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In Tu Junfang's view, there was no better place than Quanxing than to comprehend and perfect the method of severing the three corpses.
"Mr. Lu, we haven't offended you in any way, so there's no need to take action, right?"
Tu Junfang spoke very politely. Although Luke was younger in age, Tu Junfang believed that he was already worthy of being called "sir" in terms of strength.
Luke raised an eyelid and said indifferently, "Can't I just not like the Quanxing? If you don't make a move today, I'll kill you."
Tu Junfang's eyes turned cold, and he narrowed them, saying, "Since Mr. Lu is forcing me like this, then don't blame me for being impolite."
Suddenly, three pitch-black, ferocious monsters appeared on Tu Junfang's body. They were surrounded by eerie black mist, with bloodshot eyes, like demons crawling out of the abyss, carrying endless resentment and evil, and rushed towards Luke.
These three monsters are none other than Tu Junfang's Three Corpses—Upper Corpse Peng Ju, Middle Corpse Peng Zhi, and Lower Corpse Peng Ji.
The Upper Corpse Pengju resembled a colossal beast, spewing flames from its mouth. Each roar seemed capable of tearing through space, sending chills down one's spine. Its body was enormous, its limbs thick and strong, and each step it took was accompanied by a tremor in the ground, as if it intended to shatter the entire world...
Its eyes were filled with greed, and it was filled with longing for all beautiful things, as if it wanted to devour everything it saw.
The middle corpse, Peng Zhi, was even more ferocious. Its face was twisted, a cruel smile hung on its lips, and it wielded an invisible blade in its hand. Each swing was accompanied by the sound of tearing air, which was terrifying.
Its heart was filled with anger and hatred, and it was hostile to everything that stood in its way, as if it wanted to turn the whole world into its killing field.
The lower corpse, Peng Ji, has the most bizarre form. It is like a flowing black mist, sometimes condensing into a human shape, and sometimes transforming into invisible tentacles that wrap around Luke.
Its heart was filled with obsession and fascination, and it was full of curiosity and a desire to explore all unknown things, as if it wanted to drag Luke's soul into that endless darkness.
The evil aura emanating from these three monsters made the surrounding air heavy and oppressive.
Tu Junfang's main attack method is to awaken the enemy's three corpses with his own. If the enemy can withstand the three corpses, he will be fine and may even make great progress in his cultivation. If he cannot withstand them, he will be crippled.
Faced with Tu Junfang's overwhelming Three Corpses attack, Luke not only did not dodge or evade, but instead curled a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, a smile full of desire and disdain for the unknown challenges of 3.3.
"Come on, let me see what you're really capable of!"
Luke gave a low shout, remaining motionless as the three corpses surged towards him like wolves pouncing on their prey.
Luke wanted to see if the Three Demons' method, which combined the souls of multiple worlds, could summon his three corpses.
Of course, Luke was not worried at all about the risk of his three corpses going out of control. This was his confidence, or you could say arrogance. He was confident that even if his three corpses really came out, he would defeat them and greatly increase his cultivation, rather than being controlled by them.
In an instant, the raging flames of the upper corpse, the sharp blades of the middle corpse, and the black mist of the lower corpse intertwined, forming a terrifying storm that swept towards Luke.
However, just as the storm was about to engulf Luke, a strange thing happened.
Chapter 112: One Person's Story: Luke's Three Corpses, The Method of Severing the Three Corpses
A strange aura suddenly surged around Luke's body, an aura that possessed both an ancient and weathered charm, as well as boundless majesty and power.
Immediately afterwards, three figures, completely different from Tu Junfang's three corpses, slowly emerged from Luke's body.
These three figures were also three corpses, but they were completely different from Tu Junfang's three corpses.
The upper corpse resembled a blue dragon, covered in golden scales, its eyes gleaming with wisdom and composure. It hovered above Luke's head, as if scrutinizing all things in the world.
The corpse in the middle transformed into a fierce tiger. With a tremor of its body, all the beasts were terrified. Its eyes held only determination and fearlessness, and every roar seemed to declare its dominance.
The lower corpse is the most peculiar; it is like an invisible whirlwind, sometimes transforming into a sharp sword, sometimes into a shield, unpredictable and ever-changing. Its heart is filled with a desire for battle and an obsession with victory.
Luke looked at his three corpses, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Tu Junfang was also shocked, even exclaiming, "How is this possible?"
Tu Junfang had never seen anyone's three corpses look like this before.21.
Not only does it contradict the traditional meaning of the Three Corpses attribute, but it also possesses a power that is difficult to describe in words.
This power even made Tu Junfang feel that his life was threatened.
Although they were Luke's three corpses, at this moment, they were like wild horses, showing no intention of submitting. They roared, their voices filled with naked provocation and resentment towards Luke.
The upper corpse, in the form of a blue dragon, hovered in mid-air, its golden scales gleaming in the moonlight. The light of wisdom in its dragon eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by contempt for Luke's authority.
The middle corpse, in its tiger form, trembled several times, each time as if a mountain had collapsed and the earth had split open. Its roar was full of defiance and arrogance, as if it wanted to challenge Luke's limits with its physical strength.
As for the invisible whirlwind-like corpse, it was ever-changing, sometimes transforming into a sword, sharp and unstoppable; sometimes into a shield, indestructible. Each transformation was a provocation against Luke's will.
Luke stood still, his face cold and stern, his eyes casual yet carrying an undeniable domineering air.
Faced with the provocation of the Three Corpses, he did not waver in the slightest. Instead, an even more powerful force surged within him, a powerful Qi that stood at the pinnacle of the world of supernatural beings.
He slowly raised his hands, palms facing upwards, as if summoning the most ancient power in the world.
"reset!"
Luke gave a low shout, his voice soft yet containing an irresistible force.
In an instant, the sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged. The upper corpse of the Azure Dragon paused, a look of surprise flashing in its eyes; the roar of the middle corpse of the Fierce Tiger stopped abruptly, and its body trembled involuntarily; the lower corpse, which was like an invisible whirlwind, froze instantly, unable to use its transformation techniques any longer.
Luke slammed his hands together, and a dazzling light burst forth from his palms, like a falling star, directly enveloping the three corpses.
In the light, the three corpses struggled and roared, but ultimately could not escape the fate of being suppressed.
When the light faded, the three corpses had transformed into three tiny rays of light, obediently merging into Luke's body, no longer displaying their previous arrogance.
This is the purest light of life, a special power that can only be generated when one's life cultivation reaches an extremely deep level. In the entire world of superhumans, apart from the Old Master, perhaps only Luke can achieve this.
"how is this possible?"
Tu Junfang raised his question again, but this time he was not only shocked, but also overjoyed.
Although the Three Demons Sect has an unpleasant name, it was once a prestigious and righteous sect and a member of the Taoist community. Why would Tu Junfang, the only successor of the Three Demons Sect, join the Quanxing Sect?
Of course, it was to find a way to sever the three corpses.
During the War of Resistance against Japan, the Three Demons Sect exerted great effort, but ultimately suffered heavy casualties and lost its heritage, most importantly the method of severing the three corpses.
Luke's three corpses not only look different from the traditional three corpses, but he can also directly subdue them, achieving a state of being undisturbed by them and having a peaceful mind and body. In Tu Junfang's view, this is the true secret method of slaying the three corpses.
"The Three Demons Sect's methods are interesting, but you are not good enough."
Luke was too lazy to answer Tu Junfang's repeated questions, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.
With a flash, he appeared beside Tu Junfang like a ghost, gathering powerful Qi in his palm and striking out with an irresistible pressure.
This palm strike was as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder. Tu Junfang felt an irresistible force rushing towards him. He had no time to react and was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into a distant wall, raising dust and scattering gravel.
Tu Junfang struggled to get up from the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with horror and resentment.
He never expected that Luke's strength would be so terrifying, and that he was completely powerless against him.
"You..." Tu Junfang wanted to say something, but he only saw Luke's back.
Luke knew that considering the Three Demons had contributed to the War of Resistance, sparing Tu Junfang's life was already an act of great kindness.
As for whether the Three Demon Sect's legacy can continue in Tu Junfang's hands, that depends on his fate.
"Earth Immortal, you're interesting. Come out here!"
Suddenly, Luke looked down, a smile playing on his lips, and then punched the ground. His punch, carrying the force of shattering mountains and rivers, slammed into the ground, as if it would split the earth in two.
Wherever the fist struck, dust flew up, and the gravel and soil on the ground were swept up by the gale and instantly swirled in the air.
Ding Shian felt an irresistible force coming from the ground, shaking his internal organs so much that they almost shifted, and an indescribable pain instantly surged into his heart.
He originally relied on the wonders of the Earth Immortal to try to approach Luke silently and deliver a fatal blow, but he did not expect Luke's perception and strength to be so terrifying.
Under the impact of this force, Ding Shian could no longer maintain his stealth. Like a piece of duckweed tossed about by a giant wave, he suddenly burst out of the ground and crashed hard not far away.
When he landed, dust flew everywhere, and he staggered, clearly having suffered a significant impact.
However, Ding Shian's movements were not affected at all. As soon as he landed on the ground, more than a dozen cold lights shot towards Luke. They were the Ghost Needles inherited from Bi Yuan.
In Bi Yuan's hands, the Ghost Needle was merely a means of healing and saving lives, or at most, self-defense. But in Ding Shian's hands, it became a deadly weapon, and the precision of his technique was in no way inferior to that of the Tang Clan's hidden weapon masters.
Chapter 113: One Person's Story: The Old Celestial Master: This old Taoist is compassionate and cannot kill easily.
Unfortunately, Ding Shian chose the wrong opponent. His Ghost Needle, which could penetrate even metal and rock, couldn't even penetrate Luke's protective Qi and shattered instantly.
Since Ding Shian joined Quanxing under the pretext of not holding back when fighting against others, how could he possibly give up so easily?
Ding Shian's body ignited with a light of escape, and his pure and powerful life cultivation gave his escape light a power no less than that of the Golden Light Mantra of the high-ranking master of Longhu Mountain.
At the same time, his speed was incredibly unpredictable, moving silently, almost like the movements of a ghost.
The so-called "ghostly movement" is actually a kind of movement technique, which refers to moving as fast as a ghost, but silently, as if one has really become a ghost.
Luke had no intention of wasting any more time with Ding Shian. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he moved again, as if a ghost had descended, instantly traversing the distance in space and arriving directly in front of Ding Shian.
Luke gathered a powerful Qi in his palm, a Qi that contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, seemingly capable of controlling the life and death of all things.
Without hesitation, he struck out with his palm, the wind howling and carrying the power to shatter mountains and rivers, fiercely striking Ding Shian's escape light.
Ding Shian felt an irresistible force rushing towards him, and the escape light instantly became fragile in his eyes, as if it were made of paper.
He was greatly alarmed and hurriedly activated all his life force to try to withstand the power of this palm strike.
However, all of this was in vain. Luke's palm strike was like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, directly shattering Ding Shian's escape light and forcibly pulling him out of the void.
Ding Shian felt a tremendous force come over him, and he fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
He struggled to get up, only to find that Luke had his neck firmly gripped and he couldn't move at all.
Luke's eyes were cold and deep, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.
"You...how can you be so strong?!"
Ding Shian spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with shock and resentment.
As one of the two heroes of the Inhuman world, he was incredibly powerful and almost invincible, but he never expected to be defeated by Luke today.
Luke didn't answer, he just stared at him coldly.
In his eyes, Ding Shian was nothing but an ant, whom he could easily suppress with a flick of his wrist.
With a gentle exertion, veins bulged on Ding Shian's neck, as if they might snap at any moment.
"You shouldn't have come here looking for death, but for the sake of your martial uncle, I won't kill you. Get out of the way, someone from the company will be looking for you later."
Luke casually tossed Ding Shian aside; his bones were broken in countless places, but at least he wasn't dead.
Luke's father, Lu Yun, was a disciple of the Chai School of Horizontal Training and was of the same generation as Ru Hu. Although he was not as talented as Ru Hu, he entered the school earlier, so it was not inappropriate for Luke to call Ru Hu "Uncle-Master".
Luke was about to leave with the dazed Feng Shayan when Tu Junfang blocked their way again. Luke thought he was being defiant and was about to teach him a lesson when, unexpectedly, Tu Junfang suddenly knelt down.
"Please tell me how you are unaffected by the Three Corpses. I would be extremely grateful."