Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 622 - 574: I Shall Bestow Upon You Your Heavenly Tribulation

"Impossible!" Chang Chou was utterly shocked. He couldn't understand how Du Mao achieved this, moving at an unbelievable speed and even anticipating his moves.

Yellow Cang's aura was being devoured inch by inch; Chang Chou knew that his High Martial True Qi came from an Immortal, borrowed power. He hadn't anticipated it being so insubstantial, making him feel as though his True Qi had something else mixed in, a poor imitation. Otherwise, how could he be so helpless under Du Mao's suppression?

"You have indeed forgotten the essence of True Martial. No matter what True Qi, it is merely a tool for us to ascend to the peak of Martial Arts. It is no different from armor or a weapon. For a True Martial God who has perfected every Qi Acupoint and sculpted their Body Soul to perfection, even without so-called True Qi, it is still the High Martial Realm. Not something an old ghost like you, thinking a borrowed mantle would make you a Buddha, can compare with!"

Du Mao's eyes burned with rage as he swiftly swung his powerful fists, each arc leaving a dark shadow, forming a fearsome forest in the air.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!"

Chang Chou, like a broken sack, was smashed into the mountain wall, blood spraying from all his acupoints.

Those seemingly uncoordinated fists precisely struck each of Chang Chou's hundred acupoints, sealing his Qi Acupoints and shattering all his meridians. His face, which had barely regained some youthful aura, now instantly withered like old wood, his vitality seemingly drained by the terrifying punches.

Yet Du Mao felt it wasn't enough. He unleashed his Vigorous Vajra Leg, sweeping with power, shattering all the cloud mountains ahead like a child's stack of blocks.

Chang Chou was powerless to dodge. He sensed the leg wind's rancid smell.

In the next moment, he felt as if a dark dragon crashed into his chest, experiencing the agony of bones breaking, but his vision blurred and his hearing faded.

Lying on the platform of the Red Immortal, Chang Chou recalled numerous scenarios of fighting these younger rebels, imagining an earth-shaking battle ending with him barely prevailing through sixty years of martial experience, never expecting to be thrashed like a punching bag, the outcome decided in a few moves.

Struggling to get up, Chang Chou suddenly realized the Yellow Cang True Qi inside him began to dissipate, the forcibly opened acupoints drying up like leaking water bags.

"Immorta... save... me..." he reached out towards Red Immortal Ge Chen.

Seeing the situation, Ge Chen sighed deeply.

If he had known Chang Chou was this weak, he wouldn't have wasted his cultivation aiding him.

Clearly, relying on these fools was unlikely for this ten-year tribulation.

"You win, take Chang Chou back and deal with him yourselves." Ge Chen flicked his sleeve, turning to leave.

"The choice of the True Martial Continent was supposed to be Ruan Muhuan's decision. You muddled the situation, turning the Martial God Institute into a mess. Now that you didn't get what you wanted, you retreat to the clouds to watch the drama. Do you really see yourself as an Upper Immortal outside the Three Worlds?" Wu Hen wasn't letting Red Immortal Ge Chen off that easily.

"What else? Hehe, guiding those who have not understood the High Martial Realm is but my blessing to the world as an Immortal. As for the internal conflicts in your Martial God Institute, what does that have to do with me?" Ge Chen's arrogance showed clearly.

Wu Hen now understood whom Ruan Muhuan referred to as the arrogant Immortal.

It was this Red Immortal Ge Chen, with his wide nostrils and narrow eyes.

"Did you ever consider that the Heavenly Tribulation you must pass could be lessened by your sincerity and kindness and increased by the misdeeds you committed?" Wu Hen asked.

"Ridiculous, what sins have I committed? What I did was merely disadvantageous to you, but who are you? Just a mere Nuwa Human Clan, yet daring to call yourself a Black Immortal. We Immortals are generous, not lowering ourselves to argue with a wild monkey from the mountains. Get out of my mansion, and don't disturb my peace!" Ge Chen's patience ran out, expressing his disdain and anger.

Hearing this, Wu Hen's smile grew brighter.

He slowly raised a hand, his palm covering the sky and blocking the sun, plunging the city into darkness filled with an intense, terrifying aura.

"You may not realize, offending me is a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than the ten-year heavenly tribulation you face!" Wu Hen declared.

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As his words fell, golden Thunder Crossing tore through the dark sky, blazing lightning like cracks in the vault of heaven, ripping from the heavens to the earth. The mountains higher than Infinite City turned to ashes in an instant, the ancient pines on Red Immortal Mountain instantly charred. A golden Heavenly Axe Thunder Tribulation struck fiercely towards the Red Immortal Ge Chen.

Red Immortal Ge Chen was utterly terrified.

Despite being an Immortal, he forgot his movement technique, scrambling to dodge the Heavenly Axe Thunder Tribulation, only to be trapped by the golden lightning forming a massive Thunder Drum. Thunderous drumming echoed, and Ge Chen saw thousands of Thunder God Generals with hammers, striking in unison towards him!

"Such a familiar Thunder Crossing Divine Power!" Du Mao looked at the golden Thunder Crossing, nostalgically recalling their hardships in the Scroll Realm with Wu Hen.

Unlike the Thunder Crossing obtained from Thunder Crossing Tai Peng, Wu Hen's current Thunder Crossing had the presence of the Jade Emperor Qilin, its thunderous might far surpassing the ten-year tribulation of Mortal Immortals.

"Look at you, causing chaos among mortals; I'll deliver your ten-year tribulation on behalf of the heavens!" Wu Hen said coldly.

The name of the Black Immortal must not become a laughingstock in Infinite City.

Today, he would establish his power with the downfall of the Red Immortal!