What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t have money?.

Chapter 445 Want to know how I beat you?

From the mouth of the Formless Spirit General, the Golden Jade Disc spewed out blazing sunlight rays, which instantly struck Ping Han's head.

The next moment, Wuxiangling twisted his sand-covered body like thousands of steel bars, and with the powerful qi within him, he struck Ping Han with a palm.

This palm strike not only contained Zhang Yu's own power, but also unleashed the profound mystery of the Nine Heavens Cloud Force, releasing all the power of the twenty strikes that Zhang Yu had accumulated during his entanglement with Ping Han in one go.

With the blessing of the Martial Saint Body, the power of this series of attacks was not only pushed and enhanced step by step, but also condensed into one under the subtle control, transforming into a powerful palm force that erupted in the hands of the Formless Spirit General and finally slammed fiercely towards Ping Han.

Almost the instant the blazing sunlight dissipated, Ping Han looked up and saw this overwhelming palm strike.

The terrifying palm force compressed the air, pressing down on Ping Han's face, causing him to feel a sense of suffocation, as if the air itself had been compressed into solid form by this palm strike.

Amidst the deafening roar, Wuxiang Lingjiang's palm strike seemed poised to blast a hole in the sky.

boom!
As Ping Han's blade energy clashed fiercely with the Formless Spirit General, a surging shockwave exploded outwards, stirring up a cloud of mud and sand.

The arm of the Formless Spirit General instantly exploded, turning into a cloud of dust and shattering.

Ping Han's body was suddenly sent flying backward, like a black lightning bolt, crashing heavily to the ground.

Amidst the crackling and popping sounds, Pinghan crashed through the battlefield, tearing open large holes one after another.

Zhang Yu then changed his hand seals, using the Lesser Three Harmonies to control the mud and sand, and reassembled the shattered arm of the Formless Spirit General.

At the same time, three golden armors formed from the three Taiyi Golden Liquid Pills shot out, like three clumps of golden viscous liquid, directly merging into the body of the Formless Spirit General and rapidly spreading across its surface.

In the blink of an eye, the face of the Formless Spirit General seemed to be plated with a layer of golden armor.

But just after Zhang Yu made this move, a rumble came from the ground in the distance, and Ping Han, who had just been thrown away, burst out of the ground and shot towards them like a black lightning bolt.

Zhang Yu's gaze swept over Ping Han's intact armor, and he thought to himself, "That's really tough."

"It seems that ordinary methods won't be able to break through his shell."

Although Zhang Yu had some expectations regarding armor, a combat-specific item, he was still surprised by the combat and defensive capabilities that Ping Han actually displayed.

"Being rich is really powerful."

Zhang Yu's eyes swept over Ping Han's armor, as if he were analyzing something.

He knew that the outer armor of this armor was extremely sturdy, and had a strong defensive capability against all kinds of high heat, low temperature, shock, slashing, qi, and Taoist magic.

Martial arts techniques like the Yuan Magnetic Pulse-Severing Hand, which target the physical body, are even less likely to be effective through thick armor.

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "I need a stronger, more targeted attack."

The next moment, with a loud clang, the azure scythe formed from the blade energy in Ping Han's hand collided fiercely with the arm of the Formless Spirit General.

Ping Han sneered: "You think this kind of big guy can handle me?"

Ping Han's feet surged with qi, and he stood on the arm of the Formless Spirit General, flying towards Zhang Yu along the arm.

Zhang Yu clasped his hands together and whispered, "Ping Han! You talk too much nonsense."

Amidst a series of crackling explosions, the surface of the Wuxiang Spirit General's body rippled, and several arms enveloped in Taiyi Golden Liquid swelled out, like a forest of spears, shooting towards the charging Ping Han.

Ping Han's emerald scythe danced wildly like a storm, slicing and blasting away the incoming golden palms one by one, as if cutting off streams of golden torrents, splattering them everywhere.

"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak! Zhang Yu!"

The two were seen moving back and forth across Wuxiang Lingjiang's arms, head, chest, and back, engaging in fierce combat.

Ping Han let out a long roar and shouted, "Look at all this rags you're wearing, do they even add up to 100 spirit coins?"

"You dare to fight with this little bit of money?"

The entire battlefield transformed into Zhang Yu's weapon, with countless golden palm prints bombarding Ping Han.

But Ping Han laughed wildly all the way, cutting and shattering all the incoming palm prints, like a shredder, frantically tearing apart the formless spirit general in front of him.

Amidst the fierce, tumbling battle, Zhang Yu repaired the Formless Spirit General while fighting and retreating, coldly saying, "Do you think the money you make from cryptocurrency trading is your own money?"

Ping Han sneered, "The money I earned through my courage, wisdom, and foresight—how could it not be my own money?"

Zhang Yu unleashed a torrent of internal energy, which coiled around Ping Han's sword energy, continuously hindering the opponent's offensive.

Zhang Yu: "Even if I'm not as rich as you, I can still beat you."

Ping Han slashed with his blade, shouting, "You're poorer than me and you think you can beat me? You're dreaming!"

"The poor should submit, they should be defeated, and they can't possibly stop me from using my savings to pull off this move!"

With a loud shout, Ping Han's body suddenly shone brightly, like a dazzling star rising slowly.

"The torrent of humanity! Cleansing the world!"

Beams of light burst forth from behind Ping Han, revealing a dense array of cryptocurrency price trends, trading information, positive news, and countless comments, sentiments, and shouts from cryptocurrency traders…

In just a moment, every corner of the atmosphere was filled with endless information from the Qiongjiang Coins, which was transformed into various special effects projected onto the arena, like a torrent sweeping across the spirit world, bursting with endless brilliance in the eyes of all the spectators.

Even in every 0.1 seconds, every piece of information seems to undergo thousands of changes, like billions of stars illuminating the world.

Amidst the terrifying special effects of the spirit world and the overwhelming tide of humanity, spectators instantly felt their eyes straining and the screen stuttering.

Those with better visual function felt an unimaginable shock to their brains, and could no longer see the battlefield clearly.

Some lower-grade eye fragments, such as the Extreme Tiger, malfunctioned directly, being shut down and restarted in front of the spectators.

"So...so rich! I can't see anymore!"

"So rich! Ping Han is really rich! Even after crossing the Spirit Realm, I can't look him in the eye!"

"What terrifying pressure! I can no longer look directly at the battlefield!"

At the heart of the battlefield, Zhang Yu felt a sudden darkness engulf him, as if his brain had been overloaded with information in an instant.

As Zhang Yu's figure sank into the Formless Spirit General, Ping Han stepped forward and shouted, "It's over, Zhang Yu."

The terrifying pressure gradually subsided, the dazzling light in the sky slowly dissipated, and Pinghan's savings also stopped burning.

With a series of swift strokes of his blade, he sliced ​​the body of the Formless Spirit General before him into pieces.

With a bang, Wuxiang Lingjiang's arms were severed by Ping Han's blade and flung to the ground.

"Zhang Yu, let me teach you one last lesson."

"In this world, poor people are not even considered human beings."

The blade flashed repeatedly, disintegrating the incoming palm print once again and shattering most of the Formless Spirit General's body.

Ping Han coldly said, "I went through nine periods of destruction and nine periods of restoration, going from poverty to wealth, before I could barely take on a human form."

"You're not even close yet."

boom!
The formless spirit general shattered instantly, revealing Zhang Yu inside.

Meanwhile, the audience's attention had returned, and the entire stadium was filled with densely packed projected text.

Bankrupt him! Bankrupt him! Bankrupt him! Bankrupt him! Rampage him! Bankrupt him!
Countless projected words eventually converged into the word "bankruptcy".

At this moment, the malice in the room seemed to solidify into a tangible force, as if it wanted to tear Zhang Yu, who was shorting Qiongjiang Coin, to pieces.

Just as Ping Han raised his sword aura, about to end it all.

Zhang Yu clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Ping Han, didn't you want to know how I would beat you?"

"That's the move I used to beat you."

In the next instant, the remains of the Formless Spirit Generals, which had just been cut down by Ping Han and scattered everywhere, seemed to come alive, each bursting forth with the intense qi contained within them.

At the same time, in Zhang Yu's eyes, points on Ping Han's body suddenly lit up.

This was Zhang Yu's assessment of Ping Han's weakness after he used the Treasure Appraisal Technique to identify Ping Han's armor and magical remains, continuously analyzing their structure.

The debris that had just fallen around them, supported by Xiao Sanhe and Wuxiang Yungang, transformed into countless palm prints, attacking Ping Han from all directions.

Taking advantage of the moment they fell, these wreckage pieces occupied different attack positions, making the encirclement completely seamless and virtually sealing off every inch of space around Ping Han.

Within each of these palm prints lies the power of the twenty strikes Ping Han had just unleashed.

The highest heavens, the Thousand-Handed Holy Warrior!
At the same time, under the combined attack of Zhang Yu and Ping Han's forces, Ping Han was suppressed immediately and was blasted into the ground in an instant.

(End of this chapter)