Before Zuo Zhicheng could finish his words, the Pope had already attacked once again amidst his maniacal laughter.
Within a second, hundreds of fist shadows enveloped Zuo Zhicheng. Zuo Zhicheng's gaze turned cold as he allowed the hundreds of fist shadows to hit him. Then, he pressed his palm against the Pope's body.
Exchanging hundreds of fists for one palm, it seemed like the Pope had profited greatly. However, he clearly did not think so.
Zuo Zhicheng's palm strike landed on the Pope's Qi of True Origin. The milky-white Qi of True Origin suddenly collapsed and caved in. The Pope's expression instantly changed. This palm strike was truly unbelievably powerful.
The Pope felt as if his Qi of True Origin had been hit by a mountain. Fortunately, the force field formed by the Qi of True Origin had withstood this force. Otherwise, if the Pope had withstood this force with his physical body, he would probably have been smashed into smithereens.
After this palm strike, the milky-white Qi of True Origin trembled violently, shattered, and dissipated. The Pope also retreated frantically after this palm strike. He looked at Zuo Zhicheng with a grave expression.
Zuo Zhicheng merely rubbed his palm and looked at the black flames dancing in the center of his palm.
'This guy... is experimenting with his own strength? 'The Pope gritted his teeth.' He's actually using me as a test subject for his strength? '
However, in the following battle, the Pope became more and more alarmed. His attacks could not shake the pitch-black flames on Zuo Zhicheng's body at all.
Part of the reason was because the Qi of True Origin had blocked his attacks. The other part was because the Blood Centipede had repelled them.
Even when he closed his eyes and used the Ten Thousand Styles Chaotic Strikes again, Zuo Zhicheng was still able to instantly distance himself by a hundred meters. Not only did Zuo Zhicheng surpass the Pope in terms of strength, his speed had also far surpassed the Pope's.
This was a complete suppression of the Pope's basic physical attributes. There was no way to make up for it with experience or technique.
Of course, this was also because the Pope himself cultivated martial arts and did not practice Dao techniques. This resulted in his combat methods being too simple.
It was precisely because he relied on pure strength and speed in battle that the current situation was created. When the opponent's strength and speed far exceeded his, he had no power to resist.
In the blink of an eye, the Pope had turned into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager. As he grew younger, his physical fitness began to decline, and the gap between him and Zuo Zhicheng grew wider and wider.
Zuo Zhicheng, on the other hand, was getting more and more used to his new strength. His movements, speed, and reflexes were all getting faster and more accurate.
If the Pope could be said to have played with him at the beginning, then now it had become Zuo Zhicheng's game.
With a finger on the Pope's spine, the latter fell to the ground with a groan, unable to move.
Zuo Zhicheng looked at the Pope on the ground, who was getting younger and younger. He frowned. "I thought it was a secret technique that Tiger Cub used to release his combat power. Now it seems like it's some kind of self-destructive method to increase his combat power."
In the next moment, Zuo Zhicheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.
The Pope laughed out loud, but after a while, his laughter turned into a bitter smile. "Dying under such an attack is really the sorrow of a martial artist."
Zuo Zhicheng did not say anything. He only clapped his hands, and Alva instantly appeared beside him.
He had come to Mount Embracing Mountain alone, so of course, he would have arranged for Alva to set up a clone in advance so that he could leave at any time.
Seeing Alva's appearance, the Pope was stunned for a moment, then he felt relieved.
"Do you want to leave together?"
Faced with Zuo Zhicheng's question, the Pope shook his head in a carefree manner. "I've lived long enough. After today's battle, I no longer have any regrets in my life."
"It's just a pity … I won't be able to see your battle with Ji Xingling."
"Oh, do you think he can still fight with me?" Zuo Zhicheng probed.
Naturally, the Pope would not take the initiative to reveal this information. At this moment, he had already turned into a child in his teens. He said in a cute voice, "Who knows?"
"For things like battles, if you don't fight, you'll never know the outcome."
"That's true." Zuo Zhicheng nodded.
Alva came closer and said, "Sir, time is very tight."
Zuo Zhicheng nodded and placed a hand on Alva's shoulder.
"Then, goodbye."
"Scram."
In the next second, a light pillar that connected the heavens and the earth descended from the sky. Everything that it passed by was vaporized into the most basic particles.
From this day onward, the entire Mount Embracing Mountain disappeared from the map, and the Heavenly Dao Palace became history.
The smoke and dust in the sky formed a sandstorm, engulfing several cities in the surroundings.
The Positron Cannon's true target had long since left the greatest threat range of the cannon's attack.
Ten days later, the news of the battle in Mount Embracing Mountain spread throughout the country like a typhoon. The news of the Pope's death was forcefully suppressed by the imperial court. It was because the impact was too great.
Even so, it still caused an unimaginable storm in the entire Jianghu. The entire Jianghu was in a state of panic.
A month later, Zuo Zhicheng, who had been missing and was thought to have died in the battle in Mount Embracing Mountain, appeared again. The moment he appeared, he razed the Cloud Palace that belonged to Prince Yu in the Great Western Continent to the ground. Fortunately, Prince Yu's son, Cao Sheng, had secretly left the Cloud Palace long ago and did not die in the disaster.
Three days later, the White Dragon Association, Heavenly Sword Sect, and Dragon-Tiger Gang disbanded one after another. The important figures Bai Longzi, Xiao Minghe, and Long Xiaotian had disappeared.
The Thunder Firmament Peak dismissed countless disciples and announced that it would seal the mountain for sixty years. Cao Shuyao, who was revered and admired by everyone in the Jianghu, was found hanging on the Thunder Firmament Peak, on top of the Heavenly Thunder Peak.
For a moment, the name Zuo Zhicheng became a name that would cause the Jianghu to turn pale at the mention of it. It became a nightmare in everyone's heart.
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Central Continent, where the capital was located.
It was crowded in a restaurant. Only Zuo Zhicheng was hiding in a corner alone. His entire being seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy darkness.
During this period, not only did he adapt to the sudden increase in his True Vitality, he had also transplanted a part of the Life Clusters into his body, further perfecting the Ghost Eye Netherworld Heaven Fate Map.
Now, the number of Life Clusters in his body had reached eight Ghost Eyes, 25 Netherworld Heaven, and 16 Spiritual Energy Furnace.
However, because of this, he also realized that it was increasingly difficult to collect the Life Clusters. As his Life Clusters increased, the number of new Life Clusters that he could find decreased.
This time, he had taken away half of the disciples of the world's number one sect, the Heavenly Dao Palace. Together with the Daoist priests from before, he had only satisfied this small number of Life Clusters. Most of the remaining Life Clusters either did not belong to the Ghost Eye Netherworld Heaven system or overlapped with his own Life Clusters.
The cultivation of the Life Maps seemed to be increasingly difficult in this era.
Even so, the addition of these Life Clusters still greatly increased Zuo Zhicheng's strength.
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