Sign In Buddha's Palm Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Nine Punches.

Edited by: Mochiusagi

“The Sword Ancestor is dead?”

The Ancestors were dumbfounded, their minds went blank.

The Sword Ancestor was someone with a Primordial Spirit. Even someone at the same level as him, would find it extremely difficult to kill him. Yet, the invincible Sword Ancestor was shattered like glass with a single punch?

The disciples' faces were ashen and they trembled all over. In their hearts, the Sword Ancestor was like a God that had protected the Myriad Sword Sect for more than a 1,000 years. It can be said that if the Sword Ancestor hadn't appeared 1,900 years ago, the Myriad Sword Sect would definitely not achieve their current status.

At this moment, an Ancestor suddenly realized something and shouted: “No, the Sword Ancestor's Fire of Life has not been extinguished yet!”

After the Sword Ancestor had shattered, this Ancestor used his Divine Sense to scan the place where they placed the Fires of Life, and found that the Fire of Life of the Sword Ancestor was still burning.

The Fire of Life being extinguished means that its owner had died.

But if the Fire of Life was still burning, the owner was still alive.

Sure enough, not long after this Ancestor spoke, the strength of the Primordial Spirit, that was floating around the entire Myriad Sword Sect, suddenly began to converge. Finally, they formed and assumed the appearance of the Sword Ancestor.

It was as if Su Qin had never shattered the Sword Ancestor with his punch before.

“The Sword Ancestor!”

“The Sword Ancestor is not dead!”

The smiles on the faces of the disciples reappeared and became more enthusiastic.

In the eyes of all disciples, the Sword Ancestor was not only powerful, but also possessed an 'undying body'. How could he possibly lose to Su Qin?

“I underestimated you.” The Sword Ancestor continued, “Not only did you have a terrifying body, your Divine Art is also top tier.”

The Sword Ancestor stared at Su Qin as he said this. His guess was that Su Qin fused together at least five completely different Divine Arts into one attack.

“It's a pity that no matter how strong you are, what can you do? You haven't formed a Primordial Spirit, so you don't know the terrifying part of possessing one.”

A smile appeared on the Sword Ancestor's face.

Although he was hit by the punch from Su Qin just now, it was not like the Sword Ancestor did not gain anything. He finally confirmed that Su Qin hadn't formed a Primordial Spirit yet. The reason why Su Qin had erupted with terrifying power was due to the strength of his body and the level of his Divine Arts.

Regarding these points, it was nothing for the Sword Ancestor.

The Sword Ancestor, who had a Primordial Spirit, was completely invincible in front of Su Qin. Su Qin wouldn't be able to kill him at all.

“So that's how it is.”

“Is this the Primordial Spirit?”

Su Qin was still calm, and there was only a look of consternation on his face.

He had combined the [Thunder God Penta Fist], [Summoning Rain] and [Nine Yang Divine Art] in that punch. It was something that even the Demon Dragon in the War God Temple, who was proud of its body's strength, was unable to resist against, let alone Legends.

Even if 10 Peak Legends had confronted Su Qin's punch, the result would still be them getting destroyed and their bodies disappearing into nothingness.

However, the Sword Ancestor was different. He had long lost his physical body and was now only made of the strength of his Primordial Spirit. As long as the strength of his Primordial Spirit was enough, even if he was destroyed many times, he would be able to recover.

This was also the reason why the Peak Legends, that formed a Primordial Spirit, claimed to be free from the shackles of a body.

As long as their Primordial Spirit did not die, they were immortal.

“I admire the strength of fellow Daoist, but the punch just now should have consumed a lot of your True Essence, right? I, on the other hand, can recover infinitely. You can't kill me!”

The Sword Ancestor's tone was light, but it was full of confidence.

“Humph~”

In this regard, Su Qin just coldly snorted and didn't care at all.

“Even an Earth Immortal will die, not to mention you who failed to touch the door of the Earth Immortal Realm. How dare you claim to be immortal?” Su Qin sneered, “The reason why you can recover is simply nothing more than having enough strength of Primordial Spirit.”

“I want to see how many times you can restore yourself!”

After Su Qin finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand again and closed his palm into a fist. In an instant, the Heavens and Earth once again roared like thunder. Su Qin appeared in front of the Sword Ancestor, like a dazzling thunderbolt.

This time, the Sword Ancestor was defensive. He retreated violently and wanted to dodge Su Qin's blow.

Unfortunately, the Sword Ancestor was too slow.

The [Thunder God Penta Fist] allowed Su Qin to bathe in thunderbolt and incarnate as one. Although he was still not as fast as a real thunderbolt, it was not something the Sword Ancestor could keep up with.

[Crack~]

Su Qin's punch connected with the Sword Ancestor again.

As if the scene just started repeating itself, every part of Sword Ancestor's body began to shatter and turn into dust.

“The second punch.”

Su Qin retracted his fist and looked in a direction that was not too far away from him, where a large number of Primordial Spirit had gathered again. It soon formed into the figure of the Sword Ancestor.

“You…”

The Sword Ancestor's expression turned ugly. However, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

Su Qin had already arrived in front of him, with his faint voice sounding the Sword Ancestor's ear.

“The third punch.”

[Crack~]

Sword Ancestor collapsed quickly.

[Hong long long~]

In the next period of time, the Myriad Sword Island resounded with the constant roar of thunder.

“The fourth punch.”

“The fifth punch.”

“The sixth punch.”

“The seventh punch.”

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The Sword Ancestor's body kept getting destroyed and regenerating itself. Everytime the Sword Ancestor's body returned to normal, Su Qin would come and destroy it again.

When the disciples saw this scene, their eyes became dull, while the Ancestors trembled as they watched.

The Sword Ancestor didn't even have the chance to fight back against Su Qin. It was beyond shocking!

“Sure enough, you don't have Primordial Spirit left.”

After Su Qin sent out the ninth punch, he looked at the Sword Ancestor, whose figure had become illusory.

At this moment, the Sword Ancestor had long lost his immortal-like appearance that he had at the beginning. His aura had become significantly diminished, his body had begun to become transparent and illusory.

“Damn it, how could this person be so strong?”

The Sword Ancestor barely managed to maintain his body's shape, and a huge wave had been set off in his heart.

Su Qin's punch, that could break his Primordial Spirit body, was already terrifying by itself. Even an Earth Immortal couldn't do much to block such a punch. Yet, just when the Sword Ancestor had thought that Su Qin had used up all of his strength, the latter would throw nine punches in a row!

In a flash, the Sword Ancestor's Primordial Spirit body had collapsed nine times, and was on the verge of collapse.

The Sword Ancestor was also able to perceive that even after punching out nine times already, Su Qin only had some slight loss of Qi and blood. In fact, he even recovered some in the process!

“It turns out that the Primordial Spirit is only this much…”

Su Qin sighed slightly, a little regretful.

The strength of the Primordial Spirit was the ultimate transformation of the power of the Divine Sense. It gathered and dispersed infinitely, it was strange and unpredictable. Ordinary means almost do not work against it.

If Su Qin also formed a Primordial Spirit, he would be able to trap the Sword Ancestor with his own strength of Primordial Spirit. He could then continue to melt the Sword Ancestor's Primordial Spirit with his own.

Su Qin had a body which could continuously nurture his Primordial Spirit, while the Sword Ancestor, who had none, would have his Primordial Spirit worn away. His demise would come in Su Qin's hands sooner or later.

It's a pity that Su Qin had not yet formed a Primordial Spirit, so he could only adopt this 'stupid' method. He used the power of his body and Divine Sense to urge the [Thunder God Penta Fist], breaking up the Sword Ancestor's Primordial Spirit body over and over again. This forced the Sword Ancestor to actively consume the strength of his Primordial Spirit.

“Do you still dare to say that I can't kill you?” Su Qin slowly calmed his energy, which had almost boiled just now.

After punching nine times in a row, even though Su Qin's body was now a Quasi-Dharma Body, it was still a bit exhausting, which was why he stopped.

Not only did the Sword Ancestor need to recover, Su Qin also needed to do so.

It's just that the body recovery was much simpler than Primordial Spirit recovery. Not to mention that Su Qin had the [Flesh Rebirth]. He was able to return to his peak in an instant.

When Sword Ancestor saw this, his expression became extremely heavy. In fact, although he still had some Primordial Spirit left, he wouldn't be able to bear Su Qin's further attacks.

Thinking of this, the Sword Ancestor suddenly decided to retreat.

“Wait until I complete my body possession and I return to my Peak. I'll come fight you then!” The Sword Ancestor's body suddenly exploded and turned into a stream of light, moving towards the Sword Peaks.

These Sword Peaks contained the back hand left by Myriad Sword.

Even if Su Qin's strength was strong, in the eyes of the Sword Ancestor, as long as he escaped into the Sword Peaks, he was considered safe.

“If you ran away that first instance we met, I may not be able to stop you.” Su Qin shook his head slightly, and a trace of sarcasm appeared on his face: “But now, your Primordial Spirit has been consumed by more than half, can you still escape?”

Su Qin's voice barely sounded, when his body exuded Qi and blood.

[Weng~]!!!

The horrifying Qi and blood shone like the sun in all directions. As soon as the Primordial Spirit of the Sword Ancestor touched the Qi and blood, he screamed.

The stream of light, that was the size of a human just a moment ago, began to melt away, turning into palm-size in the blink of an eye.

The palm-size stream of light then took the shape of the Sword Ancestor.

However, due to the massive consumption of his Primordial Spirit, the Sword Ancestor had become palm-sized. He looked at ocean-like Qi and blood around him in horror.

At the same time, Su Qin silently appeared behind the Sword Ancestor. He raised his right hand, and held the palm-size Sword Ancestor in his hand.

Chapter end