inspire-indiana Chapter 575 He bet everything on Chen Changsheng, and he won!
Chapter 575 He bet everything on Chen Changsheng, and he won!
The smile on Ancestor Burning Lamp's face froze instantly. He could feel that his Red Lotus Karmic Fire was being rapidly weakened under the gaze of that golden eye.
Chen Changsheng gave him no time to react.
"You're still too green to play the sin game with me."
Chen Changsheng sneered, and a slender purple lightning bolt shot out from the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, striking the black flame precisely.
laugh!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soft sound, like ice and snow melting.
The red lotus karmic fire, which the Old Ancestor Burning Lamp had placed high hopes on and was powerful enough to burn quasi-saints, couldn't even last a second under the bombardment of the Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder and was directly annihilated into nothingness.
"puff!"
As if struck by lightning, the Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp suffered a severe blow to his mind and body, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He staggered backward, his face filled with disbelief.
lost.
All his trump cards and all his tricks became a joke in front of this kid.
He couldn't defeat them physically, nor could he compete with their magical weapons. Even the most bizarre attack of karmic fire was easily neutralized by the opponent using a supernatural power he had never heard of before.
despair.
A deep sense of despair welled up in the heart of the Burning Lamp Ancestor.
Chen Changsheng, however, had no intention of letting him off so easily.
"The game is over."
Chen Changsheng's tone was icy, and the arm holding the God-Slaying Spear suddenly trembled.
He didn't use any fancy supernatural powers; he simply poured the magical power of a Primordial Golden Immortal into this supreme killing treasure of the primordial world.
hum!
The God-Slaying Spear emitted an excited buzz, and the cold light at its tip suddenly surged.
The next moment, Chen Changsheng's figure vanished from the spot.
Man and gun become one!
A jet-black streak of light tore through space, disregarded time, and appeared directly in front of Ancestor Burning Lamp, carrying a terrifying killing intent that could pierce through all things.
too fast!
It was so fast that even a sage could barely catch a glimpse of its trajectory.
The pupils of the Burning Lamp Ancestor shrank to the size of pinpoints. He felt as if a shadow of death had completely enveloped him.
He tried to dodge, but his body was locked in place by that overwhelming killing intent, and he couldn't move at all.
He tried to defend himself, but his Qiankun Ruler had been greatly damaged in its spiritual power, and the coffin lamp had temporarily lost its function because the karmic fire had been broken.
He could only watch helplessly as that dark spearhead magnified and magnified in his pupils.
It’s over.
In the heart of the Old Ancestor of the Burning Lamp, only these two words remained.
scoff!
A soft sound.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The entire Lingxiao Palace was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone saw that Chen Changsheng maintained his thrusting posture, and the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, with its broken tip, was steadily positioned in front of Ancestor Burning Lamp's brow.
It was just a hair's breadth away from piercing the head of this deputy leader of the Chan Sect and severely damaging his primordial spirit.
A bead of cold sweat slid down the forehead of the Old Ancestor of the Burning Lamp and dripped onto the cold white jade floor with a crisp "plop" sound.
He stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.
He could clearly sense that, if the other party so desired, that invincible killing aura could tear his primordial spirit apart at any moment, causing him to die and perish.
The outcome is decided.
Moreover, it was an overwhelming victory.
Chen Changsheng slowly retracted the God-Slaying Spear, and the killing intent on the spear also subsided.
He looked at the distraught Old Ancestor Randeng with a calm expression.
"You lost."
These three simple words struck like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the Burning Lamp Ancestor and the faces of all the disciples of the Chan Sect.
Dead silence.
The entire Lingxiao Palace fell into a deathly silence.
All eyes were focused on the two figures in the center of the arena.
One of them was Chen Changsheng, who held a demonic spear and had a calm expression.
The other one was pale-faced, lost and dejected, as if he had aged countless years in an instant.
Lost.
The vice leader of the Chan Sect, an ancient powerhouse at the peak of Quasi-Saint, was defeated just like that.
The defeat was swift and decisive, a defeat without a doubt.
From beginning to end, Chen Changsheng didn't even move more than a few steps. He just stood there, responding to each move as it came, and finally, with overwhelming force, he decided the outcome with a single strike.
This is no longer a friendly competition; it's a one-sided thrashing.
The Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but found his throat so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.
His proud cultivation level, his famous magic weapon, and his trump card were all as fragile as paper in front of Chen Changsheng.
Although the black spear did not pierce him, its chilling killing intent had already penetrated his Dao heart, leaving an eternal shadow.
He knew he was finished.
Even if he manages to leave here alive today, his life's journey will have come to an end.
How can a quasi-saint whose Dao heart has been shattered possibly attempt to reach the elusive sainthood?
"I……"
The Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp opened his mouth, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of scrap iron were rubbing against each other.
He slowly closed his eyes, as if using all his strength to squeeze out three words through his teeth.
"I... admit defeat."
These three words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the deathly silent Lingxiao Palace.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire hall was completely ignited!
"yeah!"
"My nephew is truly awe-inspiring!"
"We won! We won!"
A thunderous roar of cheers erupted from the seats of the Jie Sect.
Zhao Gongming's face flushed with excitement. "Did you hear that?! The Chan Sect has surrendered! Hahaha, that's exhilarating! So exhilarating!"
Bixiao and Qiongxiao jumped up and hugged Yunxiao, laughing and shouting, completely abandoning their fairy composure.
Daoist Duobao, Holy Mother Jinling, Holy Mother Wudang... all the disciples of the Jie Sect at this moment were expressing their joy and excitement to the fullest.
They won!
Under the witness of all the saints and in front of the immortals and gods of the Three Realms, the Jie Sect completely trampled the Chan Sect underfoot!
From the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the Quasi-Saint, and then to the Vice Sect Leader, everyone sent by the Chan Sect was defeated!
What an honor!
Sitting on his holy throne, the Tongtian Sect Leader couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched his disciples cheer.
He picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, feeling that today's brew was the most delicious wine he had ever tasted.
He turned to look at Yuanshi Tianzun beside him, his eyes filled with undisguised smugness and provocation.
Second brother, did you see that?
These are the disciples of my Jie Sect!
These are the creatures you described as born from moisture and hatching from eggs, covered in fur and horns!
Haotian sat on the imperial throne and let out a long sigh of relief, a genuine smile appearing on his face.
You made the right bet!
He bet everything on Chen Changsheng, and he won!
After today, let's see who in the Three Realms will dare to underestimate the majesty of the Heavenly Court!
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard, looking at the calm-looking young man in the arena with admiration in his eyes.
This child truly possesses great fortune and great ambition; his future is limitless.