Three Dao talismans burned to ash in Yan Shouyi's hand, transforming into silvery-white electric light that engulfed almost his entire arm.
This was no longer an ordinary palm lightning.
It could be called a palm cannon without exaggeration!
Through three months of solitary training, Yan Shouyi had experienced much. His Dao heart grew steadier, and his cultivation deepened!
If his palm lightning was merely a small electric serpent three months ago, it had now become a thousand-year-old flood dragon!
Though not invincible, he was visibly powerful, a far cry from his former self!
The dog-like Daoist, intimately familiar with such matters, had his eyes alight with fire. Among the younger generation, he had never seen anyone possess such skill as Yan Shouyi!
Electric serpents wriggled on Yan Shouyi's right arm, with a blindingly bright thunderball at his palm.
One could only imagine the consequence if this thunderball were to strike Jiang Wusheng's head!
The suppressed Jiang Wusheng showed a flicker of fear in his eyes!
"It's time to end this."
Yan Shouyi said coldly, and thrust his palm towards Jiang Wusheng's forehead!
However, just as he was about to "enlighten" Jiang Wusheng's head, the wound on Jiang Wusheng's head, previously inflicted by a stone, suddenly spewed out a large amount of filth!
This filth forced Yan Shouyi to retreat, and his palm lightning missed its mark, instead blasting a large hole in Jiang Wusheng's left shoulder!
This gaping hole caused Jiang Wusheng's left arm to turn to ash!
Yan Shouyi, having retreated in time, evaded the filth erupting from Jiang Wusheng's head.
Before he could even regain his balance, the pile of rocks suppressing Jiang Wusheng trembled and then exploded outwards, sending countless small fragments flying in all directions!
Seeing this, the monk Miaoji clasped his hands together, golden light emanating from his body and forming a giant, transparent golden bell that protected everyone within.
The flying stones pinged and clanged against the golden bell, as if someone were firing a gun at it.
Yet, not a single stone could penetrate the bell. Yan Shouyi was not so fortunate. Monk Miaoji made no move to help him, so the stones flying towards him struck him squarely.
Instantly, Yan Shouyi was covered in wounds, some from the bruises and swelling caused by the stones, others from cuts inflicted by sharp fragments.
Fortunately, he had used his arm to shield his face, thus avoiding injury to his eyes.
After the stones subsided, Yan Shouyi lowered his arm and looked up to witness an astonishing sight.
Jiang Wusheng had broken free, and on his head, a larger head had grown!
This head was the size of a lantern, with no hair on top, only ugly, dark red veins spread across its entire surface like a spiderweb.
The two eyeballs on the head were fist-sized and protruded significantly, covered in bloodshot vessels, filled with murderous intent.
He opened his mouth, revealing three rows of teeth, each as sharp as a shark's!
Jiang Wusheng's original head, as if discarded, lolled limply to one side, its eyes unmoving.
"What a monster..." Yan Shouyi muttered.
Mangled to this extent, Yang Li was clearly beyond saving.
This Jiang Wusheng had fed the Gu worms with his own body for a thousand years, eventually transforming himself into a Gu worm, a monster.
However, Jiang Wusheng's transformation was not yet complete.
His left arm, destroyed by Yan Shouyi's palm lightning, now saw dense black Gu worms appearing at the severed end.
Subsequently, a thick arm began to grow!
"Aaaargh!!!!"
Jiang Wusheng's hideous head let out a strange cry, and then he slammed his massive hand onto the ground, managing to wrench his own tentacles, which were pinned to the rock, free!
The Zangpo blade was incredibly sharp. As Jiang Wusheng pulled, the tentacles immediately forked from the break, but the divided tentacles did not lose their vitality. Instead, they split into two, each controllable independently!
Now, Jiang Wusheng was even more difficult to deal with, like Nezha with three heads and six arms!
"General Qing Jiang... What can you do to me now!! Eeeeheeheeheehee!!!"
Jiang Wusheng let out a wild laugh, the scene was bizarre and terrifying. Any ordinary person witnessing this would likely be scared into the ICU for emergency treatment.
But Yan Shouyi showed no fear. He leaped forward, drew the Zangpo blade, and then produced a Dao talisman, sticking it onto the blade!
"I am the Lord Taiyi of the cave, wearing the Seven Stars, treading the Four Spirits. With Dragon Blade in hand, I stand firm, roaming Xun and Li, all the way to Kun.
Traversing Xian Gate to Qian Hai, I gaze at the Celestial Gate to pay respects to the Emperor. Crossing Hengshan in Kan Zi, I descend directly to Gen Palace to seal the ghost gate.
He who dares defy my Dao, I shall drive them to dust beneath my sword. Hasten as the law commands!!!"
As the incantation finished, the Dao talisman ignited with flames, and Yan Shouyi traced the blade with the fire.
The blade of the Zangpo also erupted in fierce flames, dispelling the surrounding darkness!
"Li Huo Chi Ren Zhou?"
Jiang Wusheng's hideous head revealed a hint of shock: "This is an ancient divine incantation, how do you know it?!"
It was clear that Jiang Wusheng did not yet know Yan Shouyi was a descendant of Lu Ban.
Even he knew the Li Huo Chi Ren Zhou, which demonstrated how ancient this incantation was.
Yan Shouyi brandished the Zangpo blade and asked indifferently, "What? The General Qing Jiang of the past, didn't know this move?"
Jiang Wusheng remained silent: "He only knew how to kill."
"But I am different," Yan Shouyi smiled. "The methods I know are for suppressing evil and eradicating demons!!"
As he spoke, Yan Shouyi unleashed his Zong Di Jin Guang, instantly vanishing from his spot.
Jiang Wusheng looked around in shock but could not find Yan Shouyi's figure.
A hint of anger flickered in his eyes.
Damn it, where did he hide?!
Why can't I find him anywhere!!
Wait a minute...
When did the sky get bright?!
Jiang Wusheng looked up, only to see what appeared to be a blazing sun above his head.
No!
That's not the blazing sun!
That's the Zangpo blade wielded by Yan Shouyi!!
Jiang Wusheng felt a desire to retreat and quickly withdrew, using his tentacles to block.
But the tentacles were no match for the Zangpo blade and the Li Huo Chi Ren Zhou. Yan Shouyi merely swung his blade casually, severing the tentacles!
The severed tentacles fell to the ground, wriggling like earthworms, but soon withered and sank into the loess.
"Get away from me!!"
Jiang Wusheng roared and uprooted a small tree with his massive hand, throwing it at Yan Shouyi!
Yan Shouyi remained unfazed, slicing the tree in half with a single stroke. It ignited with flames, falling to the ground and bathing the bamboo forest in a fiery red glow!!
Yan Shouyi landed, enveloped in flames, as if returning to the battlefield. The flames behind him were not ordinary fires, but the fires of war, and the smoke billowing from his head was not ordinary smoke, but beacon smoke!!
"Jiang Wusheng!!"
Yan Shouyi roared, "Surrender to this general!!"
Jiang Wusheng's pupils contracted, and he froze in place, as if he were seeing the God of Slaughter, General Qing Jiang, once again dominating the battlefield!!
That sense of awe etched into his soul, stemming from the depths of his being, left him stunned and unsure of how to proceed!!!