Chapter 160: Counter-Kill

Chapter 160: Counter-Kill

Xia Zheng felt his physical injuries growing increasingly severe, yet he remained unable to break free from the oppressive domain of the King of Jinling, which filled him with burning anxiety.

"Am I really just going to be worn down and killed like this?" Thinking of this, Xia Zheng felt extremely unwilling to accept his fate. However, a sudden realization struck him: he had already done everything possible to stall these Bloodline Princes, allowing Luo Bing to launch a full-scale assault on the altar at this very moment.

Realizing why the other three Bloodline Princes had not pursued him, Xia Zheng understood that the altar must be under fierce attack, forcing them to rush back. Otherwise, should the altar be lost, the Bloodline clan could never bear such a heavy cost.

Once he understood that the Bloodline side was running out of time even faster, Xia Zheng's originally anxious and impatient mood suddenly calmed down.

In this state of tranquility, Xia Zheng's injuries eased, and his spiritual power achieved a dynamic equilibrium.

After a short while, Xia Zheng sensed that he was once again able to cast "Spring Thunder in a Word," and a strange, subtle smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"Once your Mother Goddess's resurrection fails, perhaps that will be the end of your Bloodline clan?" Xia Zheng did not activate Spring Thunder in a Word just yet; instead, he waited for an opportunity when his opponent would be distracted.

The King of Jinling sneered, "Rest assured, the Mother Goddess is not so fragile. Once I devour your flesh and blood, it will be the end of your companion. With the strength of our other three Princes, you humans are no match at all."

"Is that so? Even solar energy cannons don't matter?" Xia Zheng reminded him.

The King of Jinling instinctively paused for a moment. Seizing this exact moment of hesitation, Xia Zheng immediately let out a shout, unleashing a torrent of mockery that instantly transformed into a sky full of descending thunder.

The King of the Black Prison instantly attempted to intervene, but their inherent domains were already fully expanded and remained in constant collision. The resulting force was like a spacetime storm that directly blasted the King of the Black Prison backward, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and proving that his injuries were far from light.

Amidst the sky full of thunder, the King of Jinling was once again plunged into a state of paralysis. Although it lasted only a few short seconds, those few seconds were crucial, causing his inherent domain to weaken. Xia Zheng's inherent domain immediately overwhelmed and quickly swallowed it up, ultimately transforming into an encompassing field that swallowed both the King of Jinling and the King of the Black Prison whole.

At that moment, Xia Zheng made a narrow escape from the stalemate of the inherent domains. Now, the other two were trapped within his domain, where their attributes were suppressed while his own attributes were comprehensively enhanced, allowing the majority of his injuries to heal.

"Now it is my time to kill." Xia Zheng concealed himself within his domain, hiding to observe the situation.

He grabbed another large handful of stamina pills, swallowing them down to rapidly recover his spiritual power, as the previous clash had consumed a massive amount of his energy.

The King of Jinling was filled with bitter regret, yet he was helpless. Currently suppressed by the opponent's inherent domain, he could only attempt his utmost to break through the domain's blockade. His supernatural power was inherently stronger than Xia Zheng's, so under his forceful assault, Xia Zheng's domain appeared quite strained.

"King of the Black Prison, lend me a hand! We must break this brat's domain!" the King of Jinling shouted to his companion, whose face looked pale and unsightly.

The King of the Black Prison nodded and instantly went berserk once more, using brute force to break force as his fists continuously hammered against the surrounding domain.

After this continued for about a minute, Xia Zheng made his move. The Scorching Ice Sword came whistling in, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

"Get out of the way!" The King of Jinling blocked in front of the King of the Black Prison. Because his attributes possessed a restraining effect, he felt he was better suited to block this blow.

Unfortunately, this time the Scorching Ice Sword was infused with Xia Zheng's willpower attribute—specifically, speed. It moved as fast as lightning, brushing past the King of Jinling and accurately striking the King of the Black Prison, who was wholeheartedly focused on breaking the domain.

Crack!

The King of the Black Prison was instantly frozen, and then swallowed by a mass of blue, searingly high-temperature flames, wringing a miserable wail from his throat. He possessed little resistance against nature-type supernatural powers, leaning far more heavily toward physical strength.

A golden light descended upon the King of the Black Prison, and the ice and fire supernatural energies rapidly receded, but it was too late. Within mere seconds, the King of the Black Prison had been incinerated into a pile of ashes by the blue high-temperature flames.

With a long roar, the King of Jinling vented all his lingering fury and grief. Immediately afterward, his entire body was shrouded in a layer of blood-colored mist, and his eyes turned completely crimson.

"Human, you killed my brother! Today, even if it means perishing together, I will not let you walk away!" With that, his entire body began to expand, growing taller and larger until it was colossal. The domain began to tremble uneasily, and finally, it was ripped apart by brute force.

Xia Zheng stepped out of the domain with a pale face, looking at the gigantic King of Jinling before him.

A massive blast of airflow erupted like a category-ten typhoon. Xia Zheng desperately deployed floating shields around his body, but it was in vain; all his defenses were shattered by the airflow, and his internal injuries worsened once more.

A massive fist came crashing down like the sky itself. Xia Zheng's divine sense transformed into an equally colossal fist to meet it head-on. The collision of the two fists produced a terrifying roar that cracked the ground open. Xia Zheng was knocked back once again, a trail of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"This guy is an absolute monster. Not only is his physique astonishing and his recovery ability freakish, but he can also grow to a colossal size. Although I can barely manage it myself, it's just a false gigantism, not possessing terrifying combat power like his." Thinking of this, Xia Zheng sighed helplessly and began to deploy his second high-tier skill for the very first time.

During this interval, Xia Zheng used his divine will to dodge continuously, barely buying himself a sliver of time.

"Mountains and stones possess spirits, transforming into gods to battle the heavens." A vast amount of divine sense was consumed. Guided by the visualization image in his mind, after roughly four seconds, he finally finished chanting.

Roar!

A fissure split directly open in the ground, followed by a startling roar from within. Dust and mist billowed out like a giant dragon, followed by a thick, massive arm composed entirely of solid rock, topped with a giant fist that smashed fiercely into the King of Jinling's chin, sending him flying backward.

A mountain god giant standing hundreds of meters tall emerged from the dust and mist. Under Xia Zheng's control, it charged at high speed toward the fallen King of Jinling.

"This... This is impossible..." The King of Jinling could not believe his eyes. Why did this human have so many hidden cards? He had already staked everything, yet he was still being suppressed.

However, his savage nature was fully ignited at this moment. Roaring in fury, he completely disregarded his own safety and charged at high speed toward the unknown rock giant before him.

Amidst violent impacts, heaven and earth seemed to shatter. The two giants collided fiercely, engaging in a purely physical battle of punches and kicks without any fancy techniques.

Gradually, the King of Jinling ran out of stamina and was repeatedly knocked down by the mountain god giant. His supernatural power, physical strength, and mental energy were all completely exhausted. Coupled with the burning of his life force, his condition rapidly plummeted with the passage of time, plunging him into a state of extreme weakness.

The mountain god's final punch before disappearing slammed into the King of Jinling's chest, caving it in completely and rendering him unable to rise ever again.

Xia Zheng was likewise close to collapse. He fell from the top of the mountain god's head as the giant rapidly disintegrated into a pile of sand and vanished with the expiration of its summon time.

With a flick of his wrist, Xia Zheng manipulated the Dripping Water Sword into a giant flying sword, slashing off the King of Jinling's head with a single stroke and ending him completely.

Extremely exhausted, Xia Zheng lay flat on the ground, panting heavily as he felt himself slipping into a near-death state.