Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Zhang Yang! Green Mountain! Holy Corpse

Boom!

The collision was a spectacle of raw power, devoid of any finesse, as golden and black light exploded violently, surging outward in a chaotic display. The golden skeleton, which had initially been diving downward, was suddenly propelled upward at an even greater speed, its momentum reversed in an instant.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang surged forward like an unstoppable tide, his assault relentless and fierce. The Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers technique showcased its remarkable speed, each step carrying the power of ascension, allowing him to close the gap just as the golden skeleton reached the summit. Then, with the force of a Baxiang, Zhang Yang stirred ripples in the air and delivered another devastating strike, unleashing the Ultimate Baxiang Power flawlessly.

Boom!

The golden skeleton, unable to fully deploy its secret technique, let out a mournful cry as cracks rapidly spread from its hands and arms, its ribs snapping instantly. Just as the skeleton was about to be flung away, Zhang Yang’s fist clenched, seizing it mid-air. With a fierce yank, he dragged its body sideways, raising his leg—crack!

A ferocious kick descended, imbued with the Ultimate Baxiang Power, shattering golden bones and nearly splitting the skeleton in two. His left hand grasped the golden skeleton’s breastbone, while his right hand seized its shoulder bone, and with overwhelming strength, he tore the skeleton apart. At that moment, his aura surged, even more ferocious than before.

His hair flew wildly, his eyes gleamed with an unyielding brilliance, and his voice thundered across the land, "The golden skeleton of the underworld is nothing more than this!" His words deeply provoked the ghostly coffin, from within which a deep rumble echoed. Ghostly hands attempted to emerge, but the green mountain surged with white light, striking the coffin with fierce intensity. The impact shattered the ghostly hands, reducing them to black light that coiled and tangled around the coffin.

The scene resembled the green mountain acting with intent, seizing the opportunity to break free from the ghostly coffin’s grasp and launching a full-force assault. From within the coffin, a Holy Voice roared, "Ants! You dare to ruin my thousand-year opportunity? How laughable!"

The black light surrounding the coffin churned violently, resisting the green mountain with overwhelming force while disdainfully disregarding Zhang Yang. To be scorned while in a half-awakened state, with his bloodlines boiling, was a provocation that ignited Zhang Yang’s bloodline, awakening a tempest of killing intent from its very depths. He refused to be looked down upon—not by man, not by ghost. Only he had the right to scorn all living beings.

This emotion surged from the depths of his bloodline and soul, and a torrential wave of blood energy erupted, flooding into the green mountain. The mountain trembled as if invigorated, its white light condensing into flawless holy light, overwhelmingly suppressing the black light.

At that moment, Zhang Yang arrived, unleashing the Ultimate Baxiang Power to its fullest extent, delivering a critical blow against the ghostly coffin without restraint. Boom! The ghostly coffin did not budge, yet Zhang Yang’s fury only intensified. He swung both fists, unleashing a relentless barrage of critical strikes—boom! boom! boom! In an instant, he had thrown one hundred and thirty punches. Finally, the ghostly coffin began to quiver.

Zhang Yang roared, his voice reverberating like a thunderous storm, his arms flailing as his blood energy ignited, transforming into holy light that surged into his fists.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With every strike, the ghostly coffin trembled violently, its resistance crumbling under the relentless onslaught.

A series of cracking sounds echoed as the ghostly coffin slowly detached from the green mountain, its connection to the ancient structure weakening under the relentless assault. From within the coffin, a furious Holy Voice thundered, "Ants!"

The rage in its tone was palpable, but it was utterly useless against the overwhelming force arrayed against it. Zhang Yang’s blood energy continued to empower the green mountain, causing its holy light to erupt with even greater intensity, further overwhelming the ghostly coffin.

At that moment, the battle was no longer just Zhang Yang’s alone—he and the green mountain had become one, united in their purpose. Thousands of punches rained down like a storm, each strike carrying the force of a tempest, rapidly forcing the ghostly coffin away.

The Holy Voice within the coffin raged, but its anger was powerless against the relentless onslaught. It wasn’t just Zhang Yang’s sheer strength that made the difference; his monstrous endurance and the limitless reserves of the Nine Extremes True Essence ensured that his power never waned, allowing him to maintain the ferocious assault without faltering.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang spun abruptly, retreating three meters in a swift, calculated movement. As he turned, the Thousand Wolves Pillar materialized in his hand, its imposing presence radiating power. With the Ultimate Baxiang Power, his colossal physical strength, and the crushing force of the Thousand Wolves Pillar combined, he swung the weapon with devastating precision. The force of the swing tore through the air, producing a deafening sonic boom that amplified his power to an unprecedented level.

Bang!

The ghostly coffin, already weakened by the relentless barrage, let out a roar of defiance as it was struck head-on, hurtling into the sky. The holy light erupting from the green mountain surged after it, attempting to deliver the final blow. However, the ghostly coffin was no ordinary artifact. Now freed from its duty of suppressing the green mountain, its terrifying power exploded outward, forcefully repelling the holy light. A faint Holy Voice echoed from within, filled with boundless fury, declaring, "This Saint is enraged; the underworld shall appear!"

The earth trembled violently in response, the ground splitting open to reveal deep, gaping fissures. From the abyss, giant golden skeletons, each towering three meters tall, began to rise. Each skeleton was stronger than the last, their overwhelming presence making it clear that they were a force to be reckoned with. Without a doubt, the ghostly coffin’s refusal to engage directly with the green mountain was even more terrifying than its previous actions.

Even Zhang Yang, gripping the Thousand Wolves Pillar, furrowed his brow slightly at the sight. With so many golden skeletons, each exuding overwhelming strength, they seemed invincible within the confines of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.

But then, the ground trembled once more—this time, the tremor was even more violent than before. A fierce roar erupted from deep within the earth, shaking the very foundations of the battlefield. Suddenly, a massive hand, covered in black fur and nearly a meter wide, burst forth from the abyss. The black hand clawed fiercely at the air, its presence exuding an aura of primal power.

Buzz! In an instant, all the golden skeletons shattered simultaneously, leaving no trace behind—only wisps of golden mist swirling in the wind, dissipating into nothingness. Whoosh! The battlefield fell silent, the tension palpable as the black hand retreated into the abyss, leaving Zhang Yang and the green mountain to face the ghostly coffin once more.

A colossal figure rose from the depths of the earth, its presence overwhelming and awe-inspiring—the Revenge Ghostly Divine Platform! With a thunderous voice, a fist shot out toward the ghostly coffin, its power shaking the very fabric of the void. Zhang Yang’s eyes widened in astonishment as he recognized the figure. "Holy corpse!" he exclaimed, never having expected the holy corpse to appear. "Obsession! The obsession of the Revenge Ghostly Divine Platform!"

Excitement surged through Zhang Yang as he realized the significance of this moment. The holy corpse’s true power was unmatched, capable of slaying a saint with a single strike. The punch landed squarely on the ghostly coffin suspended in the void, and with a resounding bang, the coffin was hurled over a hundred miles away.

A tearing sound followed as a faint crack appeared where the powerful blow had struck. "Revenge Ghostly Divine Platform!" the holy corpse roared, taking a massive step forward, crossing mountains and rivers beneath its feet. It delivered another devastating punch across the vast distance, its power unrelenting.

From within the ghostly coffin, an enraged voice bellowed, “A dead saint dares to challenge this saint?!” A terrifying ghostly hand emerged, lunging toward the holy corpse with deadly intent. Boom! The holy corpse’s fist met the ghostly hand, shattering it instantly. Without pause, the next punch surged like a tidal wave, striking the ghostly coffin once more.

A sharp cracking sound echoed as the coffin was sent flying another hundred miles. The holy corpse roared madly, continuing its relentless pursuit. Inside the ghostly coffin, the saint’s voice trembled with horror and rage, “This saint is still in the process of transformation! I have not yet finished! Otherwise, I would slay you!” Grand words were easily spoken, but the ghostly coffin did not dare to stand its ground. Instead, it tore through the void, fleeing toward the entrance of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.

The Daybreak Phoenix Ruins were unique—inside, the power of saints was allowed, but abilities exceeding the limit could not enter. Thus, those inside could leave, but not return. The ghostly coffin moved swiftly, as if it were traversing the underworld, its presence distorting the space around it with dark, eerie manifestations. Yet, it still could not escape the holy corpse’s pursuit.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before the ghostly coffin could reach the exit, the holy corpse struck it three more times. Cracks spread across the coffin’s surface, and the countless ghostly inscriptions inscribed on its outer layer exploded, their dark essence shattering into the void. Inside the coffin, the saint’s furious roars reverberated. At last, the ghostly coffin burst out of the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins.

Beneath the earth, chains forged from boiling fiery patterns shot upward, wrapping around the furious holy corpse and pulling it downward toward the depths.

A single Holy Voice echoed through the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, “Revenge Ghostly Divine Platform!” With that final cry, the Ruins fell silent.

The ghostly coffin tumbled away in disarray, spiraling through the air before crashing down.

But the battle was far from over. The terrifying Holy Might and the fierce Ghostly Power radiating from the coffin pressed down upon Fengyu Town, shaking it violently as if the entire place would collapse at any moment. Then, with the first Great Boundless of the Ghostly Divine Platform, a surge of bloodline power awakened.

Deep within Ghost King Futian, the bloodline of Ghost King Futian roared to life, instantly calming the raging Ghostly Power. Without hesitation, Ghost King Futian rushed forward, knelt on the ground, and shouted, “Ghost King Futian greets my ancestors!” From within the ghostly coffin, the agitated voice of the saint resounded once more, “This boy has disrupted my efforts of a thousand years—he must be punished!”

As his words fell, ominous auras surged forth, intertwining in the air to outline a figure. A sudden, unified gasp arose from the onlookers—Ghost King Futian, Yilie, Liu Taixu, Mu Yujing, Ying Wuji, and all other Great Boundless beings of Fengyu Town voiced their collective shock. “It’s Zhang Yang again!” they exclaimed, their voices filled with disbelief and dread.