"Blazing Sun Slash!"
With an angry roar, Jin Long brought down the flaming greatsword, carrying the might to burn the heavens and boil the seas. It gathered the full-strength strike of nearly thirty True God prodigies, like a true sun condensing in the void above their heads.
"Mountain Collapse Eight Extremes!"
At the same time, Wu Yuan charged in from the flank like a savage dragon, mountain-shattering, earth-rending power condensing over his fists as he struck directly at Chu Jiang's abdomen.
"Xuanming Phantom Kill!" Bai Xiaoqi's figure flickered, splitting into seven phantoms indistinguishable from the real one. At every phantom's fingertips condensed a point of frigid, ghostly light. That light was not fire poison, but Xuanming Cold Qi capable of freezing the divine soul. The seven figures attacked Chu Jiang from different directions, their trajectories incomparably tricky and cryptic.
Faced with this overwhelming siege, Chu Jiang's eyes remained as still as an ancient well.
He did not even assume any defensive or offensive stance.
Just before the flaming greatsword descended upon him, Wu Yuan's iron fist reached him, and Bai Xiaoqi's ghostly light was about to strike.
"Freeze."
A calm syllable left Chu Jiang's lips.
It was as though his words became law.
It was the Immobilization Technique of the Seventy-Two Transformations.
In an instant, the entire arena's space seemed to freeze completely!
The terrifying flaming greatsword hung three feet above Chu Jiang's head, unable to advance even an inch.
Wu Yuan remained in the posture of throwing a punch, frozen in midair, his face still carrying berserk battle intent.
Bai Xiaoqi's elusive figure was also completely revealed. The ghostly light at her fingertip was only an inch from Chu Jiang's robes, yet she seemed trapped in the toughest amber, unable to move.
The other twenty-odd prodigies all remained in