Click!
A crisp, metallic clang suddenly rang out as the flying sword collided with the fist's light. Ripples of gold and black spread outwards.
Then, the Golden Essence Flying Sword broke through the fist light, transforming into a sword rainbow that slashed straight down.
Wang Fuchong was both shocked and horrified upon seeing this.
You must know that he was born with extraordinary bones and a powerful physique. He has devoted himself to body refinement for decades and is now at the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment stage. After activating the body refinement secret technique 'Dragon Elephant Vajra Technique', his Vajra spiritual power is extremely condensed and its sturdiness is no less than that of any spiritual weapon. Now, his technique has been easily broken by a single sword.
His mind raced, and the swift sword light reflected in his eyes, a ruthless glint flashing within them.
Immediately, Wang Fochong disregarded everything and slammed his palms together inward.
Sizzle!
A piercing scraping sound suddenly echoed through the corridor.
Zhao Sheng's pupils contracted, only to see Wang Fochong opposite him with a smug and ferocious smile, the Golden Essence Flying Sword sandwiched between his palms, like a dead fish unable to move.
He rubbed his hands together vigorously, and a large patch of black light emerged from his palms, forming a black sphere.
Hmm!
Zhao Sheng grunted and immediately lost control of the Golden Essence Flying Sword.
Just then, Wang Fochong dropped his flying sword, his massive body soared into the air, and swooped down directly towards Zhao Sheng. His arms lashed down like a storm, condensing hundreds of long, sharp fist lights, which struck Zhao Sheng once again.
He refused to believe that he couldn't achieve success this time.
With a loud "boom!"
Zhao Sheng's figure blurred and suddenly disappeared, while the crystal ground where he stood was immediately affected by the fist's light, cracking open a network of tiny fissures.
The corridor floor was made of some kind of spiritual material, and its texture was incredibly solid.
Wang Fochong's fist light was no less than that of a magic weapon-level hammer. With immense force, it slammed into the ground repeatedly, but only created thin cracks, not even a small crater.
After Zhao Sheng reappeared, Wang Fochong grinned ferociously and pounced again. This time, he didn't use his fists, but instead opened his arms and grabbed Zhao Sheng around the waist.
If he were to grab Zhao Sheng by chance, with his full-body thorny armor and unparalleled divine strength, Zhao Sheng would be either dead or crippled!
However, at this moment,
Zhao Sheng suddenly chuckled, his eyes flashing with divine light, and the Five Elements Talisman Disc in his hand instantly shone with dazzling light…
...
Moments later, the corridor was a mess.
With a dejected look on his face, Wang Fochong bent down and pulled up Wang Foyu, who was clutching his head and screaming in pain. He turned back and gave Zhao Sheng a deep look before turning away without a word, helping his cousin up and quickly leaving.
Seeing the two leave like this, Zhao Sheng smiled calmly and reached out to recall the Golden Essence Flying Sword.
Wang Fuchong and Wang Fuyu, two new generation members of the Spirit Clan, are both no less skilled than him in cultivation and are exceptionally powerful. Even ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators at the Great Perfection stage would not be a match for either of them.
However, although they are strong, their combat experience is far inferior to that of human cultivators of the same level, let alone Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng had several opportunities to easily kill the two men, but because this was a spirit palace, he only punished them slightly and let them go in the end.
That being said, the Spirit Palace is such a sensitive place. The three of them fought fiercely just now, making quite a commotion, yet not a single person came to check on them.
A little thought reveals the extent of the shady dealings behind this incident; someone must have deliberately set it up.
Zhao Sheng was filled with doubt. Was the person behind this testing his abilities? Or was it to undermine the Ice King's prestige? Or was there a deeper conspiracy at play?
Just then, the two Ice Goddesses, their faces pale with panic, ran from the far end of the corridor to the front, trembling as they knelt on the ground, begging for forgiveness repeatedly: "Young Master, please forgive us! We were a little sleepy just now and failed to greet you when you came out of seclusion. We deserve to die!"
"Get up!"
Zhao Sheng had no intention of taking his anger out on the others; besides, these ice maidens were pitiful people who had no choice in the matter.
"This might be a good opportunity," he thought to himself.
...
Dragon Head Island has been in the hands of alien races for more than half a year. The most dangerous phase has long passed, and as the resistance forces are gradually wiped out, the situation on the island is becoming more and more stable.
After six months, a new situation has emerged on Dragon Head Island.
For the evil forces, which have been suppressed by the righteous forces led by the Star God Palace, the Great Tide of the Sea Demons is a once-in-a-century feast and the best opportunity to stir up trouble and increase their strength.
The Spirit Race is not as ruthless and mindless as the Tyrant Sea Octopus, nor as arrogant and disdainful of others as the Flood Dragon.
The Spirit Race understands the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so they try to win over evil forces. During the Great Sea Monster Tide, they open the gates to demon cultivators with great convenience. As long as they do not turn against them, demon cultivators can usually move freely in the "occupied areas".
This has been the case for thousands of years.
Therefore, the Spirit Race can be said to have a very good reputation and image in the eyes of evil spirits and heretics.
At this time, countless heretical cultivators emerged from various hidden places in the Shattered Star Sea and rushed to Dragon Head Island to participate in the once-in-a-century grand gathering of demonic cultivators.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng disguised himself and appeared outside a temporary market jointly set up by the demonic forces, wearing a hooded robe.
The market has a simple and straightforward name: Wanxian Market. It was established by three Nascent Soul level demonic forces: the Chayin Sect, the Blood Demon Sect, and the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect.
There are three other markets like Wanxian Market on Dragon Head Island. Apart from the largest Hailing Market, which is controlled by the Spirit Clan, the remaining two markets, Ghost Market and Demon Cave, are established by the Ghost and Demon factions.
Wanxianfang was built directly on the ruins of a market town by the sea. The streets were cleared of dirt and garbage, and the dilapidated buildings were leveled. Rows of distinctive pavilions with different styles and colors were built directly along the street. People came and went on the street, most of them wearing hooded robes to hide their identities.
Of course, there are also some evil and heretical people who arrogantly reveal their true colors and walk openly on the street.
Those who choose to do this are often exceptionally powerful, at least at the mid-to-late Foundation Establishment stage.
Beyond the palaces and pavilions, there are simple yet sturdy stone houses and buildings constructed using the technique of turning mud into stone.
Most of these stone houses and buildings have banners, flags, and other signs erected at their entrances. The people coming and going are mostly at the Qi Refining stage, with very few at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Outside the market, a large number of tents were erected, stretching out in an undulating pattern. Various strange and bizarre-looking demonic cultivators and alien races kept coming in and out, making it quite lively.
The most low-class rogue cultivators could only set up a small cloth outside the market, covering it with a jumble of miscellaneous items such as herbs, bones, ores, animal hides, talismans, ancient scrolls, and broken magical artifacts, and sell them all together.
Trying to find a bargain at this kind of shop is as difficult as climbing to heaven!
Outside the market, Zhao Sheng only glanced at it before stepping through the dazzling but chaotic market of scattered cultivators.
He arrived at the entrance of Wanxianfang, paid an entrance tax of one low-grade spirit stone, and successfully entered Wanxianfang.