Ascending to Godhood: I Can Foresee All Futures

Chapter 361: Chapter 196: Suppressing Zhou Kuohai: Yin Fire Burns Profound Mastery

Though he had sustained some minor internal injuries, he had successfully blocked the fatal blow.

”How is this possible?!”

Zhou Kuohai’s pupils shrank at the sight, a storm of shock raging in his heart.

The Cyan Flood Dragon Banner was his ultimate trump card. Though it had been greatly depleted from his earlier fight with Nie Xuanfeng, he believed no one below the late stage of Profound Mastery could possibly withstand a direct hit from it.

After all, the treasure wasn’t just incredibly powerful; it also launched an attack on the Divine Soul.

And yet, Chen Sheng had actually blocked it.

What shook Zhou Kuohai to the core, however, was Chen Sheng’s reaction speed. He had clearly been prepared. ’But how could he possibly have predicted this?’

After all, he’d only used the treasure because the two from the Blood River Sect were on the verge of collapse.

However, before Zhou Kuohai could recover from his shock, something even more horrifying happened.

After taking the brunt of the impact, Chen Sheng didn’t use the momentum to retreat and heal. Instead, he forced out a surge of True Essence. The water beneath his feet erupted as his body shot forward like a bolt of lightning, closing the distance between them once more.

He was right in his face!

”Are you all out of tricks?”

A cold smirk played on Chen Sheng’s lips, his eyes brimming with killing intent:

”Now... it’s my turn!”

The instant he finished speaking, Chen Sheng’s hands flashed, performing a Sealing Technique before his chest.

Inside his Dantian, the dormant crimson flame suddenly erupted.

”Nine Nether Yin Fire, burn!”

WHOOSH—!

There was no earth-shaking boom.

Only a silent, spreading crimson flame, as if alive, erupted from every pore and orifice of Chen Sheng’s body. It was utterly silent, yet impossibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, the flames completely engulfed the unsuspecting Zhou Kuohai.

An ultimate heat and an ultimate cold. Two contradictory, yet equally lethal, sensations assaulted Zhou Kuohai’s blood, True Essence, and even his very Divine Soul.

Zhou Kuohai could only feel his Protective Gang Qi ignite like paper. His blood boiled in his veins, and his True Essence was rapidly dissolving...

”This is bad! What is this cursed fire?!”

Panic seized Zhou Kuohai’s heart, and he felt a mortal terror. He frantically channeled his remaining True Essence, desperate to extinguish the crimson flames that clung to him like a festering plague.

But he had already exhausted himself by forcing the use of a Secret Technique and deploying the Cyan Flood Dragon Banner. The exertion had re-opened his old wounds, and his current strength was less than half of what it was at his peak.

The moment his True Essence made contact with the crimson flames, it didn’t extinguish them. Instead, it was like pouring oil on a fire, causing them to burn even more fiercely.

TSSSSSSSS...

The soft sizzle of burning flesh was accompanied by a bone-chilling, stabbing pain.

Zhou Kuohai let out a bloodcurdling scream. All thoughts of fighting vanished. He turned to flee, trying to escape into the deepest part of the water below.

He hoped to use the frigid, yin environment at the bottom of the lake, along with a Secret Technique from the Cyan Flood Dragon Sea-Suppressing Scripture, to extinguish these bizarre flames.

”Trying to run? Too late!”

Chen Sheng snorted coldly. He wasn’t about to let him get away.

The Celestial Book’s power of Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil had already warned him of the exact moment his opponent would use the Cyan Flood Dragon Banner.

How could he let the close-quarters opportunity he had so painstakingly created—even at the cost of sustaining a minor injury—go to waste?

After all, this was the perfect opportunity to kill Zhou Kuohai once and for all!

Without any regard for the drain on his True Essence, Chen Sheng acted.

The crimson flame in his Dantian flickered wildly as an even more ferocious torrent of Nine Nether Yin Fire erupted forth. It clung to Zhou Kuohai like a shadow, turning the area dozens of feet around him into a churning domain of crimson flame.

”AHHH—!! Get off me! Die out!”

A mix of terror and rage, Zhou Kuohai roared hoarsely, thrashing wildly at the bottom of the lake as he tried to suppress the flames with his Water Element Divine Techniques.

But the crimson flames were not extinguished by the water. Instead, they made the surrounding lake water sizzle and boil, sending up great clouds of white steam.

Chen Sheng was right behind him. His fists, wreathed in blazing Gang Qi, hammered down like drumbeats on a great war drum. Punch after punch slammed mercilessly into the struggling, twisting figure within the flames.

Each blow landed squarely on the hastily formed barrier of Zhou Kuohai’s Protective Gang Qi. The impacts sent his blood into turmoil, aggravated his old wounds, and caused his aura to visibly weaken with every passing moment.

PFFT!

Finally, one punch shattered the last of his Gang Qi and slammed heavily into Zhou Kuohai’s chest.

As if struck by lightning, Zhou Kuohai violently spat out a mouthful of blood laced with fragments of his internal organs. His eyes were wide with horror and disbelief.

”It’s over.”

Chen Sheng’s gaze was glacial as his thoughts raced.

The illusory Golden Bell beneath his feet solidified once more. Mouth facing downward, it plummeted, carrying with it the weight to suppress all creation.

DOOONG—!!!

The deep, resonant toll of the bell echoed through the depths.

The massive, illusory Golden Bell trapped Zhou Kuohai—wreathed in crimson flames and on the verge of death—completely within it.

Blood-red runes flowed across the walls of the bell, sealing it off from the outside world.

Inside the bell, free from the slight hindrance of the lake water, the Nine Nether Yin Fire burned with even greater abandon.

From a distance, one could see Chen Sheng standing steadily upon the churning waves, his feet planted on a gigantic, translucent Golden Bell that flickered with runes.

Within the Golden Bell, crimson flames raged.

A figure within thrashed about wildly, ramming against the walls, twisting and contorting. Muffled, bloodcurdling wails escaped, but it was nothing more than the futile struggle of a caged beast.

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