How is this possible?!
The Martial Emperor's thoughts experienced an extremely subtle delay due to this moment of surprise and doubt.
Between an Early-stage Immortal Monarch and the Martial Emperor, there lies an insurmountable chasm, an absolute difference in the essence of the Space-time Law and the level of power. Even if the other party holds an Immortal Emperor Weapon, it's absolutely impossible to withstand his punch head-on and survive, let alone with just a bare finger?!
This almost overturned his understanding of the cultivation realms; it's simply absurd!
Chu Zheng took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and glanced at his right arm. The sleeve had become ash, and the skin on the exposed arm was cracked inch by inch, with bright red blood continuously seeping from the wounds.
Beneath what seemed like undamaged flesh, clear and teeth-grating cracking sounds rang out repeatedly. In just the instant of the exchange, his finger bones, arm bones, and even half of his shoulder blade had been forcibly shattered by the destructive impact.
This was just a test, and he was quite satisfied with the result; although his arm was broken, he ultimately withstood it.
At the very moment of Chu Zheng's collision with the Martial Emperor, the four Divine Martial Heavenly Generals that Chu Zheng had flung aside had already reacted.
Without the slightest hesitation, the four of them pressed together towards Chu Zheng.
This is war; what they have to do is to kill all living creatures that pose a threat as quickly as possible.
Their current target is only one, to use all their strength to encircle and kill Chu Zheng first.
This suddenly emerged Immortal Monarch is clearly the most troublesome opponent right now.
In an instant, blood clouds covered the sky, the intense blood-red light dyed the celestial curtain, pressing towards Chu Zheng.
In a flash, three figures of Immortal Monarchs, like thunderbolts, tore through the blood curtain and stood behind Chu Zheng, blocking the four Divine Martial Heavenly Generals.
Taiyi Hongfeng, with blood-red eyes like blood, his Immortal Robe billowing like a battle flag, loudly fluttering, mysterious Immortal Techniques emerged from his palm, intercepting the two Divine Martial Heavenly Generals rushing at Chu Zheng.
In the void, countless crimson-gold lightning chains appeared out of thin air, dancing wildly like thunder dragons, weaving an apocalyptic thunder net.
Beneath the starry dome, the Immortal Blood of the Taiyi Clan shone brilliantly. The thunder net and the Blood Fiend Qi collided madly, bursting out dazzling light, forcibly separating the two fearsome Divine Martial Heavenly Generals.
Fang Ningyu followed closely, his gaze slightly cold, raising his hand to draw a wisp of Divine Soul Treasure Blood from his brow, summoning ancient Jade Talismans made purely of Star Sand.
Nurtured by Immortal Power, the Jade Talismans swelled in the wind, quickly forming an array, transforming into a silver-white curtain across the Star River.
On the curtain flowed a Space-time freezing Law, completely enveloping another Divine Martial Heavenly General.
The Divine Martial Heavenly General seemed to crash into a thick temporal quagmire, his violent speed slowed tens of times, roaring as he punched and struck the curtain, each punch causing it to shudder violently, the aftereffects tearing through the Star River.
The Jade Talismans trembled, Star Sand falling and scattering everywhere, yet they maintained the Immortal Array, temporarily trapping this Heavenly General within.
The oldest among the three Immortal Monarchs, Immortal Lord Pan Shi, moved most directly. He abandoned all Immortal Technique defenses, directly confronting the last Divine Martial Heavenly General.
A dark cyan Immortal Armor appeared on his body, covering the gray robe. No longer did his face show any hint of impending death's withering aura; his cloudy eyes glinted with intense Immortal Light, his shriveled body expanding as if inflated, muscles knotting under the armor like dragons.
In a moment, his stature was burly, skin yellowish-green like ancient jade, standing like a Divine Peak against the raging blood flames.
The three Immortal Monarchs, using themselves as barriers, erected a brief yet crucial wall for Chu Zheng amidst the furious killing storm.
At that moment, Chu Zheng raised his head, locking eyes once more with the Martial Emperor.
In the dark silver pupils of the Martial Emperor, surged shock, anger, and killing intent.
Chu Zheng's expression slightly tensed, beneath eyes suffused with pale golden Divine Light, devoid of killing intent, only pure focus.
A subtle humming emerged from within his broken arm, shattered bones mending, realigning at a pace visible to the naked eye as if time were reversing.
The entire process was as swift as lightning, the terrible injury enough to half-cripple an Immortal Monarch passing like a light breeze on the water's surface, vanishing in an instant.
The repair panel frantically operated, consuming vast amounts of Immortal Qi, briskly restoring Chu Zheng's injuries in the blink of an eye.
As a Qi Cultivator, after the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, his body had become far more robust than an Immortal Path Cultivator, even comparable to those Martial Path Strongmen who don't specifically cultivate the body; this is the true reason why he could withstand a punch from the Martial Emperor without his body collapsing, despite being an Early-stage Immortal Monarch.
If it were an Immortal Emperor taking this punch directly, they'd probably be not far from death as well.
Detecting the distinct aura emanating from Chu Zheng, the Martial Emperor's expression tightened slightly, heightening his caution twelvefold, drawing a blood-red battle blade from the void.
The blade, narrow and crescent-shaped, vibrated, reflecting the brilliant heavenly light, emanating dark red blood radiance, as if numerous lost souls wandered along the blade, clearly a weapon that has drunk much blood.
The next moment, the Martial Emperor had already struck first, his wrist slightly turning, the blade edge cutting through the starry sky, trailing a scarlet afterimage, directly slashing towards Chu Zheng's face.
The blade light seemed capable of severing cause and effect, past and future, with the Laws wailing in its wake, and space disintegrating inch by inch.
Time is precious whether for the Immortal Alliance or the Martial Hall; a decisive battle must be fought quickly.
Chu Zheng glanced at the three Immortal Monarchs standing behind him, without any hesitation, raising his hand towards the void, tearing space like a curtain, and slowly drawing out an entirely mysterious dark cyan, ancient and weighty long sword from the void.