Late-Ninth Tier
A strong wind was blowing.
Her black hair flew wildly, and her clothes fluttered in the wind.
Facing the overwhelming, earth-shattering killing array, Chen Fan, standing behind the Giant Spirit City Lord, remained eerily calm.
He didn't even draw the rough, broken Broken Saber from his back.
He merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cold, mocking smile.
"Trying to pressure me with the rules of the Guixu?"
Chen Fan spoke calmly, his youthful voice piercing through the raging storm and clearly reaching the ears of every old monster.
"You old fogies whose lifespans are dwindling, you've cultivated the Tao your whole lives, yet you can't even see through the threshold of life and death."
Before he could finish speaking...
Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, Chen Fan slowly raised his right hand.
He did not activate the divine light array defense of the dual fragments.
They didn't even put on a show of resistance.
Spread your fingers wide, palm facing upwards, then... clench them tightly!
Buzz!
A crisp sound of laws shattering suddenly rang out in this desolate world.
The next instant, all the Ninth Tier monsters who had been attacking in a frenzy froze, their pupils contracting violently.
The dazzling double-layered Guiding Golden Light that had enveloped Chen Fan's body vanished completely, as if a candle had been deliberately extinguished!
Boom!
Without the protection of the Guiding Divine Light, the dense, almost tangible, Death Fiend Qi Guixu Chen Fan surged towards his small body like madmen.
Pale, cold, and deathly dust particles, capable of instantly assimilating Ninth-Tier Domain, landed directly on his thin black robes.
"He... he withdrew the protective golden aura?!"
The sinister smile on the Netherworld Venerable's face suddenly froze, his mind going blank.
Is this kid crazy?!
To deliberately disperse the golden light of the remaining map deep within the Guixu is tantamount to a mortal jumping into a bottomless molten lava, courting certain death!
"Even on the verge of death, you dare to withdraw your divine light!"
The Red-Haired Ancestor laughed wildly, his eyes blazing with greed.
He shook the Crimson-Gold Fire Banner violently, and nine crimson fire dragons, each thousands of feet long, swooped down from the sky. The raging Earth Vein True Fire stirred up a monstrous torrent, melting the scorched earth into rolling molten iron.
"That brat is courting death, saving me a lot of trouble!"
The Netherworld Venerable's face twitched, and he slammed his White Bone Staff into the floor tile.
The wailing of ghosts tore through the Void, and the Hundred Ghosts Wailing at Heaven Formation suddenly closed. Tens of thousands of Ninth Tier evil ghosts, clad in tattered armor, rushed out of the Blackwater, extending their white bone claws straight at Chen Fan's face and chest.
The ultimate killing techniques of the remaining eleven Ninth Tier experts followed closely behind.
A colossal seal shattered the Firmament, and dozens of natal flying swords, emitting bluish-white sharp light, poured down amidst a deluge of black sand that corroded flesh and blood.
The Void completely collapsed, and the gravity of the Guixu land was completely erased at this moment.
The Giant Spirit City Lord's eye sockets ruptured, and blood streamed down his rough cheeks.
"Mr. Chen, get out of the way!"
He let out a ferocious roar like a beast on its deathbed, and forcibly shrank his thousand-foot mountain- Law Domain to ten feet around his body. His burly body became like a blood-stained black iron shield, blocking Chen Fan's path.
His meridians bulged inch by inch, and even if his Golden Core exploded, he would tear open a path for Chen Fan to escape to the temple.
However, a fair and delicate hand landed very lightly on the right shoulder of the Giant Spirit City Lord.
It is described lightly, yet it carries the weight of a divine Divine Mountain.
The Giant Spirit City Lord's burning life Qi and Blood was instantly forced back into his Dantian, and the raging True Essence boiling around him froze on the spot, rendering him completely immobile.
"Stand behind me and watch."
Chen Fan remained calm, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.
Before the words were even finished, an overwhelming mass of gray Death Fiend Qi and thirteen world-destroying Ninth Tier killing moves crashed down.
Boom!
There was no melting of flesh as I had imagined, nor the dull thud of bones shattering.
A deep, resounding boom suddenly erupted from within Chen Fan's body.
That was not the sound of a mortal body; it was the earth-shattering roar of the Great Dao Divine Wheel crushing chaos.
Boom!
Within a hundred-foot radius of the temple plaza, all the gray Death Fiend Qi instantly froze.
On Chen Fan's chest, crimson Fire Crows and jet-black Black Serpent totems simultaneously peeled away from the depths of his flesh, transforming into two colossal Yin-Yang pythons coiled between heaven and earth.
Deep within his Dantian, the Miniature Divine Kingdom opened completely without reservation.
The long-silent black and white Life-and-Death Millstone suddenly began to spin wildly in reverse.
Whoosh!!
The Void collapsed, and the extremely Yin Death Fiend Qi accumulated over tens of thousands of years in Guixu Ruins of Return, like a flood bursting its banks, surged wildly into every pore of Chen Fan's body, creating a huge gray-black vortex.
It's not just about Death Fiend Qi.
Nine roaring Earth Vein Fire Dragons crashed into Chen Fan within ten zhang of him. The massive fiery dragon bodies instantly disintegrated, transforming into pure and domineering fire elemental essence, which was forcibly pulled into the vortex.
The Netherworld Venerable's Hundred Ghosts Wailing at Heaven Formation went out of control on the spot. Tens of thousands of Ninth Tier evil ghosts didn't even have time to wail before they were directly shattered into particles of law light by an unparalleled crushing force, all of which entered Chen Fan's Heavenly Spirit.
Flying swords, giant seals, poisonous sand, and blood-red light—the life-bound killing techniques of thirteen Ninth Tier experts—were all torn apart the moment they touched a spot three zhang away from Chen Fan, stripping away their most primordial True Essence Origin Source.
"What... what kind of monster is this?!"
The sinister old woman holding the Soul-Summoning Banner screamed, and the magical artifact in her hand emitted a mournful cry as if it were about to collapse. No matter how she activated her secret technique, the True Qi in her body leaked out wildly like a river bursting its banks.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only a huge gray-white stone mill was slowly turning.
The white side of the Millstone, with the vast and boundless vitality of mortal life offered day and night by millions of Great Wilderness, is like the rising sun;
The black side, having devoured hundreds of millions of Guixu, Death Fiend Qi, is extremely yin and cold, its depths unfathomable.
The two clashed fiercely within the Divine Kingdom, and then completely merged under the powerful control of the Great Dao of Life and Death, transforming into a chaotic pillar of energy that swept across the universe, rampaging through Chen Fan's limbs and bones.
Crack!
A crisp sound, like the first clap of thunder in spring, reverberated from Chen Fan's body.
The invisible shackles that had locked the Mid-Ninth Tier were shattered in an instant under the impact of this Yin-Yang -shattering torrent of yin and yang.
Late-Ninth Tier!
Chen Fan, at the age of ten, straightened up slightly. His originally unremarkable black clothes fluttered without wind, and the Void within three thousand feet around him shattered inch by inch, turning into an absolute vacuum dead zone.
The vast gray Qi and Blood, like a galaxy suspended in the sky, surged upwards, causing even the Ancient Immortal phantoms hovering above the temple to shake violently under its Qi and Blood.
"Puff!"
Their natal magic treasures were forcibly stripped away, and almost simultaneously, the thirteen Ninth Tier old monsters spat out mouthfuls of their Lifeblood Essence mixed with fragments of internal organs.
The Crimson-Gold Fire Banner of the Red-Haired Ancestor was charred black inch by inch in the sky and shattered into ashes.
Four of the seven human emperor skeletons behind the Netherworld Venerable's head exploded one after another, scattering bone fragments everywhere. His Sea of Consciousness felt as if it had been ripped open by ten thousand sharp blades, causing him to clutch his head and scream in agony.
Thirteen powerful figures were sent flying backward, crashing awkwardly to the edge of the square, carving more than ten deep furrows into the ground.
The entire room fell into a deathly silence and utter horror.