Chapter 429 Only Death

"Huh?" Yan Chu froze. "It's understandable for me to say things like that, but how did those words pop out of your mouth too?"

"Who the hell is the one who underwent Transmigration anyway? Are you some half-human, half-ghost freak, the number one Divine Spear?"

"Go to hell!" Ji Hanshi immediately pushed his own nonsensical words to the back of his mind. He let out a cold snort and threw the bronze furnace in his hand. It instantly transformed into a size of several hundred zhang, attempting to pull Yan Chu and the entire mountain peak he stood upon into the furnace.

Boom! The bronze furnace hummed, and an irresistible suction force erupted from its mouth.

Yan Chu sneered and slammed a foot onto the ground with a thud. He circulated his Supreme Daluo Heaven Cultivation Technique, pushing the Profound Truth of the Immovable Earth to its limit, anchoring himself to the mountains and land so that he remained completely motionless.

Whoosh! Countless rocks were swept into the furnace by the gale stirred up by the bronze vessel. The entire canyon, spanning tens of miles, shrank significantly in an instant. Only the spot where Yan Chu stood remained completely unaffected.

"Hmm?" Ji Hanshi's eyes narrowed. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant; he truly had some skill.

"Taste my Soul-Extinguishing Divine Smoke!" Ji Hanshi sneered. A small patch of smoke poured from the mouth of the furnace, and as soon as it appeared, it expanded to a hundred miles in size, shrouding the entire sky.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle... A scorched, foul, and pungent odor filled the air. Even the air itself was being corroded by this poisonous smoke. This smoke was specifically targeted at the Primordial Spirit; everything else was just collateral damage. Even so, it corroded the mountains and canyons within a hundred miles into nothing more than mud.

Whoosh! At this moment, Yan Chu raised his hand and waved it. Terrifying gales suddenly manifested out of thin air, forming a thick barrier. The surging wind force rolled upward, sweeping all the Soul-Extinguishing Divine Smoke that had just descended back into the high sky, forcing it to flow back into the bronze furnace.

"What a fine Wind Divine Ability! Take my Biluo Divine Palm!" Seeing that he couldn't take down Yan Chu with the Qingxiao Soul Refining Furnace alone, Ji Hanshi flashed into mid-air and flipped his palm downward. A cyan glow surged in his palm, instantly covering the entire sky.

Sun Sanxi had been searching below and hadn't stopped even when the three from Ziyun arrived. He knew that he was powerless against existences of this Rank, so he might as well focus on searching and completing the task Yan Chu had given him.

But when Ji Hanshi made his move, he couldn't remain calm. When Ji Hanshi had first brought out the Qingxiao Soul Refining Furnace, nearly ninety percent of the entire canyon had been sucked into it, leaving behind a vast, barren clearing spanning tens of miles. Terrified, he could only find a place to hide, trembling all over.

When that giant palm covering the sky appeared, he was even more terrified. Along with the descending giant palm, the incomparably high and distant blue sky seemed to fall with it. It felt as if the entire sky were pressing down, making one truly feel their own insignificance, as if it represented the will of Heaven.

This was the characteristic of the Biluo Sect Cultivation Technique. Biluo means the blue sky; the Profound Truth of the Biluo Sect Cultivation Technique lies in cultivating the power of the blue sky and acting on behalf of Heaven.

"Can Senior Kang hold out?!" Sun Sanxi hid behind a pile of rocks, trembling. He prayed that Yan Chu would be able to withstand it; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to escape death himself.

"Biluo Divine Palm! Die!" Ji Hanshi shouted loudly, slamming down this palm that felt like the firmament, intending to crush Yan Chu completely under the momentum of the heavens.

"What kind of bullshit divine palm is that? Take my move: Myriad Torrent Blade!" Yan Chu pushed with both hands. In the previously empty Void Realm, an endless torrent suddenly surged forth, as if rushing down from the Nine Heavens, forming boundless giant waves that crashed into the Biluo Divine Palm.

Rumble! The giant waves and torrents roared like waves crashing against the shore. As they struck the giant palm, sparks first flew and shattered, only to be submerged by even more flowing blades. They cut countless bloody gashes into the giant palm, and blood rained down.

Every single droplet was a sharp, cold blade, slicing into the palm print layer by layer. In an instant, the giant palm was shredded to pieces by the Myriad Torrent Blade.

"Arghhhhh!" High in the sky, Ji Hanshi retreated more than twenty miles. His right palm was a ghastly sight; it was cut beyond recognition, with flesh splattering and bone fragments scattering everywhere. He screamed in agony, unable to stop.

"You dare to hurt me?! I will make sure you die without a burial place!" Ji Hanshi roared. The Qingxiao Soul Refining Furnace descended from the sky with a boom, spinning in the air with the power to destroy everything as it smashed directly toward Yan Chu.

Yan Chu's figure vanished from the spot like the wind. Boom! The place where he had been standing was shattered by the bronze furnace. Amidst the cracking sounds, the entire mountain ridge was completely leveled, and dust billowed.

"I just said that only stupid people die. Have you forgotten?" Ji Hanshi raised his hand and beckoned; the bronze furnace rushed out from the dust. Suddenly, Yan Chu's ethereal voice appeared behind him.

Boom! Without any hesitation, the Qingxiao Soul Refining Furnace flew toward the direction of the voice, and the furnace lid clanged shut, but it missed its target.

"Hehehe, how can someone like you be changed? Hmm?" "Only death!" Yan Chu's figure completely disappeared into the world, but his voice echoed everywhere. This was the nature of the wind: unpredictable and ever-changing.

"Playing tricks!" Ji Hanshi's body erupted with cyan light. The injury on his hand had already healed, but the lingering faint pain made him feel deeply humiliated, and the killing intent on his face was intense.

"Today, I'll let you witness the methods of a Half-Saint!" "Ten Thousand Trees Flourish! Thunder Travels in Summer!" In an instant, Ji Hanshi unleashed four Divine Abilities in succession. The changes of the four seasons—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—evolved around him.

Within a hundred miles, vitality filled the world. The hundred-mile mountain ridge that had just been destroyed visibly turned lush and green. The majestic vitality was drawn by Ji Hanshi, enveloping his entire body in protection. Then, a clap of thunder illuminated the Void Realm for hundreds of miles, and a figure flashed past in the void.

"Found you!" "Solemn Autumn Forbids Life! All Sounds Extinguished!" Ji Hanshi shouted. A murderous aura filled the world, and a heavy force of deathly silence suppressed the operation of any Divine Ability. Yan Chu, who was moving through the wind, immediately reappeared, and intense killing intent washed over him.

"Four Symbols Age-Killing Finger!" At this moment, the power of the four seasons of heaven and earth merged into one, condensed by Ji Hanshi at his fingertip. Four-colored light swirled as he pointed a finger toward Yan Chu, whose movements were restricted.

"Good! These moves are finally starting to look like something!" Yan Chu finally clapped his hands and smiled, showing his admiration.

"Hmph! You're on the verge of death and still dare to talk big!" Ji Hanshi sneered disdainfully. He pushed the power of the four seasons to its limit, and the thousands of plants and trees that had just grown below instantly withered and turned yellow again, their essence drained dry.

Om Mani Padme Hum... At this moment, Yan Chu formed a Dharma seal with his hands. Sanskrit chants resonated through the deathly silent world, and ten thousand zhang of Buddha light bloomed behind his head as he pushed out a seemingly unremarkable palm.

Boom! The Void Realm hummed, and everything in front was cleared away. The imagery of the changing seasons was crushed flat by the Buddha palm, which swept across with a thunderous roar.