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Chapter 738: Chapter Thirty-two: Tang Luo’s Fist

Looking at Tang Luo from head to toe, Bu Chen tried to find any potential weaknesses, but it went without saying that a martial artist with such strength would have a formidable physical form. Perhaps even his full-strength blow would feel like a mere tickle to the other.

Even without revealing any bloodline abilities, how could he possess such a terrifying level of cultivation? Could this guy be the most formidable body technique genius in history?

“This is absurd!” After thoroughly searching for weaknesses to no avail, Bu Chen banished the thoughts of despair from his mind. He knew he had to bring out his trump card.

For the first time, he used the Sacred Martial Secret Technique against Tang Luo, feeling a sense of fate rising within him.

Boiling spiritual power flowed into the spirit array engraved within him. The Sacred Martial Body, one of the strongest techniques of Martial Saint Mountain, was unveiled on the Bifang Mountain battleground.

Bu Chen, already tall and sturdy, was now enveloped in a bright silver halo, resembling an ethereal saint with an emotionless face, like a meditating old monk, his pupils radiating pure white light.

If Saint Han’s Undying Battle Body exchanged suppressed spiritual power for spiritual power immunity, then Bu Chen’s Sacred Martial Body broke the shackles of the human body in exchange for greater spiritual power activity.

Countless amounts of spiritual power float between heaven and earth, and the effect of the Sacred Martial Body allows the human body to connect with heaven and earth, reaching the state of unity with the universe.

Once one is indistinguishable from heaven and earth, the power of heaven and earth is, thus, equivalent to one’s own power. Therefore, the former Martial Saint was known as the greatest Spirit Art master in the human race.

Although Bu Chen had not reached that high stage of unity with the universe, after activating his Sacred Martial Body, the scope of his spiritual power control significantly increased. In this way, he wouldn’t need to worry about his Spirit Arts being unable to damage Tang Luo’s flesh.

With emotionless pupils, Bu Chen opened his hands, constructing spiritual power. Several spirit beast phantoms made of condensed spiritual power appeared around him, merging with each other.

Kun with Peng wings, the Qilin showing its tusks, the octopod Zhu Yan, the three-headed Suanni, the unicorned flame

familiar divine beasts had transformed, releasing a fearsome aura. Each monstrous beast was equivalent to a transcendent-level joint attack, with the fiercest ones surpassing the average profound-level

this situation, ran to the

profound-level Spirit Arts. Even a Fierce Realm practitioner would be overwhelmed, let alone a Transcendent Martial

to admit defeat. Being defeated by the Sacred Martial Body doesn’t mean

beast phantoms, the saint-like Bu Chen spoke. His tone was low and void

not anticipate that Bu Chen would start to threaten him like this. “Is that

taken aback. They hadn’t expected Tang Luo to be so stubborn, refusing to admit

hope your bones are as hard as your

indifferent expression. With a casual wave of

shattered spectacularly, the blinding flash obstructing everyone’s vision. But the severe shockwave blasted the fragments in every direction.

beast’s impact. Its force greatly surpassed the “Python-to-Jiao

after another, the beast phantoms smashed where Tang Luo had been standing, the intense explosions making the entire stage tremble, as if subjected to successive bombardment by fierce realm experts. Which Transcendent

master of body techniques would not escape unscathed from these concentrated attacks. But why hadn’t the President stopped this? Did he want

from Martial Saint Mountain not content with just winning but also seek to

Line Judges, seemingly questioning why

the President and Line Judges looked

for it to be effective.

the Spirit Art bombardment, had somehow

to turn his head. He saw the expressionless Tang Luo standing behind him, along with his right fist, drawn

of the Sacred Martial Body, a warning from the depths of his heart