Berserk Blade Domain vs. Sacred Domain Prison Cage

Hua Qiang suddenly came to his senses and realized that he was trapped in an extremely bizarre space.

Looking around, this place felt like a gloomy prison, deserted and all alone.

The air seemed to be under some kind of evil spell, solidifying into a tangible form. Every step felt like a tremendous burden, as if one were sinking into a quagmire or struggling to move an incredibly heavy iron plate.

The feeling of resistance surged in from all directions, causing every muscle in his body to tense to the extreme.

Looking up, rows of dark pillars stand imposingly, arranged in a neat yet oppressive manner, intertwined and woven into a dense, impenetrable net.

The gaps between the grids seemed to offer a possibility of escape, but when Hua Qiang got close, he found that those small grid-like spaces were like solid walls that had been built for thousands of years, cold and hard. No matter how hard he tried to break through them, he could not budge them in the slightest, let alone penetrate them and find a glimmer of freedom.

Before he could catch his breath and think of a solution, a thick, inky fog suddenly rose in the deathly silent space.

The fog arrived without warning. First, it rose in wisps from the ground, and then, as if a sealed demon had been unleashed, it surged and rolled, spreading out with overwhelming force, blurring Hua Qiang's vision in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the swirling mist, countless sharp, knife-like ice crystals fluttered down like hidden weapons, each gleaming with a cold light and carrying a bone-chilling chill, slicing at Hua Qiang's skin.

Hua Qiang quickly activated the Flame Martial Guardian, which enveloped him in a tortoise shell shield with fire dragons swirling around it.

The fire dragon shook its head and swung its tail, striking at the rapidly approaching ice crystals, but the ice crystals were endless and impossible to defend against.

Clang, clang, clang—the ice crystals struck the tortoise shell, making Hua Qiang dizzy and disoriented.

At the same time, the ground temperature beneath our feet rose sharply. At first, it was only slightly hot, but in the blink of an eye, it became as hot as if we were standing on a pool of molten lava.

The heatwave scorched his feet, and then the unbearable heat surged up his legs like a tidal wave, engulfing his entire body in a burning sensation in an instant.

Hua Qiang felt as if he were a piece of meat being roasted over a raging fire, sweat pouring uncontrollably from every pore, soaking his clothes in no time.

Large beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, rolling down like raindrops, hitting the scorching ground and instantly evaporating into steam.

"Holy shit!"

"Could it be that he was imprisoned here by that beast?"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he realized that the three elements currently raging in this cage—the eerie fog, the biting ice crystals, and the scorching heat—were precisely what the Saint Prison Three-Headed Dog was spewing.

"What a vicious method!"

Hua Qiang gripped the broadsword tightly. The hilt was wet with sweat and slippery, so he could only hold on even harder.

He took a deep breath, mobilized all his strength, gathered it in his palm, and then poured it into the broadsword like water bursting its banks.

In an instant, arcs of electricity surged across the blade, like silver snakes dancing wildly, accompanied by a continuous series of crackling thunderous sounds.

Hua Qiang opened his eyes wide and roared – [Raging Blade Domain]!

The greatsword in his hand, imbued with violent power, was swung repeatedly in the air, its blade flashing. Countless blades, each the size of the Thunderclap Blade in his hand, enveloped him, isolating him from the external elements.

Feeling the pressure on his body decrease and the attacks from the three elemental forces temporarily blocked, Hua Qiang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Hua Qiang understood that this strange cage was either a tricky supernatural ability of the three-headed dog of the Sacred Domain, or a private domain controlled by it.

To survive, the only option is to use one's own Blade Domain to fight back, to the death, and see whose domain is more powerful!

At this moment, the three-headed dog of the Sacred Domain was perched atop the cage, looking down at Hua Qiang.

On those three enormous dog heads, three huge mouths stretched to their ears, revealing menacing fangs, and bursts of maniacal laughter.

The laughter rose and fell, sometimes eerily like the long cry of Night Owl piercing the silence, and sometimes like a rabid dog barking incessantly, each sound filled with mockery and cruelty.

"Boy, this is my sacred Sacred Domain, don't waste your time!"

The three-headed dog grinned, speaking in a human voice, its booming sound shaking the entire cage.

"Here, I am the supreme god who rules over everything. No matter how much you struggle, it will be in vain."

"Just surrender obediently, or you'll suffer. I'll devour you and enjoy this delicious meal of blood!"

After saying that, the ferocity in its eyes intensified, and it stared intently at Hua Qiang, as if waiting to see him despair and collapse.

Hua Qiang looked up at the three-headed dog of the Sacred Domain, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said, "Three-headed dog, do you really think you've got me cornered?"

"The outcome is still uncertain; you're celebrating too soon!"

Hua Qiang's eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead bulged like raging, winding dragons.

He frantically mobilized the strength of every muscle in his body, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and poured it all into the Thunderclap Blade in his hand, which shone with a dazzling light.

In an instant, the Thunderclap Blade hummed and trembled, and the lightning power on its blade surged and expanded like a ignited powder keg.

Blue and white lightning bolts crisscrossed, like surging waves, layer upon layer, rising and falling, one wave higher than the next, roaring wildly as if to tear everything in sight to shreds.

"Kill!"

Hua Qiang roared, his voice like thunder, and swung his Thunderclap Blade. The strike, carrying boundless power, was like a boulder thrown into a raging lake, creating ripples and the power surged into the Furious Blade Domain around him.

Countless large swords, gleaming with cold light, hovered all around, like ferocious beasts awakened. They shook violently, their hilts trembling, their blades surging, emitting a chilling buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, these broadswords shot out like arrows released from a bow, raining down in dense, lightning-fast bursts, slashing in all directions at the iron pillars that formed the cage.

For a moment, the sounds of clanging and banging filled the air, like the ringing of a great bell and the explosion of firecrackers. The metallic clanging made people's eardrums ache and their heads buzz.

However, the cage was as solid as a rock, and the iron pillars only trembled slightly, sparks flying everywhere. This fierce attack failed to penetrate even an inch.

Hua Qiang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in his chest, a tightness in his chest, a surge of blood and qi, a sweet taste in his throat, and with a "whoosh," he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.