Fist

As the two forces drew closer, a major battle was imminent.

A murderous intent enveloped the heavens and earth; the setting sun, like blood, dyed the entire battlefield crimson.

The battle flags of the two armies fluttered wildly in the wind, making the heavens and earth tremble in anticipation of the impending battle.

Xuanyuan was clad in crimson-gold armor, and the longsword in his hand emitted a dazzling divine light. Wherever the sword pointed, even the air was affected by the sharp sword intent, becoming distorted.

He stood before the battle formation, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at the equally imposing figure opposite him.

Xuanwei was also dressed in a black battle armor that seemed to have stars flowing within it, and in his hand he held a dark halberd wrapped in boundless flowing light.

His lips curled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, only an unfathomable chill.

Both sides were deathly silent.

No one shouted, no one beat the drums, and even the howls of the monsters on both sides' positions were suppressed deep in their throats.

Only heavy breathing and approaching footsteps remained in the world.

Every step felt like walking on a string of Destiny, stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

The sword's edge, gleaming with a blood-red light in the twilight, became even more dazzling!

Xuanyuan slowly raised the long sword in his hand. The sword hummed, like the roar of a dragon or the cry of a phoenix. Wherever the sword light passed, even the earth trembled slightly.

Xuanwei was not to be outdone. He pointed his halberd diagonally, and the scorching flames spread like a tide, leaving the grass and trees withered and all life extinguished in their wake.

This time, both sides could sense it.

This might just be the final battle!

"Boom--!"

In an instant, the two leading figures simultaneously sprang into action!

In an instant, they traversed hundreds of thousands of miles, heading towards the enemy.

This time, the two sides did not greet each other or reminisce.

A full-force attack came head-on.

Xuanyuan's sword struck down, its light cascading like a celestial river, its magnificent divine power tearing through the sky!

Meanwhile, Xuanwei swept his halberd horizontally, divine light transforming into countless flames, roaring as he met the attack!

"Clang--!!!"

In the instant the metal clashed, the world lost its color!

The violent energy exploded, causing the void within a radius of several light-years to suddenly shatter and collapse, leaving a huge crater in the ground beneath.

Depths of tens of meters, stretching for thousands of miles, countless boulders were instantly pulverized!

The two separated after a brief contact, only to collide again!

The Xuanyuan Sword moved with the force of a rainbow, each strike carrying the majesty of the imperial way, seemingly intent on suppressing all evil spirits in the world!

Xuanwei, like a ghost, was elusive and unpredictable. As he wielded his halberd, it was like a mighty force, domineering and powerful, transforming into countless fire dragons that frantically tore at Xuanyuan's protective golden light!

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows.

The entire void became their battlefield.

The two were like two long rainbows, constantly clashing and colliding.

The speed was so fast that even some of the weaker Quasi-Saint below could not see it clearly.

All that could be felt were terrifyingly powerful pressures erupting from the battlefield between the two!

And so the battle between Xuanyuan and Xuanwei began.

The followers below also chose not to watch the show.

Instead, it was a roar from the two sides' top officials.

They launched an attack on each other!

In the void, the Xuanyuan Sword turned, and thousands of sword energies transformed into a golden dragon, casually annihilating a halberd light that Xuanwei had swung towards them.

This confrontation can be described as...

The two were evenly matched.

Xuanyuan frowned, first looking at the halberd in Xuanwei's hand, then glancing at the armor on Xuanwei's body.

Somewhat surprised, he muttered to himself, "Two Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure?!"

He could sense that both of Xuanwei's magical treasures were Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!

It was precisely because of these two Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure that Xuanwei was able to hold his own against me in our fight.

But what Xuanyuan couldn't understand was when Xuanwei had found two Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure?!

Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure really that easy to find?

It should be noted that the golden longsword in his hand, which he named the Xuanyuan Sword, had been infused with countless rare and precious materials and merits.

It is only barely a top-grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure.

Furthermore, he no longer possessed any top-grade spiritual treasures.

Even the Nine Dragon Night Pearl Golden Armor he wore was only High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Dong Geng also noticed this, and his brows furrowed.

Even with Hong Yun's backing and being considered the top disciple of the Loose Immortal lineage, he only possessed two Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

This made him uneasy.

"Master is really something! Didn't he know to give his junior brother a few treasures before leaving?!"

"Junior brother, do you think Master doesn't value him enough? He won't even give him a single magic weapon?!"

Actually, that's not the case.

Although Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure are extremely precious, they are not as valuable as Hong Yun's level of cultivation.

It's really nothing.

Not to mention that he had previously obtained quite a few Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure in the Treasure Mountain bestowed upon him by Hong Yuan.

As for the three to five Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure that Xuanyuan possessed, that would be no less.

This was mainly because Hong Yuan had been too hasty in ordering the saints to go to the battlefield.

In addition, Xuanyuan had not yet been born at that time.

That's why Hong Yun forgot about it.

Of course, the reason is also that too many Hong Yun died too quickly on the battlefield.

He could die suddenly at any moment, so naturally he wouldn't have time to worry about these things.

However, regardless of the circumstances, it is a fact that Xuanyuan's resources were rather meager.

Without hesitation, Dong Geng activated the spiritual treasure in his hand.

With a flick of his palm, an ancient bronze seal suddenly appeared, engraved with patterns of mountains, rivers, and the state. As soon as it appeared, it attracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to gather wildly.

A cold glint flashed in Dong Geng's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice, "Suppress!"

"Boom--!"

The ancient seal swelled in the wind, growing to the size of a mountain, and crashed down with immense force!

The expressions of the several Quasi-Saint from the Qingwu Tribe surrounding him changed drastically. They all summoned their magical treasures to defend themselves, but under this suppressive force, their protective spiritual light shattered inch by inch, and their figures were forcibly forced back tens of millions of miles!

After defeating several Quasi-Saint from the Qingwu Tribe who were surrounding him.

Dong Geng's figure blurred, transforming into a streak of light as he rushed towards the center of the decisive battle between Xuanyuan and Xuanwei.

However, just as he set off—

A fist appeared as if in an instant, heading straight for Dong Geng's face!

"Thump--!!!"

The void shattered! That punch came without warning, its speed so great that even space itself was distorted!

Dong Geng's pupils contracted sharply, and in his haste, he only had time to parry with his arm.

But the terrifying force from that fist immediately turned Dong Geng's face pale.

"Snap!"

The sickening crack of bone breaking was the first sound to ring out.

Dong Geng's protective spiritual energy was like a fragile eggshell, instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks upon contact.

His Quasi-Saint body, which he was so proud of, appeared so vulnerable in the face of this pure and ultimate power.

His internal organs trembled violently under the immense pressure, and a mouthful of golden blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.

However, amidst the endless bursts of spiritual light, the fist's momentum remained undiminished.

Dong Geng's arms were the first to give way, and they began to disintegrate inch by inch, starting from his fingertips.

Skin, muscles, bones—all tissues were reduced to dust under the crushing force.