Chapter 1197 Nothing More Than This!

Boom!

As he stood up, the Eight-faced Buddha seemed unable to suppress his aura any longer. His imposing presence erupted violently, transforming into visible waves that surged forward relentlessly. Wherever his presence passed, stone chairs, forests, and mountain rocks were all ground to dust.

The violent power poured out, crashing against the chains of black mist, instantly releasing a metallic clashing sound.

Even.

Everyone outside the Holy Spirit Mountain felt the violent aura emanating from it.

"It's starting!"

At that moment.

Countless people exclaimed in surprise.

Through the endless chains, they could see clearly that the Eight-faced Buddha stood up. His originally hundred-zhang body suddenly expanded to its limit, as if trying to support the heavens and earth!

The imposing aura was shocking beyond measure.

Even separated by a grand array, the onlookers outside the mountain felt as if they were amidst a raging tsunami, on the verge of being completely torn apart!

"Tear!"

Amidst the surging momentum.

The Eight-faced Buddha let out a cold snort, lifting his palm to grab.

"Whoosh!"

This fierce grab was like the massive hand of an Asura, covering the sky and sun. It wasn't formed by Spiritual Qi but was the true Ghost God Body, no less formidable than a Martial Artist's Glazed Body.

Before the grasp even descended, the overwhelming power was already surging like a tide. Under Ye Qingchen's feet was a floor once paved with Vajra Jade by the Cultivators who came for pilgrimage, extremely sturdy.

The fierce power surged over, and the ground exploded in an instant, countless cracks crazily spreading, revealing a distinct palm imprint! If an ordinary Celestial Immortal were there, they would be crushed by this power in an instant!

This level of Ghost God had long since had no weaknesses like ordinary Cultivators!

"Break!"

In response, Ye Qingchen struck out with a powerful palm.

The boiling Qi Blood surged fiercely, gathering instantly on his palm, and the immense power poured down violently. Although Ye Qingchen hadn't reached the Celestial Immortal Fourth Layer at Su Sacred Land, he had stepped into the Celestial Immortal Third Stage Peak. Compared to the battle at the Profound Ice Platform Conference that day, how much stronger was he now?

If Su Qinhu were here now, he would probably be blasted to smithereens by a single palm!

"Boom!"

The two palms collided.

An explosion like a thousand thunders echoed across Holy Spirit Mountain, as if two world-end mountains had fiercely collided, causing the entire mountain to tremble violently.

The ground beneath them shattered explosively, countless cracks spreading wantonly.

"Hmm?"

The Eight-faced Buddha let out a sound of surprise, involuntarily stepping back a few paces, his eight faces showing traces of shock.

He had thought Ye Qingchen was young, and although he had entered the Celestial Immortal Realm, he must have rushed in, with an unstable foundation. He believed he could easily suppress him with cultivation.

Moreover, the contest was not just about cultivation power but also involved immense strength.

But who would have thought, with one strike, he was at a disadvantage.

"Is this your strength?"

Ye Qingchen sneered coldly.

"Humph!"

The Eight-faced Buddha's expression turned grim, without answering, he suddenly raised both hands, swiftly bringing them together!

"Rumble!"

The surrounding black clouds churned suddenly, rapidly solidifying into two giant palms converging towards the center. The black cloud was formless and shapeless ghostly Qi, yet the Eight-faced Buddha condensed it with his immense strength, forming a double ghost clap. Even a Celestial Immortal would be crushed here!

"Break again!"

Ye Qingchen pointed his fingers like a sword, raising his hand to slice.

Only to see a whirlwind gather, transforming into a green light, swift as a flash, directly cutting the giant palms in half. Where the green light passed, countless peaks, trees, stone chairs trembled silently, then severed uniformly, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.

And at this moment.

The Eight-faced Buddha brought his hands together, each finger as thick as a tree trunk, forming a dazzling array of seals.

In an instant, raging winds rose around.

The scattered ghostly Qi, unexpectedly in a thousand strands, swirled into a rapid vortex, gathering fiercely at one point. Amidst a resounding dragon's roar, it transformed into a fearsome face, grotesque black ghostly dragon, all skin and bones.

But this ghost dragon was enormous, seemingly emerging from the void. Just its head seemed larger than Holy Spirit Mountain, its massive mouth swallowing down, like nightfall, instantly engulfing Ye Qingchen!

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the Eight-faced Buddha sneered disdainfully. Yet before he could proceed with the next move, using the ghost dragon to crush Ye Qingchen's body, a tremendous sound rang out.

"Boom!"

He saw the ghost dragon's nape explode, and a figure like lightning shot out in an instant.

And simultaneously, that figure, like a dragon emerging from the sea, charged at him with a wind as sharp as a blade hitting his face!

Who could it be but Ye Qingchen?

And at the same time.

Already a palm was coming down!

"How is it possible?!"

The Eight-faced Buddha exclaimed.

He swung both palms fiercely, drawing in endless ghostly Qi, forming a gigantic black tortoise shell as a shield before him. The tortoise shell was covered with countless black talismans, the manifestation of his cultivation pushed to the extreme!

"Crack!"

Yet the result.

A crisp sound was heard.

In the Eight-faced Buddha's incredulous eyes, Ye Qingchen's crystalline hand only lightly struck, and the giant tortoise shell supported merely for half a breath before it shattered, bursting into countless fragments.

Amidst the fragments, the crystalline palm had already entered the Eight-faced Buddha's vision.

"Get away from me!"

The Eight-faced Buddha roared in anger, swinging both hands like embracing a golden hammer, pressing fiercely.

"Boom!"

The clash of fists and palms was like the collapse of heaven and earth.

The surrounding space shuddered.

A violent ripple, with their clash as the center, swept madly. Like a tidal wave, where it passed, everything was instantly ground to dust.

"Bang!"

The Eight-faced Buddha was sent flying back fiercely.

And simultaneously!

A series of explosive sounds echoed.

He saw the Eight-faced Buddha's arms explode, transforming into endless black mist. Following that, his elbows, forearms, arms, all unable to withstand Ye Qingchen's immense palm force, exploded fiercely!

The Eight-faced Buddha retreated several hundred zhang before finally stopping. Both arms blasted apart, reaching up to his shoulders.

In the Eight-faced Buddha's shocked eyes.

Ye Qingchen slowly retracted his right hand, his eyes full of mocking cold:

"Is this your strength? Seems like it's just so-so!"