Chapter 848: Chapter 83: Shattering the Void, the Heavenly Demon Descends (Part 2)

Thirteen Grand Protectors Horizontal Training Skill.

Vajra Unbreakable Body.

The skin of Three Corpses instantly turned into the color of gold and stone, and the arrows pierced his protective True Yuan, but only left a shallow scratch on his skin, without even a drop of blood spilling.

"Awesome!"

"Unbreakable defense!"

"Watch me slaughter without mercy!"

Seeing that the triple defenses of his protective True Yuan and Vajra Unbreakable Body were impervious to arrows, Three Corpses let out an excited shout and grabbed a nearby cart shaft, throwing it out. With a loud bang, it crushed the approaching enemy army into meat paste.

He had long wanted to use this move.

This was the true Unrivaled Chaos Dance, treating thousands of troops as nothing; Three Corpses entered and exited as if in an uninhabited realm. If it weren’t for Zhao Kuangyin’s claim of being undefeated with his Panlong Staff, he would have already beheaded the enemy general and gone on his way.

Yet amidst the fierce battle, Three Corpses gradually sensed something wasn’t right.

In just the blink of an eye, the number of enemies grew larger, even including many elite warriors of the Northern Song, and quite a few experts dressed in Daoist attire.

"Not good!"

"They were prepared."

Three Corpses exchanged a palm strike from a distance with someone, directly sending them flying dozens of meters, coughing blood. He displayed the Chaotic Gust Staff Technique, whipping up winds and dust all around, with a hint of unwillingness on his face as he looked at Zhao Kuangyin, who was already surrounded by people, unsure whether to forcibly charge at him to take his head or to immediately fly away to escape.

Enemies were everywhere.

The open spears were easy to dodge, but the hidden arrows were hard to defend against. There were skilled archers in the army; Three Corpses grunted as he was hit by an arrow in the back, unable to keep his protective True Yuan up against the overwhelming number of enemies.

"If only I had the Heaven-Demon Immortal Body, I wouldn’t fear the numbers."

Relying on his abundant True Yuan, Three Corpses wielded his Great Clumsy Hand, akin to the Buddha’s Palm, leaving a trail of blood and flesh wherever it reached, throwing the Central Army Camp into chaos with his lone strength, leaving behind over a thousand corpses.

Even if he couldn’t kill Zhao Kuangyin outright, he intended to unleash his unrivaled ability and demoralize the enemy army.

What’s to fear?

At the worst, he’d die and return to Duncan’s sea of consciousness, much like returning to Dimension Space after Duncan’s body perished.

The Central Army Camp was filled with a storm of blood and rain.

Zhao Kuangyin’s face was full of fear, pursued by Three Corpses from behind, while he escaped ahead, fighting and retreating simultaneously, relying on his Panlong Staff Technique to withstand dozens of moves with his master-level cultivation.

"How is this damned bastard so hard to kill?"

"Could he have a Skull Mark? Along with Celestial Destiny’s blessing?"

Three Corpses recalled Duncan’s past pursuit of God’s Whip, where several times he nearly took Zhao Kuangyin’s head, only for critical moments to be foiled by someone blocking desperately or missing narrowly, letting the opponent evade fatal blows.

This led Three Corpses to wonder whether there was truly Celestial Destiny at play.

"Do I have to break his golden body first?"

In the midst of the chaotic army, Three Corpses found it increasingly difficult to make progress, akin to being stuck in a mire; charging in amidst thousands wasn’t easy, surrounded by swords, spears, sabers, sticks, and a rain of arrows chasing his silhouette. Any pause was immediately covered by a barrage of arrows.

If it weren’t for Duncan’s bestowed protective True Yuan, just a common Dao Entrance Realm master would have been turned into a porcupine by now.

Three Corpses, as if wearing armor, charged with a dominant stance among thousands, pursuing Zhao Kuangyin, but he only had a few dozen breaths to strike; failing to take Zhao Kuangyin’s head in the first assassination wave, he was immediately encircled heavily.

"Heaven assists me too."

"That man dare assail Zhao Kuangyin in the camp, attempting assassination!"

"Fellow Daoists."

"Please lend me a helping hand."

In the southwest direction of the camp, a Daoist-dressed man rejoiced, estimating that fellow Ling Su wouldn’t have imagined, the enemy so reckless as to dare storm the camp alone. If he could slay him now, the great threat to Daoism would be removed.

Symbols ignited without wind, crackling in electric light, a thunderbolt descended from the sky, the man’s palms gathered heart-thunder, striking out.

Three Corpses battled thousands alone, suddenly struck by lightning, his whole body stiffening momentarily.

In a flash.

A streak of sword light shot forth, straight towards Three Corpses’ head, several Daoist experts casting spells, seemingly freezing his figure for a moment.

Blood appeared suddenly.

The protective True Yuan on Three Corpses was pierced; he instantly flew into a rage, ignoring the pursuing Zhao Kuangyin ahead, his spear tearing through the air, directly piercing several army experts, then a palm strike flattened the Daoist sneak-attacking him with Curse Magic into pulp.

In chaotic battle, kill mages first, or escaping would be impossible; he learned quickly.

At the same time.

Above the clouds, Duncan’s silhouette stood calmly on the ink flood dragon’s head, overlooking everything happening beneath.

"Your Majesty,"

"Shall I act?" the ink flood dragon whispered.

Duncan slowly shook his head, saying, "No need."

"He has three parts of my cultivation; these injuries won’t kill him."

"Moreover,"

"There are Daoist experts nearby."

In Zhao Kuangyin’s camp, there were Dao Entrance Realm experts; an elder dressed as a Daoist stared at Three Corpses ahead, eyes showing a strange light, like watching Qi, eyebrows furrowed, pondering silently, "Why is this person’s destiny so peculiar?"

Lougantao.

An early school branch of Daoism, skilled in star-gazing and Qi-watching; this lineage formed during the Northern Wei period, influential between Sui and Tang, severely weakened during Huang Chao’s Rebellion.

Many later novels originate Qi-watching techniques from this branch.