Big brother...

It's the Ninth Rank!

That's the Ninth Rank!

You're still in the mood to collect scraps here?!

You really don't treat the Ninth Rank as an outsider!

In mid-air, Zhou Kui's wild laughter stopped abruptly.

He slowly lowered his head, and the scales on his face twitched.

"Su Ming!"

His voice dropped.

"Can't you hear me talking?"

Su Ming was pulling a dark gold dagger from the side of a knight's boot, and upon hearing this, he replied casually.

"I'm listening, continue."

"I'll be done here in a second."

"..."

Zhou Kui's mouth twitched.

This was the first time he had released his Origin without reservation after reaching the Ninth Rank. The Divine Court Chief Judge had died by his hand, and the twelve Abyss Knights had turned into nutrients.

According to his expectations, Su Ming should be afraid, should be retreating, and should be fighting for the ownership of that Silver Blood shell.

Not squatting on the ground picking up other people's boots.

"Pathetic ant."

Zhou Kui's voice turned icy, carrying the anger of being slighted.

"Death is upon you, and you are still guarding those useless scrap metals."

Su Ming finally put away the last dagger, brushed the dust off his palms, and stood up.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Kui.

"Oh, are you done with your godhood acceptance speech?"

He picked his ear, looking sincere.

"If you're done, shouldn't we discuss how to settle the debt?"

Zhou Kui: "..."

Settle the debt?

Su Ming counted on his fingers.

"You killed twelve living resource packages right in front of me. Samuel was also held down by me, and this sinkhole, you smashed so many places, the repair fees have to be counted on you, right?"

Zhou Kui's eye twitched violently.

Su Ming added another sentence.

"Don't make that face. Paying debts is only right and proper. You've already called yourself a god, are you not ashamed to welsh on a debt?"

The Mountain Demon was a bit confused...

Does this kid not have the nerve for fear?

Has he never been beaten since he was a child!

Zhou Kui laughed out of extreme anger, and his Aura surged.

"Since you are so eager to seek death, I will fulfill your wish!"

He did not activate the Styx Law.

To deal with a "container" that didn't even have Source Energy, he only needed the purest, most primitive power to crush it with one punch.

He wanted to personally crush that damn calmness on the kid's face.

The rock layer under his feet exploded, and he disappeared.

The next moment, Zhou Kui appeared directly in front of Su Ming.

He raised his dark red bone fist, and the space around the fist's edge was dragged into a distorted vortex of air.

This punch only used seventy percent of his power.

It was enough to smash the skull of any Eighth Rank Body Cultivator into their chest cavity.

"Bang!"

Su Ming raised his left arm.

Silver-blue crystal lattices flipped out from under his sleeve and collided with that bone fist.

The shockwave swept along the ground, causing the ground to collapse into a shallow pit.

Zhou Kui's body swayed.

His right hand was completely numb from his finger bones to his shoulder.

He retreated three steps, leaving a half-meter-deep pit with every step.

Su Ming was still standing in place.

He hadn't moved an inch.

Zhou Kui looked down at his fist.

That rebound force traveled all the way up his bones into his shoulder blade, making half his arm stiff.

How is this possible?

He was already Ninth Rank.

In a contest of pure power, he was pushed back?

Su Ming glanced at his sleeve, and a prompt popped up on the surface of the sinking star.

[Repair Progress +2.8%]

Is that it?

The corners of his mouth moved.

"Trash."

The two words clearly spread throughout the entire sinkhole.

Blood rushed to Zhou Kui's face, his chest cavity emitted a low, watery sound, and the Ninth Rank Origin poured into his right arm. The scale patterns lit up, and his arm became a circle thicker than before.

"Come again!"

He took a step, his fist aiming straight for Su Ming's chest.

This time Su Ming didn't raise his arm.

He stepped forward with his right foot, lowered his waist and back slightly, and swung his fist from his side.

The two fists collided.

"Thud!"

A dull, extreme roar, like two meteorites colliding on the ground.

A circular shockwave exploded with the two of them as the center, and the surrounding rubble was all blown away.

The ground under Su Ming's feet only sank slightly, and his figure remained motionless.

In contrast, Zhou Kui... The dark red scales on his right arm made a series of cracking sounds.

An incomprehensible, irresistible force rolled back along his fist, and his entire arm instantly suffered bone fractures.

He flew out horizontally, crashing into the rock wall a hundred meters away.

Half the rock wall collapsed.

Rubble fell.

Young Master Gu Lingfeng opened his mouth, his jaw almost dislocated.

The common sense about "Ninth Rank is invincible" that his father had instilled in his mind was ground into dust at this moment.

Even if the opponent was just a newly Breakthrough Early Stage Ninth Rank, even if he wasn't a Body Cultivator specialist...

But that was still the Ninth Rank!

Blown away by an 18-year-old boy with pure physical strength like a punching bag?

What the hell is going on here?!

He missed Jingjing...

The Mountain Demon and Tiger Fiend lay on the ground, even their breathing softening.

The two Beast Seal Envoys looked at each other and simultaneously saw a strange sense of comfort in each other's eyes.

It turned out they weren't weak.

It was that everyone was weak.

Su Ming stood where he was and glanced at the System panel.

Adding up these few punches, the repair progress had increased by less than five points.

At this output efficiency, he wouldn't be able to fill the next stage even if he farmed until tomorrow.

He shouted impatiently.

"If you aren't a Body Cultivator, don't slack off."

"You have Source Energy, yet you come to compare strength with me?"

He looked at the crack and lowered his voice slightly.

"Boss Zhou, if you don't output more effort, I'm really going to get angry."

Boom!

The rubble exploded, and Zhou Kui stood up shakily.

The scales on half his body had completely shattered, a clear fist print was deeply indented in his chest, and the arm that had been hit hung by his side, the bones twisted at an unnatural angle.

He didn't roar again.

He just stared fixedly at Su Ming.

When he was fighting Samuel before, he had been watching from the side the whole time, thinking that even if Su Ming wasn't at the end of his rope, he must have been greatly exhausted.

As a result...

You call this the end of his rope?

"I understand..."

Zhou Kui muttered, the madness in his eyes more intense than before.

"This is the truly perfect Silver Blood body! Mine is not enough! Mine is still far from it!"

After being thoroughly humiliated by physical strength, he finally realized a fact... Physical melee combat was just asking for humiliation.

Then he would use the way the Ninth Rank should use.

But Su Ming didn't intend to give him time to switch calmly.

This guy's greatest value wasn't his fists, but the complex energy in his body that had fused the Origin of the twelve knights and Samuel.

That was the big part that could be converted into massive mass points.

He was still waiting to collect enough mass points to see what the fourth life form was like.

"I'll play with you up to here."

When Zhou Kui's new round of claw attacks came, Su Ming no longer passively blocked.

He took the initiative to reach out, grabbed Zhou Kui's swinging fist, and twisted it outwards with a backhand.

"Crack...!"

A tooth-aching sound of bone fracture rang out.

Zhou Kui's Ninth Rank arm bone, which he was so proud of, along with the dark red scales covering it, was twisted into a twist.

Severe pain hit, Zhou Kui groaned, and his other hand instinctively wanted to counterattack.

Su Ming's movements were faster than his.

He raised his foot.

He kicked Zhou Kui in the chest, seemingly casually.

"Boom!"

Zhou Kui flew out again, crashing through the sinkhole rock wall, and his whole body submerged into the dark crack.

A large area of rock collapsed, burying him completely.

The sinkhole fell silent.

Ye Canglan's throat felt dry.

Early Stage Ninth Rank.

Head-on physical collision, blown away by a punch, then kicked into the wall.

Does common sense still matter?

A rolling sound came from under the rubble.

Zhou Kui walked out of the ruins, Styx energy surged onto his broken arm, and the bones slowly returned to their place.

He didn't explode with rage immediately.

He clenched his newly reattached fingers, then relaxed them.

The pain of that power collision still remained in his bones.

On a purely physical level...

He couldn't even break the other party's defense!

One claw down, like scratching a solid planet?

He didn't want to admit it.

How could his Silver Blood transition plan, which he had laid out for twenty years, be so weak?

But facts didn't need him to admit it.

Su Ming shouted from a hundred meters away.

"If you haven't seen the world, stop coming out to embarrass yourself."

"..."

"Ah ah...!"

Zhou Kui's face turned purple.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation drowned his last shred of reason.

The thin dark red line on his chest suddenly lit up.

He pressed both hands on his chest and forcibly tore open that dark red crack.

His ribs flipped open to the sides.

Boom...!

Pitch-black Styx power soared from his body into the sky, surging behind him into a black river that traversed the sinkhole.

The cold, dead, and Soul-devouring Ninth Rank Law power spread out without reservation.

As the river water surged, the two completely different powers of shadow and holy radiance intertwined and entangled, finally condensing in his hands into a Soul-ferrying Giant Scythe dozens of meters long!

The giant scythe was pitch black, but the blade edge flickered with an eerie, holy white light.

Zhou Kui held the giant scythe high, his whole person suspended above the Styx.

He looked down at Su Ming, his voice hoarse and excited.

"I admit, your Physical Body indeed exceeded my expectations."

"But I want to see..."

"Whether your Physical Body can withstand the true Ninth Rank Law!"