Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster
Chapter 1442 - 538: Friend, let’s talk this out!_2

Chapter 1442: Chapter 538: Friend, let’s talk this out!_2

He knew very well that Golden Core Cultivators were formidable, formidable enough to cut through rivers with a single sword strike, to shatter mountains with a punch.

But at the end of the day, all these feats illustrated were destructive power.

To achieve the legendary feats of carrying mountains and commanding seas, chasing stars and pursuing the moon, were utterly impossible.

During the Open War, he, Luo Chen, had embarked on a mountain-carrying plan, assembling the strength of the ten great Golden Core, along with many Lower Order Cultivators and the power of a Red Flame Dragon Boat, to just barely succeed.

To carry mountains and command seas without strain, it would require a Nascent Soul True Master to do so with ease.

Clearly, if a Nascent Soul True Master were to confront Luo Chen, there was simply no need for such tactics.

"The one coming is very strong, even among those in the Golden Core Period, he is definitely a formidable high-caliber practitioner."

Muttering to himself, Luo Chen’s attention once again fell upon the Side Hall in Yao Yue Island.

"Han Zhan, what else are you capable of now?"

At this moment, Luo Chen was not constrained from moving freely.

At worst, he would forsake this batch of elixirs.

The reason he didn’t personally take action was because he wanted to see to what extent Han Zhan could go.

A remnant soul of a Nascent Soul True Master, without a Physical body, without a Nascent Soul, without a Natal Magic Item, was merely a wispy soul, and a damaged Soul-Refining Flag that had lost tens of thousands of Resentful Souls.

Under his anticipation.

Han Zhan made his move.

An army of ghosts marched in daylight, obscuring the sun.

With just this move, Luo Chen’s eyes lit up.

The hundreds of Foundation Establishment Stage Ghost Generals, under Han Zhan’s control, clearly formed an Array.

Its sophistication was even above the grand ghostly Array deployed by Yan Nantian previously.

Even if Luo Chen himself took action, it would require considerable effort.

"However, just like this, it might stop the tsunami, but it won’t stop the enemies hidden within!" Luo Chen muttered to himself.

Just like he said.

The tsunami rushing toward Yao Yue Island, after clashing with the army of ghosts, relented a bit.

Blocked, the waves within the tsunami started to surge and stack atop one another.

In just a few breaths, a "water mountain" had formed!

Atop the water mountain, white waves were raging, and a figure tread on lotuses, cutting through the waves.

At the same time.

From Yao Yue Island, a deep roar could be heard.

Immediately thereafter, a dark shadow suddenly shot out.

Above the water mountain!

"A Ghost King?" Wu Qi watched the emerging dark figure, his eyes revealing a look of surprise, and muttered, "Good timing!"

Then, with a flick of his wrist, a small flag fell into his hand.

Gripping the flagpole, he waved it forward.

In an instant, three Flood Dragons separated from the tsunami, charging towards the Ghost King.

Three dragons and one ghost collided in the blink of an eye.

The Ghost King roared fiercely, its fan-sized palms reaching out, grabbing directly around the neck of one water Flood Dragon.

The other two sought to attack, but chains clanked and coiled around them from the Ghost King’s body, binding them.

"Break!"

With a roar.

Boom!

In an instant, the three Flood Dragons burst into a shower of droplets, hurtling in all directions.

The forceful water columns even pummeled the nearby small isle, inhabited by Mortals, into a pocked landscape with numerous, large pits.

Seeing this, Wu Qi’s eyes held an even deeper hint of surprise.

But clearly, his methods didn’t end there.

The small flag in his hand waved relentlessly.

Behind him, the sea roared louder and louder, as more and more water gathered to him, the water mountain under his feet maintaining its original height, but the number of emerging water Flood Dragons increased.

One, two, three... in just a few breaths, another seven dragons were gliding out, heads tossing and tails flicking.

"My Natal Magic Item, the Sea King Banner, even among Medium Grade Magic Items, ranks among the best. Having refined it for hundreds of years, I control it with ease, its might as boundless as the sea!"

"If I am in the vast sea, I can battle a Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator with all my strength!"

"Even though I am on land now, with my back to the great sea, I remain in an unbeatable position."

"Let’s see, this mysterious Cultivator who easily eliminated Yan Nantian, what can he do, and is he truly a remnant of the Yuan Mo Sect?"

Wu Qi was very cautious.

So cautious that the moment he took action, he employed his Natal Magic Item, the Sea King Banner, and even came riding the momentum of a great tsunami.

Truth be told, the fact that the grand array of ghosts could block his tsunami at the first moment was a surprise to him.

And this highly intelligent Third-Order Ghost King surprised him even more.

Even with seven Flood Dragons attacking in unison, they couldn’t overcome it in a short time.

After several exchanges, despite the waning aura of the Third-Order Ghost King, Wu Qi became increasingly certain of one thing.

"It is likely, eight times out of ten, that this Demon Monarch Qingyang is a remnant of the Yuan Mo Sect, and probably a powerful practitioner from the Soul Refining Lineage."

"Ordinary Disciples of the Demon Sect cannot freely control Resentful Souls and fierce ghosts to this extent."

Though that’s what he said.

Clearly, Wu Qi was not satisfied if the outcome ended there.

If he were stopped by merely a Soul Banner outside the Flying Swallow Islands, how could Wu Qi continue to mix in the North Sea Cultivation World?

He plunged his right hand, and the small flag was jabbed into the spray.

His hands formed seals nonstop, and boundless Qi Power kept surging.

The technique of Thousand Flood Dragons Eating Dragons!

At the next moment, the tsunami he brought along erupted into beams of Spirit Light.

Numerous blue Flood Dragons, slightly smaller than before, shot out, roaring as they rushed towards the Third-Order Ghost King.

Their sheer number and mighty presence made it seem boundless at a glance.

Even as chains rose from the Ghost King’s body, he became powerless against the increasingly voracious Flood Dragons.

Furthermore, after breaking through the Black Fog’s defense, those Flood Dragons collectively clamped down on the Ghost King’s colossal form.

"Roar... Roar..."