“Hahaha!”
“I knew you, Lin, wouldn't die so easily!”
“The little thing has been suppressed!”
“We are saved!”
Lin Chuan's appearance brought joy to everyone present, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The Transcendent Tribulation Melody only affected Zhang's Holy Infant.
Its realm had been forcibly dropped by a level due to the music, and it was now at the Self-Realized Realm.
“Even within the Self-Realized Realm, there are differences!”
“Killing you is still as easy as flipping my hand!”
Zhang's Holy Infant roared in anger, about to make another incantation with his hands.
But at that moment.
The melody in his ears suddenly changed.
An invisible sonic wave.
Emitting a powerful pressure, it pushed him down heavily.
“How is this possible?!”
“You, who are you?! This is definitely not human magic!”
Zhang's Holy Infant was afraid.
He desperately resisted the force, his legs bent, and he knelt in mid-air.
The might contained in the melody.
If it continued like this, it wouldn't take long before he would be completely obliterated.
“No!”
“I am the Holy Infant! I am the one who will surpass heaven!”
“How can I be destroyed by your mere song!”
“I, refuse!”
Zhang's Holy Infant suddenly slashed his palm, a splash of blood splattering out.
In an instant.
A blood-red Kirin phantom emerged behind him.
It was over ten meters tall.
“Roar!”
The Blood Kirin roared towards the sky, its voice deafening, it wanted to break free from the pressure brought by the divine melody!
The melody soared, seeming to resonate with Heaven and Earth.
The Blood Kirin's raised head was forced down again.
“Terrifying!”
“That monster's Kirin is twice as big as Little Brother's!”
“No wonder Little Brother couldn't beat it.”
Wang Pangzi watched intently, his surprise immeasurable.
“It seems this time, Little Brother Lin has won.”
Wu Xie smiled.
“No, it's not that easy.”
Zhang Qiling, as the patriarch of the Zhang family, knew the terror of Zhang's Holy Infant well.
“Mute, what do you mean?”
“Isn't that little thing already suppressed and unable to lift its head?”
Wu Xie asked in confusion.
“The Holy Infant is right.”
“This melody is not from the human world, mortal instruments cannot withstand it, let alone a temporarily crafted bone flute.”
Zhang Qiling explained.
Before everyone could comprehend his words.
The bone flute in Lin Chuan's hand cracked at that moment.
In a blink of an eye.
The bone flute had already turned into white dust.
And the wondrous melody.
In the empty mountain, it abruptly ceased, leaving no echo.
Lin Chuan's hands still held the flute.
“What a pity...”
“With my strength, playing this Nine幽仙曲 can only be done with a mortal instrument.”
“I didn't expect that just the prelude would already be beyond this bone flute's capacity.”
Lin Chuan smiled helplessly.
The Transcendent Tribulation Melody was divided into two parts.
One was the Nine幽仙曲, the other was the Transcendent Tribulation Melody.
What he had just played was the prelude.
Nine幽仙曲!
As soon as the prelude began.
The little thing's previous magic completely failed.
Therefore, all the fire receded.
If he played the entire prelude, even if Zhang's Holy Infant was at the Free and Easy Nine Heavens Realm, he would be truly obliterated.
Zhang's Holy Infant was also stunned.
The pressure on him disappeared at that moment.
“Hahaha...even Heaven is helping me!”
“Just now, I almost died!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha...”
Zhang's Holy Infant suddenly laughed maniacally, his laughter echoing endlessly, making people's scalps tingle.
“I, will, make, you, die!”
At this moment.
Zhang's Holy Infant's overwhelming hatred was all directed at Lin Chuan.
Zhang's Holy Infant dashed towards Lin Chuan through the air.
The huge Kirin phantom opened its enormous maw, as if it wanted to tear the person in front of it apart with its sharp fangs!
There was no magic left.
Only the desires of a beast.
“Although the divine melody has stopped, your realm can still be suppressed for a while.”
“Self-Realized Realm and Self-Realized Realm.”
“There is still a difference.”
“Two Fingers! Severing Heaven and Earth!”
Since comprehending the Thunderclap Finger, this was the first time he used the second finger.
Endless dazzling lightning erupted from his fingertips.
The lightning struck through the darkness like a sharp sword, like a giant lightning tree, extending in all directions!
Boom!!
With a violent roar.
Red and blue light intersected!
It cut the entire darkness in the mountain to shreds.
The dazzling light.
The intense sonic attack made everyone's eardrums, which were already injured, even more unbearable, forcing them to cover their ears.
Lightning, swallowing everything.
“Finally, is it over?”
Even at this moment, Zhang Qiling couldn't see what was happening in the middle.
After a while.
Zhang's Holy Infant's shrill voice sounded again in the light.
There was even a hint of crying in it.
“No!”
“I am Zhang's Holy Infant! I have extraordinary talent!”
“I am the one who will enter the Divine Realm! How can I die here!”
But soon, his crying disappeared, and he burst into maniacal laughter again.
“Hahaha!!”
“Zhang Qiling!!”
“This name should have been mine today, but I, don't want it!”
“It was those old men who forced it on me! Everything was forced on me by those old men!”
“Even without the current three thousand years of planning, I can still look down upon the world!”
As the lightning dissipated, one could see that most of Zhang's Holy Infant's body was blackened from the electricity.
The Kirin phantom had long since vanished.
“What's going on?! What is he trying to do?!”
“Lin, be careful!”
Those words made everyone's hearts tighten.
“Does he have another trick?”
Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes, vigilantly watching the little thing that was just a short distance away.
Zhang's Holy Infant, with his hair disheveled, looked at Zhang Qiling.
His trembling body.
He struggled to raise his hands again.
In his hands.
One incantation after another appeared.
“Lin!”
“Little Brother!”
Wang Pangzi and Wu Xie exclaimed, thinking that the little thing was about to make another move!
But Lin Chuan and Zhang Qiling remained unmoved.
“Li... Huo...”
“Xun... Lei...”
“Kan... Shui...”
“Gen... Tu...”
“......”
“Yin... Yang...”
One incantation after another changed incessantly.
But strangely, the changing incantations didn't bring about any attack.
Zhang's Holy Infant's aura became weak, even speaking was difficult for him.
“This little thing, is he transmitting his arts?!”
Lin Chuan's eyes narrowed, seeing through his actions.
At the same time.
His mind involuntarily recalled the previous battle.
For a moment, his heart suddenly felt enlightened.
“Ding!”
“You have gained insight from observing the Holy Infant's transmission of arts, and have achieved enlightenment in Feng Hou's Eight Trigrams.”
As the system prompt sounded.
Lin Chuan was startled at first, then his heart filled with joy.
Feng Hou's Eight Trigrams.
This art allowed one to establish a central palace under their feet, freely manipulating the four plates within the Eight Trigrams formation, thereby controlling the time, space, and the generative and destructive relationships of the four plates within the formation.
All Eight Trigrams arts in the world are rooted in the same source, differing only in their methods of transformation.
Everything Zhang's Holy Infant had displayed earlier.
Now, when Lin Chuan looked again, he had a much deeper understanding.
As he savored the insights.
Zhang's Holy Infant moved again, reaching out to grab something.
The black-gold ancient blade in Zhang Qiling's hand flew out of his grasp, towards Zhang's Holy Infant's hand.
“My Zhang family, although we are unmatched in the world with our Eight Trigrams arts, we have also produced a Sword Immortal.”
“Zhang family... heh....”
He gave a self-deceptive laugh.
Then, weakly, he swung the blade in his hand, move by move.
All of this.
Wang Pangzi, Wu Xie, and the others couldn't understand it.
They only saw the empty form.
But they couldn't see any real attacking power.
But Zhang Qiling watched attentively, committing everything to memory.
“Hehehe...”
Zhang's Holy Infant stopped his actions and laughed a few more times weakly.
Then, in everyone's astonishment, he held the blade in his left hand and abruptly severed his right wrist.
Blood sprayed out.
Zhang's Holy Infant grabbed his severed hand and threw it towards Zhang Qiling.
“Zhang Qiling!”
“Take my hand back, put it with the ancestors!”
After doing all this, he ignored the pain from his wrist, held the blade in his left hand, pointed it at his neck, and closed his eyes in despair.
“Ha...”
“Today!”
“I return everything you have given me to the Zhang family!”
“I don't owe you anything anymore!”
“But what you owe me, when I enter the Nine幽 Hell, I will definitely settle the score with you!”
As the words fell.
A splash of blood flew out in the dim mountain.
Zhang's Holy Infant's body.
At that moment, it completely lost its balance and fell weakly towards the bottom of the mountain.