Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

After being struck by a powerful punch, Ziqing Patriarch was sent flying and crashed to the ground, his mind stunned by the impact.

"How is this possible?" Ziqing Patriarch shouted in panic, staring at Lin Jiufeng with disbelief. He couldn't comprehend how a mere Fifteen-Locked cultivator dared to challenge someone at the pinnacle of the Mortal Immortal Realm like himself.

Furious, Ziqing Patriarch gathered all his energy to retaliate, but the response from the heavens was too weak. He was unable to defend himself. The grand Dao of Heaven, which had always guided his power, now vanished without a trace. It was as if the very essence of the universe had deserted him.

"Ziqing Patriarch, you can bark all you want, but in the end, you will die under my attack," Lin Jiufeng sneered, striding forward. His physical energy was limitless, unafraid of the black light that obscured the Dao.

The black light might have hidden the Dao, but Lin Jiufeng had unleashed a pure physical force. This was an explosion of boundless strength.

The Mortal Immortal Fist, the Body Refining Art of Gods and Demons, and the Great Strength of Panwu—these three martial techniques combined created an incomprehensible might. At this moment, that terrifying power surged forth.

The Body Refining Art of Gods and Demons empowered him with two hundred strands of divine demonic power, and the Great Strength of Panwu added another hundred. In total, three hundred strands of divine demonic power combined and erupted in an unparalleled display of force.

Ziqing Patriarch was trembling with rage, unable to understand how Lin Jiufeng could nullify the Dao of Heaven here, effectively rendering it undetectable to him.

His gaze turned as sharp as two daggers, cold and murderous, his anger palpable.

"You think blocking the Dao will defeat me?" Ziqing Patriarch sneered.

"I never thought it would be that simple," Lin Jiufeng replied seriously. "I just thought without the Dao, you'd lose your confidence."

"Lost my confidence?" Ziqing Patriarch laughed coldly. "Without the Dao, even in terms of physical strength, I can crush you."

Lin Jiufeng shook his head. "I don't think so."

The next second, Lin Jiufeng took a massive step forward, his presence overwhelming. It wasn't the energy of the Dao but the sheer force of his body.

Each step he took was accompanied by a surge of power, his physical energy transforming into boundless divine strength. It surged forward in streams, forming arcs of light as they collided with one another in a brilliant display.

This was pure physical force, repeating itself in bursts of unimaginable power, all directed at Ziqing Patriarch.

With each strike, waves of divine power hit Ziqing Patriarch's body, leaving terrifying imprints. These impacts exploded into the silent void, vanishing without a trace.

"Mortal Immortal Fist!"

With a shout, Lin Jiufeng delivered a devastating punch. The force of his physical energy struck with such speed and power that Ziqing Patriarch was caught completely off guard. He was knocked flat to the ground, humiliated in front of his own eyes.

"Crack! Crack!"

Ziqing Patriarch's bones shattered, the pain almost unbearable. His body, drenched in blood, seemed to be falling apart. Terrified, he looked at Lin Jiufeng before instantly transforming into a blazing light, fleeing into the distance, too afraid to engage further. He stopped several hundred meters away, his face ashen.

Lin Jiufeng looked down at him and sneered, "Do you remember who I am now?"

He took slow, deliberate steps forward. "I am Lin Jiufeng, the most talented genius of the human race, the greatest existence."

"Ahhh!" Ziqing Patriarch screamed in madness. He saw this as the ultimate humiliation. His body rapidly began to heal, shining brilliantly as he summoned an overwhelming power, radiating light that seemed to tear apart the sky.

Boom!

Ziqing Patriarch unleashed an unimaginable force—not from the Dao, but pure physical strength. He aimed to destroy Lin Jiufeng's attacks with this extreme power.

But was Lin Jiufeng afraid?

No. The Mortal Immortal Realm's body could never match his own Fifteen-Locked body in terms of strength.

"Divine Demonic Power!"

At this moment, Lin Jiufeng's power reached its peak, all his strength pouring out without hesitation.

Refined through the Body Refining Art of Gods and Demons and enhanced by the Great Strength of Panwu, Lin Jiufeng unleashed the full force of three hundred strands of divine demonic power, all at once.

There was no holding back.

The heavens above seemed to tremble, vast and oppressive winds descending like mountains, every gust heavy enough to crush anything in its path. The power, filled with divine demonic energy, cascaded from Lin Jiufeng as he sent it crashing down.

Boom!

The energy exploded, becoming an overwhelming presence. It formed a radiant ring of light, expanding into a massive, dazzling disk, as bright and captivating as the moon itself. The power of this energy devoured everything in its wake, sucking in the life force of the world around it.

Boom!

This fearsome energy collided with Ziqing Patriarch's body, causing him to tremble violently. He couldn't adjust to the onslaught and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His body crashed to the ground, creating a series of cracks that extended for dozens of miles.

In that moment, Ziqing Patriarch was like a ragdoll, at the mercy of Lin Jiufeng's relentless attacks, unable to defend himself.

Without the support of the Dao or the heavens, his physical strength was no match for Lin Jiufeng's. All he could do was passively endure the beating.

Screaming in agony, Ziqing Patriarch shouted, "Enough! Do you really think I have no strength left?"

"Dimensional Shield!"

He roared, his body shrinking into a protective shield. Inside, he seemed like a turtle, helplessly bracing against Lin Jiufeng's relentless power.

Lin Jiufeng, however, was undeterred. He summoned all his strength again, sending his three hundred strands of divine demonic power surging forward, even more intense than before, to crush the heavens.

With another furious roar, the mountains within a hundred miles shattered, clouds hundreds of miles away were scattered, and the sky itself seemed to collapse under the weight of his power.

Lin Jiufeng was determined. His attacks came one after another, each strike more powerful than the last, unwilling to give Ziqing Patriarch any opportunity to recover.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Every punch, every surge of power, was a thunderous blow upon Ziqing Patriarch's body. Blood poured from his mouth as his body flailed helplessly, unable to land. He was helpless, with no time to plead for mercy.