The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 408 - 220 Enhanced Version of Heavenly Endless Treasure

Chapter 408: Chapter 220 Enhanced Version of Heavenly Endless Treasure

"Gong Ziyu?!"

Meng Wuchang wrapped a chain around the trunk of a nearby tree, forcefully halting his movement, and looked toward the figure that appeared not far away.

He hadn’t expected that Gong Ziyu would dare to show himself.

"You’re seeking your own death!!"

After the initial shock, what followed was ecstasy. Meng Wuchang was not injured at the time and was at the peak of his strength. The appearance of Gong Ziyu was like courting death.

The chain, losing its previous agility, gathered the force of a thousand weights. In Meng Wuchang’s hands, it drew a shadowy trail and swept across with the momentum of thundering weights.

"Clang—"

The chain tore through the air, making a roaring sound as it flashed across Gong Ziyu’s waist, brutally bisecting him.

The severed body fell from the sky, with organs spilling out from the waist.

This was not an afterimage, but a real, tangible body, forcefully sliced in two by the mighty sweep of the chain.

"Dead?"

Meng Wuchang had not anticipated that Gong Ziyu would die so easily by his hand. Was everything before just like a dream? That scheming Gong Ziyu, who made me think of retreating, died so simply?

"No, that’s not right!"

If Gong Ziyu had died so easily, it would be a joke. Zhenwu Sect, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and our Six Gates, everyone was eager to kill Gong Ziyu, yet he was still alive until now.

Dragon Tiger Mountain dispatched Divinity Realm’s Zhang Yuanlu and True Pill Realm’s Zhang Yuanfeng, combining forces with Fate Altar’s Qiao Baixuan to locate Gong Ziyu. What was the result of such formidable opposition?

Zhang Yuanlu was dead, Zhang Yuanfeng was crippled, and though it was bad luck to be killed by the Great Zen Temple, it still couldn’t hide that they were after Gong Ziyu at the origin.

A sudden alarm shot through Meng Wuchang’s heart, and a strong sense of dread surged within him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He turned his head sharply, only to see a massive ball of Infinite Primordial Qi boiling in midair. Within the woodland, under the operation of the Array Formations situated in various places, it formed a massive Primordial Qi Ball in the sky.

In this woodland, there were a total of sixty-four sets of the Circulation Eight Extremes Formation, with five hundred and twelve formators. All of them had pushed their True Qi to the limit using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, continuously gathering Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

Meng Wuchang thought they were merely a group of human bombs filled with Primordial Energy, rushing to die with him, but their actions were actually to regulate the Primordial Energy of the entire woodland, concentrating it into one.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

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Within the woodland, the sounds of self-destruction were unceasing. When the Circulation Eight Extremes Formation was pushed to the limit, it was time for the formators to self-destruct.

After all, they were hastily trained practitioners of the Circulating Eight Forces, with mixed and impure Power, and stimulated to a sudden surge in True Qi using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, their bodies naturally could not withstand it.

The mist of blood from the five hundred and twelve people scattered and floated around the woodland, dyeing the greenery red and permeating the wilderness.

Seeing this, Meng Wuchang felt an indescribable chill in his heart. In this warm April, under the bright sunshine, Meng Wuchang, a man in the Fake True Pill Realm, felt a bone-chilling coldness.

Run, quickly run, must escape!

Meng Wuchang roared in his mind, as the chain spun around him continuously, sweeping away any obstacle in his path. He was like a hurricane moving through the woodland, carving out a straight clear path.

As long as he escaped this area, the Primordial Qi Ball, with no one to control it, would explode and only cause him to suffer the aftermath.

This residue was not a big problem for Meng Wuchang.

The current issue was that no one was in control.

In the sky, a figure suddenly leapt up and arrived in front of the ever-expanding Primordial Qi Ball.

"Ten Thousand Paths,"

"Circulation of the Six Voids, Method of All Things."

The "Ten Thousand Paths," which encompasses control over myriad paths, combined with the "Circulation of the Six Voids Technique," originating from the same source as the Primordial Qi Ball. Qingyu’s True Energy made contact with the ball, causing its internally chaotic Circulating Eight Forces to continuously revolve in a patterned cycle.

"Heavenly Endless Treasure."

Qing Yu let out a muffled growl, and the major acupoints emitting the Circulating Eight Forces began to uncontrollably ooze fresh blood.

Five hundred and twelve people, sixty-four Circulation Eight Extremes Formations—although each person was only at the Innate Realm, they had hastily achieved their current level through the Absorption Technique, and with the boost from Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, their True Energy had reached the Divine Origin Realm.

Such a massive quantity of Circulating Eight Forces, plus the mobilized Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, to manage this was truly beyond Qing Yu’s capabilities.

But fortunately...

Although difficult, he had not miscalculated.

This gathering of the energy of five hundred and twelve people, plus Qing Yu’s own True Energy—the Heavenly Endless Treasure was eventually successful.

Since it was successful, Meng Wuchang was bound to be in trouble.

Qing Yu’s gaze swept across, locking onto that figure fleeing through the mountains and forests, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I wonder who is on the path to their own demise?"

If Meng Wuchang had not hesitated, he would have already fled the mountain forest, his whereabouts unknown. Upon seeing Gong Ziyu, he couldn’t restrain the flames of hatred in his heart, and a decoy had stopped him in his tracks.

"It’s a pity that Divine Catcher Meng, unpredictable as he is, is also inevitably subject to direct judgment in the face of crisis," Qing Yu touched the bronze mask on his face.

Just because you wear a bronze mask doesn’t mean you become Gong Ziyu.

"Fall."

With a push of his palms, the Heavenly Endless Treasure streaked across the sky like a comet toward Meng Wuchang, who was in full flight.

Its massive form during flight generated a powerful wind pressure, resembling a real Outer Heavenly Meteor. Before it landed, the overwhelming wind pressure had already forced everything nearby to the ground.

Meng Wuchang, of course, would not be pressed to the ground, but the strong wind pressure still greatly restricted his speed, compelling him to turn back and clash with the Heavenly Endless Treasure.

"Boom—"

That sound was immensely loud, and the powerful shockwave formed a small mushroom cloud. The oncoming blast swept up Qing Yu, who was descending, and thrust him into the air.

Qing Yu had to constantly adjust his posture in mid-air with "Circulating Wind Force," barely avoiding being blown away to who knows where.

By the time the unprecedented momentum of the Heavenly Endless Treasure started to wane, Qing Yu hurriedly leapt up, heading toward the landing spot of the Heavenly Endless Treasure.

After all, during the last explosion at Cloud Peak base, the massive explosion from so much gunpowder, combined with the landslide, had allowed Meng Wuchang to escape death. Qing Yu felt it was better to be safe than sorry this time.

The not-so-distant gap vanished in an instant. Qing Yu dashed across the forest strewn with fallen trees like a whirlwind, headed towards Meng Wuchang’s last known location.

"Hmm?"

Qing Yu suddenly twisted in the air, catching a piece of dark iron.

The massive kinetic energy carried by the iron fragment required Qing Yu to use "Qiankun Great Shifting" to dissipate the force, just so he wouldn’t lose his grasp on it.

"A bad premonition."

Just by the shape of this iron fragment, one could tell it was part of some oval-shaped item, which must have been quite large—at least large enough to hide a curled-up adult.

"Meng Wuchang should still be alive."