Chapter 1237: Peak of the Cloud Sea – One Hundred Fists

Chapter 1237: Peak of the Cloud Sea – One Hundred Fists (Second Update)

An eerie red light enveloped Wang Lin's entire body. This red light originated from the blood he had fused into his Primordial Spirit. Under the power of this strange blood, Wang Lin, whose Physical Body had just collapsed, actually reconstituted his body in a mere moment.

Wang Lin had no time to ponder this sudden turn of events. He clearly felt that the power of the blood orb fused into his Primordial Spirit was rapidly dissipating as his body was reborn.

It wouldn't be long before the power of this blood orb would vanish completely.

But Wang Lin no longer cared about any of this. His body had reformed, and a maddened will filled his entire being. Staring fixedly at Daoist Shui, Wang Lin shot forward.

As he charged, his body transformed with a thunderous roar, once again forming the hundreds-of-zhang-tall body of an Ancient God! The six stars on his forehead rotated, and the star formed from his Concept spun alongside them. At a glance, he resembled a Seven-Star Ancient God!

A frenzied aura also emanated from his Ancient God form. At this moment, Wang Lin seemed as if he had devoured countless Immortal Ascension Fruits, utterly maddened!

He could not die. He absolutely must not die. He wanted to slaughter everything, to kill all living beings before his eyes, regardless of the cost!

ROAR!

With a roar like a primordial fiend, Wang Lin clenched his right fist and charged straight at Daoist Shui. As he threw the punch, a complex chant in the language of the Ancient Gods spilled from his mouth!

The Ancient God race possessed few Divine Abilities, but each one was immensely powerful, far beyond the comprehension of ordinary Cultivators. As Wang Lin's chant echoed, the immense life force within his Ancient God body erupted explosively! No living being in this world could compare to an Ancient God in terms of life force!

"Ancient God Art: Life-Extinguishing Spirit Summoning!"

With a low roar, Wang Lin threw a punch. This single fist strike shook heaven and earth, causing all the void before him to collapse instantly. Furthermore, with this punch, the life force within Wang Lin's body dissipated frantically, transforming into an earth-shattering, heaven-shaking force that gathered within his fist and thundered towards Daoist Shui.

A deafening boom echoed, shaking the entire Fifth-Order Star Domain to the brink of collapse. Wang Lin's fist descended, meeting Daoist Shui's right palm! Amidst the thunderous impact, Wang Lin spat blood and was immediately sent flying. Yet, he forcibly halted his flight a thousand zhang away, and with madness and ferocity, charged forward once more.

Daoist Shui's expression remained unchanged, but his right palm felt slightly numb. He was using the majority of his cultivation to resist the seven-colored nail in his brow, leaving little power to spare. Yet, that palm strike just now was enough to annihilate a Cultivator at the Great Perfection of shattered nirvana.

"Exchanging life force for power. Such a Divine Ability is merely drinking poison to quench thirst. Let's see how many punches you can throw!"

As his words fell, Wang Lin was already upon him again, unleashing a second thunderous punch. As this second fist swung, another portion of the life force throughout his body dissipated. His hair, originally white, now turned ashen gray, and the stars on his forehead noticeably dimmed.

The second punch landed with a thunderous crash! At the moment of impact with Daoist Shui's palm, enduring the injuries within his body, Wang Lin wore a bitter smile but did not retreat. Instead, he madly unleashed a third punch, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth… In an instant, Wang Lin had thrown ten punches!

These ten punches consumed an immense amount of life force. With each successive fist strike, the thunderous roars shook the heavens and earth, and the entire Fifth-Order Star Domain finally collapsed!

Countless Rifts formed into a storm, sweeping through the Fifth-Order Star Domain. Wang Lin's hair fell out strand by strand with each swing of his fist. Wrinkles appeared on his body, and he suddenly aged drastically.

But his eyes still flashed with red light, revealing a frenzied Battle Intent!

Booming sounds rang out continuously. Fist after fist swung, constantly clashing against Daoist Shui. By the second punch, Daoist Shui's expression remained normal. But by the sixth punch, Daoist Shui withdrew his right hand, took several steps back, and opened his mouth to spew a cloud of mist forward.

He used this mist to resist Wang Lin's remaining punches!

"Even with your Ancient God's Physical Body, such a life-force-consuming Divine Ability is absolutely unbearable. Fighting this old man with such a method is utterly laughable!" Daoist Shui sneered. The seven-colored light in his brow had been fully resisted by him now. No matter how the seven-colored nail spun, it could no longer penetrate his skull, though the heart-piercing pain continued to emanate from his brow.

"This Venerable Master's Seven-Colored Divine Void Nail is too bizarre. Fortunately, this brat doesn't know the specific method to wield it. But I must still guard against any changes in this Seven-Colored Divine Void Nail now!" Daoist Shui let out a low shout, erupting with his full cultivation power, actually attempting to force the seven-colored nail, which had pierced an inch into his brow, back out!

By now, most of the life force within Wang Lin's body had dissipated. He resembled an old man at the end of his rope, exuding waves of Death Qi. The stars on his forehead grew even dimmer, wrinkles covered his body, and it seemed even his form was aging infinitely.

But the fire in his eyes burned brighter. With a desolate roar, Wang Lin charged forward again, like a moth flying towards a flame, knowing it meant certain death. Yet, how many knew that a moth flying into the flame was not always yearning for the fire, but sometimes possessed a desperate resolve to extinguish that very flame!

As he charged, Wang Lin clenched his right fist and swung it once more. The booming sounds became the ultimate symphony of heaven and earth, replacing all other noise. As Wang Lin swung, the eleventh punch, twelfth, thirteenth… all the way to the nineteenth, erupted thunderously in rapid succession.

Each punch represented the Peak power of Wang Lin's current cultivation, the ultimate strike of an Ancient God, forged by consuming his life force!

The thunderous roars shook the heavens and earth. Blood streamed from Wang Lin's seven orifices, and he teetered on the very brink of death. Yet, his fists did not pause for even a moment. Even Daoist Shui couldn't help but show a flicker of emotion at this sight!

Amidst the thunderous impacts, the mist spewed by Daoist Shui resisted fully. Not only did it not dissipate, it surged forward, attempting to engulf Wang Lin.

"A pity. If such full-powered strikes could be sustained for over a hundred punches, you might indeed have a chance to injure me while I'm resisting this seven-colored nail. But as it stands, these nineteen punches are already your limit. The life force within your body has completely collapsed. I don't even need to kill you; you will perish on your own in moments!"

Daoist Shui's cold voice rang out, but Wang Lin could no longer hear it. His ears were filled with blood; all sounds reached him as faint, almost inaudible whispers.

He was utterly exhausted. Death Qi permeated his entire body. A feeling of returning to nothingness gradually surfaced in his heart, seeming to carry him far away, away from this cruel Cultivation World, away from all pain.

Even the red light in his eyes dimmed, becoming dull and lifeless.

But just as the mist surged forward, about to engulf him, Wang Lin suddenly raised his head. The dullness in his eyes abruptly erupted with a sharp light!

"We Cultivators, why fear a battle! I understand now. This battle is not about Battle Intent, but a determination to resist even when knowing death is certain!" With a bitter laugh, Wang Lin took a step forward, raised his right hand, and madly swung another punch!

The twentieth punch!

As the punch flew, black blood trickled from the corner of Wang Lin's mouth. But he did not stop. Instead, he laughed wildly, a laughter that shook heaven and earth, carrying an arrogance that defied the rules of the world and all living beings!

"I, Wang Lin, began cultivating at sixteen!" The twenty-first punch flew out! The mist showed no pause, roaring towards him.

"Entered Heng Yue… killed Teng Li!" The twenty-second punch flew out! Just as it was about to be engulfed, the mist suddenly halted.

"Fled the Cultivation Devil Sea, formed my Golden Core!" The twenty-third punch! The mist trembled violently, emitting a sharp screech from within.

"Achieved Nascent Soul, exterminated the entire Teng Family, shook the Vermilion Bird, paid respects to heavenly fate!" Wang Lin advanced step by step, laughing wildly as if talking to himself, but his fists madly hammered out. The twenty-fourth, twenty-fifth, twenty-sixth punches! The mist exploded with a thunderous roar, actually forced back three zhang!

"Yin and Yang, illusory and real, the three realms of shattered nirvana! A life of crises, unyielding to heaven and earth, countless lives taken!" The twenty-seventh, twenty-eighth, twenty-ninth, thirtieth punches! The mist recoiled violently. The screeching from within grew more intense, tinged with panic, as it frantically retreated.

"To this day, the number of those I've killed is beyond counting. Two thousand years of cultivation, reaching my current level!" The thirty-first… thirty-ninth punches!

"I have fought heaven, fought earth, and today I fight a Third Step mighty one. Death, why fear it!" The fortieth, forty-first, forty-second… fifty-third punches!

"Only one regret: I cannot resurrect my beloved. But to die together with her, what does it matter!" The fifty-fourth, fifty-fifth, fifty-sixth… sixty-fourth punches! The recoiling mist exploded with a boom, turning to nothingness and completely dissipating.

"Even if I abandon all my life force, what does it matter!" The sixty-fifth, sixty-sixth, sixty-seventh… seventy-fifth punches!

Blood sprayed from Wang Lin's entire body, turning him into a man of blood. His body rapidly shrank, aging infinitely. Death Qi permeated his entire being, causing his internal organs to fail and his life force to be utterly extinguished!

In truth, as early as the twenty-third punch, his life force had already dissipated. The remaining punches were all powered by the might of the blood orb fused within his Primordial Spirit.

"Walking between heaven and earth, one should stand tall and unyielding. Even if I die in battle, what does it matter!" Wang Lin's voice was hoarse, as if even it carried the taste of blood. To the ears of any who heard, it could shake their very souls!

The seventy-sixth, seventy-seventh, seventy-eighth… eighty-fourth punches!

"Life force severed, I am about to die. But these Divine Ability fists are not over yet. Light of Flowing Years, reverse for me five thousand years! Give me five thousand years of life force!" Wang Lin laughed wildly up at the sky. Amidst the eighty-fourth punch, his body strode forward continuously, like a battle immortal who feared neither heaven nor earth, walking step by step with the resolve of certain death!

Nothing before him could hinder his steps!

A rare gravity appeared in Daoist Shui's eyes. For the first time, he felt the extraordinary brilliance of the man before him.

Moreover, the moment Wang Lin's words fell, the collapsed starry void around his body transformed into a vast sea. Upon it, a towering stone gate rose with a thunderous roar, emanating an aura of eternal desolation. Under the reversal, it all enveloped Wang Lin!

The eighty-fifth, eighty-sixth, eighty-seventh… one hundredth punch!!

In that short span of time, Wang Lin exhausted all the power of the blood orb, consumed all the primordial force within his body to perform the Flowing Years Art, reversed five thousand years, obtained sufficient power, and unleashed one hundred heaven-shaking, earth-shattering, god-and-ghost-weeping punches!!

These were the strongest one hundred punches of Wang Lin's life. This was his… entire life.

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