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Chapter 570 Defeating you? Just one move is enough!
The Old Man of the South Pole was so angry that his beard stood on end.
He has lived through so many eras, and no one has ever dared to look down on him like this.
"Arrogant brat, today I, this humble Taoist priest, will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master!"
The Antarctic Immortal shouted and swung out the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan in his hand.
Five-colored divine fire shot into the sky, transforming into seven enormous firebirds that rushed straight towards Chen Changsheng.
This divine fire was extremely hot, even distorting and deforming the void itself.
The immortals and gods inside the hall retreated one by one, fearing that they would be affected by the terrifying heat.
Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly; the power of the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan was indeed extraordinary.
The Styx Ancestor sneered repeatedly, waiting to see Chen Changsheng make a fool of himself.
Chen Changsheng looked at the firebird rushing towards him without even trying to dodge.
He simply raised his right hand, and lightning crackled in his palm.
This is a Great Dao-level thunder technique that he comprehended from the inheritance of Lei Zu.
"Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique, Nine Heavens Tribulation Light."
Chen Changsheng spoke calmly, uttering eight words.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the main hall.
A dazzling bolt of lightning, as thick as a water vat, descended from the sky and struck the seven firebirds directly.
The lightning bolt carried an aura of destruction, suppressing the entire area the moment it appeared.
Yu the Great's eyes widened; he could feel the terrifying destructive power contained within the lightning.
Taishang slightly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.
This lightning technique actually contains a trace of the true meaning of the Great Dao, which is simply unbelievable.
The light of the Nine Heavens Calamity collided with the five-colored divine fire.
Without any suspense, the seven firebirds were instantly torn apart by lightning.
The divine fire scattered in all directions, landing on the white jade floor and burning black spots.
The light of the Nine Heavens Calamity continued its relentless march, crashing down directly onto the head of the Antarctic Immortal.
The old man of the South Pole's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his dragon-patterned walking stick to defend himself.
The lightning struck the dragon-patterned walking stick, unleashing a deafening roar.
The Antarctic Immortal felt an irresistible force coming from him, and his arms went numb.
He was knocked back more than ten steps by the force before he could barely stand.
He was breathing heavily, and his hand holding the cane was trembling slightly.
The entire hall fell silent; everyone was stunned.
The dignified veteran Quasi-Saint of the Chan Sect was actually defeated by Chen Changsheng in a single move.
A deafening cheer erupted from the seats of the Jie Sect.
Zhao Gongming slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, his voice echoing throughout the entire hall.
"Old man from Antarctica, your old bones are failing you! You couldn't even withstand a single move from my nephew!"
The Tongtian Sect Leader sat on his holy throne and nodded in satisfaction.
His grand-disciple really brought him honor; the power of this thunder magic was unparalleled, even he was amazed.
The face of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was extremely gloomy as he stared intently at Chen Changsheng.
He hadn't expected this kid to be this strong.
This lightning technique is no ordinary immortal technique; its power is outrageously great.
The two Western Saints exchanged a glance, both seeing the apprehension in each other's eyes.
If Chen Changsheng grows up, what future will the Western Sect have?
The guide chanted a Buddhist prayer, his heart filled with bitterness.
Zhunti Daoist gritted his teeth, wishing he could personally strangle Chen Changsheng.
Haotian sat on the imperial throne, his heart filled with joy.
The stronger Chen Changsheng becomes, the higher the prestige of the Heavenly Court will be, and he, the Heavenly Emperor, will also benefit from it.
He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and found the wine to be exceptionally sweet today.
Chen Changsheng withdrew his right hand, his expression remaining calm.
He looked at the panting old man from the South Pole and spoke in a very casual tone.
"Antarctica, your strength isn't that great either, you should just admit defeat."
These words, when they reached the ears of the Old Man of the South Pole, were worse than death to him.
As a powerful figure in the Chan Sect, how could he possibly save face by being publicly ridiculed by a junior?
He gritted his teeth, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
He couldn't believe he would lose to a mere youth who had just broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm.
He still has a trump card up his sleeve, and he's going to risk his life to get revenge today.
The Antarctic Immortal suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Chen Changsheng, his eyes bloodshot.
An even more violent aura rose from his body.
The Antarctic Immortal was utterly enraged. In all his years of life, he had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace.
He roared, and a vast expanse of auspicious clouds suddenly appeared above his head.
He pushed the Jade Purity Immortal Light to its limit, illuminating the entire Lingxiao Palace.
He no longer held back any of his strength, unleashing his full power as a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.
A terrifying pressure swept across the surroundings, and many immortals and gods with low cultivation levels were directly forced to the ground.
Seeing this, Guang Chengzi and the other disciples of the Chan Sect had hope rekindled in their eyes.
They knew that their senior master in the South Pole was serious and that Chen Changsheng definitely couldn't stop him.
Detainee Sun clenched his fists and shouted excitedly.
"Master Uncle, you are mighty! Quickly suppress this arrogant brat!"
The Antarctic Immortal poured all his magical power into the coiled dragon walking stick.
The cane shone with golden light and transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon ten thousand feet long.
The golden dragon let out a deafening roar and opened its blood-red maw to bite Chen Changsheng.
At the same time, he vigorously fanned the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan, and the divine fire in the sky turned into a sea of fire.
The sea of fire completely blocked Chen Changsheng's escape route, trapping him firmly in the middle.
This is a decisive blow; the Antarctic Immortal intends to settle the score with a single strike.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the situation on the field.
Da Yu was sweating bullets. Although he had high hopes for Chen Changsheng, this offensive was simply too fierce.
Zhen Yuanzi narrowed his eyes, wanting to see how Chen Changsheng would break the deadlock.
Faced with this devastating attack, Chen Changsheng advanced instead of retreating.
With a thought, countless mysterious lightning patterns appeared around his body.
These lightning patterns quickly intertwined, transforming into a majestic and imposing Great Dao Lightning Armor that enveloped his entire body.
This is a Great Dao-level defensive divine power, indestructible.
Jinlong slammed hard into Chen Changsheng's chest.
The divine fire engulfed him completely.
The deafening roar continued incessantly, and the entire hall shook violently.
Haotian hurriedly reinforced the Heavenly Dao Barrier, fearing that the main hall would be demolished.
The disciples of the Chan Sect all showed joy, thinking that Chen Changsheng was doomed this time.
The Old Man of the South Pole also breathed a sigh of relief; he simply didn't believe anyone could withstand his attack.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
Even if Chen Changsheng is a protector of the Xuanmen sect, he will still fall into their hands.
But when the flames died down, the entire place fell silent once again.
Chen Changsheng stood unharmed, not a single hair out of place.
His Great Dao Thunder Armor shimmered with eerie blue lightning, without a single scratch.
The ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragon had transformed back into the coiled dragon walking stick, lying on the ground, dull and lifeless.
The Old Man of the South Pole stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.
His all-out attack couldn't even break through Chen Changsheng's defense.
How can we fight like this?
Chen Changsheng dusted himself off and looked up at the Antarctic Immortal.
"Is that all you've got? You really disappoint me."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire hall.
These words directly shattered the Old Man of the South Pole's psychological defenses.
His pride and joy in his cultivation and magical treasures were nothing but a joke in front of Chen Changsheng.
The Styx Ancestor, hiding in a corner, gasped.
He asked himself if even he could have so easily withstood the Antarctic Immortal's deadly attack.
Just what kind of monster is Chen Changsheng?
Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard, his eyes full of admiration.
Chen Changsheng's physical body and defense have reached an unbelievable level.
The immortals of the Jie Sect jumped up in excitement, loudly mocking the incompetence of the Chan Sect.
Bixiao pointed at the Antarctic Immortal and laughed so hard she almost fell over.
The Antarctic Immortal was so angry that he trembled all over and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He, a great master of the Chan Sect, has utterly disgraced himself today.
Chen Changsheng felt that this farce should come to an end.
He wanted to use the most shocking method to completely destroy the pride of the Chan Sect.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up.
An aura of vastness and antiquity emanated from him.
The moment this aura appeared, the spiritual energy within the hall went berserk.
Everyone felt a strange sense of unease.
Chen Changsheng raised his right hand as if to support something, and the void began to distort violently.
A large bronze bell slowly emerged from above his palm.
Although the bell is covered in cracks and is in a dilapidated state, the sun, moon and stars engraved on it are still lifelike.
An unparalleled pressure that suppressed the primordial chaos and shattered the primordial chaos instantly enveloped the entire Heavenly Court.
"Thump."
Chen Changsheng flicked the bell lightly with his finger.
A melodious bell rang throughout the heavens and earth, echoing across the thirty-three heavens.
The bell's sound carried unparalleled penetrating power, striking directly into everyone's soul.