Chapter 1115

Huang Yan launched a fierce counterattack, and a magnificent divine sword inlaid with a precious pearl suddenly appeared in his hand. In an instant, the sword spun and its shadow flickered, casting seven colors across the sky and striking straight at the top of his opponent's head.

"Snort!"

Ba Shenhuang rubbed his palms together to form a blade, which struck the Divine Sword God precisely, instantly shattering its precious light. Huang Yan was about to sheathe his sword and change his stance when an inexplicable suction force suddenly arose, preventing him from pulling his hand away.

In the next instant, Ba Shenhuang followed closely, his fist brimming with powerful energy, striking directly at the heart.

In a flash, Huang Yan remained calm and composed. He pressed his left hand down, and the surrounding air currents gathered, condensing into a ball of energy in his palm. This ball of energy collided with his opponent's straight punch, and immediately exploded, shaking the entire imperial kitchen. However, it also dissipated the force of the punch, and Huang Yan took the opportunity to retreat.

"The Evil Phoenix Creates the Infernal Realm!"

Ba Shenhuang raised an eyebrow and, after testing the waters, immediately unleashed his ultimate move. A jet-black phoenix, filled with death and despair, rose from behind him, whistling as it merged into his palm strike, spreading outwards like a cup of ink spilled onto a canvas in the void, causing the entire space to resonate with the mournful cry of decay.

Huang Yan stood at the brink of life and death, yet his expression remained unchanged. Instead of retreating, he advanced with his magnificent sword, his sharp blade tearing through the sky with fury, directly confronting the might of the War God's palm.

"The Angry Sword Shakes the Six Directions!"

Sword and palm clashed, two unparalleled forces collided at eye level, not a single drop leaking out. After the conflict, the War God ultimately prevailed, and the sword light shattered.

Huang Yan slid backward on the ground under the impact of the palm strike, leaving a clear row of footprints on the ground. Although he was frustrated, he perfectly neutralized the impact and was not injured. He then launched a counterattack against the opponent's momentum. The divine sword in his hand was crystal clear and shimmering. He thrust it at his opponent's face. The sword tassel flew and the ribbons fluttered. His sword moves were smooth and flowing, and his sword speed became increasingly swift.

Ba Shenhuang unleashed several palm strikes at the divine sword, but only managed to sweep the tail of the blade. Huang Yan's Swordsmanship was sharp and ghostly, like a gazelle hanging by its horns, leaving no trace. Even with his keen eyesight, he could not detect any flaws in the sword moves.

However, not being able to find a flaw does not mean it cannot be broken. Ba Shenhuang activated his profound Devil Cultivation Method, and with a palm strike, he covered the entire area, instantly sealing off all openings in all directions, leaving no room for evasion.

If it were any other martial artist, they would have been forced to reveal themselves at this moment. However, although Huang Yan's Swordsmanship followed a ghostly and agile style, his own Foundation was solid enough to confront the War God head-on. This kind of attack that dispersed the force was not enough to frustrate his attack. Instead, he seized the opportunity and immediately unleashed his sword moves.

"The Hatred Sword Shatters the Seven Stars!"

The magnificent divine sword spun rapidly, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Its Sword Qi was like an unstoppable drill, continuously spinning at high speed, and in the blink of an eye, it was already upon the War God's chest.

Even with Ba Shenhuang's powerful protective Gang Qi and his own cultivation of external martial arts, he was no match for the divine sword's ultimate move. He was immediately pierced by the sword's edge and only managed to avoid vital organs.

However, after Huang Yan succeeded in his One Sword, he tried to retreat but found that the divine sword seemed to be frozen and difficult to pull out, realizing that he had fallen into a trap.

"Eight Phoenixes Defy the Dao, slaughtering all ghosts and gods!"

A loud and powerful voice echoed through the heavens and earth. Ba Shenhuang stood still, ignoring the sword wound on his chest. He used his strong Foundation to unleash a powerful move. Eight phantom images of black phoenixes appeared behind him. He struck out with a palm at close range, the vast demonic power almost piercing through the void.

"Burn Meridians and Sever Roots!"

Huang Yan acted decisively, unleashing his ultimate move with his unparalleled Foundation, absorbing the remaining Sword Qi and transforming it into palm force. The raging evil flames burned as he blocked the attack head-on with a palm strike.

In an instant, a massive shockwave swept across the surroundings, blowing the entire imperial kitchen away and destroying everything. The earth, unable to withstand the aftershocks of their battle, cracked and sprang to life with a dull thud.

When the house that had flown into the air landed back on the ground, the two had already separated. Huang Yan was pale and was spitting out a mouthful of blood, clearly seriously injured.

Ba Shenhuang remained calm, pulled the sword from his chest, then held the hilt in one hand and the tip in the other, channeling his power to snap the magnificent, seemingly priceless divine sword in two. A faint mournful cry could be heard from the sword spirit. He then touched the wound, and the steel-like muscles twitched, stopping the bleeding.

"Indeed, your strength is formidable, even exceeding my expectations. However, it's a pity that you lack combat experience, especially experience fighting against strong opponents. This is the consequence of your reluctance to engage in combat."

On paper, Huang Yan is only one step away from becoming War God, and is definitely at the peak of the Peak Spirit Transformation stage. Looking at the numbers alone, it might seem like a 40/60 split, but in actual combat, it's actually 20/80, or even lower. This is because the outcome of a battle is influenced not only by combat experience, but also by on-the-spot performance, martial artist intuition, and other factors.

Despite being at a clear disadvantage, Huang Yan remained calm and slowly said, "But you can't keep me here."

Even for an ordinary Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, if they were determined to escape, Ba Shenhuang wouldn't be entirely confident in stopping them, let alone a Spirit Transformation expert like Huang Yan who was only a hair's breadth away from him.

"Then get out of here. But remember, when you turn and run away, the name of the Universe-Shaking Divine General be forever branded on your back. This will be a humiliation you can never wash away in your life," Ba Shenhuang voice.

Huang Yan remained silent for a while, his expression still calm and composed, revealing no change in his heart. Then he shook his head and said, "You're wrong."

Where did we go wrong?

"You've guessed my purpose wrong. I knew from the beginning that you wouldn't keep the appointment, and that you would definitely ambush me in the capital to kill me and end this war once and for all. Your arrogance will lead you to make that choice."

"Then why did you still come?"

"On one hand, I'm unwilling to accept this. I've practiced my divine skills for so many years, it would be a waste not to use them. On the other hand, I want the world to know that the Military God not only outwits the War God, but is also no less skilled in martial arts."

"I know that although you put on a nonchalant and indifferent appearance, as if fame is nothing but fleeting clouds, you can't truly let go of it."

Huang Yan smiled and did not refute, then continued, "On the other hand, I know that killing the person currently sitting on the throne is pointless. At most, it will create some chaos. You can just push someone else onto the throne, or simply find a substitute and pretend they are not dead. What can I do about it?"

"So?"

"Therefore, the key to this battle is not the person sitting on the throne, but you. As long as you are dealt with, who sits on the throne is entirely up to me. If you do not die, even if we kill everyone in the palace, it will be meaningless."

Huang Yan waved his hand, and a night wind suddenly rose from the ground. A Green Light flickered and dissipated, revealing an old man with a lewd appearance, holding a skull staff. He cackled, "Truly terrifying cultivation. You've been poisoned for so long and you're still unaffected."

At the same time, petals fluttered and swirled, Nether Lord appeared from within, bowing and saying, "I deeply regret that I was unable to spar with you last time we met, so tonight I volunteer to fulfill my long-cherished wish."

Immediately afterward, a figure crashed down from the sky, creating a large crater in the ground. It was the Black Armor General who had fought Liang Hao earlier. His greatsword was clearly stained with blood, and it was unknown whether Liang Hao was alive or dead.

The four people each occupied four directions, surrounding Ba Shenhuang in the center. The barrier covering this area suddenly transformed into an array, releasing an invisible pressure that caused Ba Shenhuang's body to sink, and the ground beneath his feet was crushed into pieces.

Clearly, there is another person controlling the formation.

Huang Yan extended his hand and said, "This game is called 'The Fall of the War God,' and I hope you will not hesitate to offer your guidance."

Ba Shenhuang looked around. In his current state of injury, poisoning, and suppression by the formation, facing four Spirit Transformation experts, especially one of them who was Military God whose strength was only slightly inferior to his, his situation was indeed precarious.

"What a pity. If you hadn't been so unwilling to accept defeat and wanted to test your martial arts skills, you might have given me a real chance to experience the thrill of teetering on the brink of life and death."

"Oh, is there any difference?"

The difference is... it's too late.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground nearby shook violently, and a loud explosion rang out, shattering the magic array in the sky.