The entire plan was in place-but how could you know my true target before the very end?

A sharp shout resounded throughout the entire venue.

As the True Name out.

In an instant, the world fell silent.

A semi-transparent Dragon Battle Armor appeared around Qin Wangchuan, with ancient runes flowing across its Dragon Scales.

A pair of shimmering dragon horns hovered above its head, wreathed in purple Lightning Light, while the illusory dragon tail behind it rippled through space as it swayed.

His body was enveloped in Dragon Halo, and his every move exuded a vast Dragon Might's might that swept across the surrounding area.

A pair of golden dragon eyes locked onto Chu Wujiu's descending halberd.

The halberd blade was wrapped in the primordial Chaos Qi Heaven-Opening, and wherever it passed, the void shattered like glass.

Chu Wujiu's attack carried the power to Heaven-Opening; even before the halberd wind arrived, the surrounding space groaned under its strain.

Although the Dragon Armor is powerful, the Heaven-Opening War Halberd is a projection of the Chu Clan's Sacred Relic, making a direct confrontation extremely disadvantageous!

His figure suddenly blurred— the Taixu Steps!

With a single step, he appeared beside Chu Wujiu, leaving only a fleeting afterimage where he had been.

The halberd slashed down, shattering the void and its afterimages.

That's too fast!

Chu Wujiu's pupils contracted sharply. He had already sensed Qin Wangchuan flashing to his side, but his body couldn't react in time!

The next moment, a fist carrying a dragon's roar slammed into his ribs!

Chu Wujiu's Protective Mystic Light surged automatically, but shattered like thin ice the moment it came into contact with the dragon fist.

He heard a sickening cracking sound from his ribs, and his vision was filled with a burst of golden light.

The body reacted before the mind—in the instant it was sent flying backward, the halberd instinctively swept out a crescent-shaped arc of light, but only managed to cut down a few scattered phantoms of Dragon Scales.

A chorus of gasps of astonishment filled the stands.

Some cultivators with insufficient cultivation didn't even see the fight clearly. They only saw Chu Wujiu slash down with his halberd, but instead, he crashed into the edge of the Cloud Platform like a cannonball.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the Protective Grand Array rippled with golden waves.

The smoke had not yet dissipated.

Chu Wujiu a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the battle halberd. It was instantly evaporated by the Heaven-Opening Qi and turned into a wisp of scarlet mist.

"Cough--!"

He gritted his teeth and growled, his right hand gripping the halberd shaft tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

A tearing pain shot through my chest; at least four of my ribs were broken.

If he hadn't possessed Sacred Body and hadn't had his "Battle Intent Furnace" operating wildly, causing his Qi and Blood to boil like magma and forcibly strengthen his physical body, this punch would probably have killed him directly!

"I can still fight!"

Even so, Chu Wujiu still did not believe that he and his companions would lose.

He abruptly looked up, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, but a near-fanatical grin curled at the corner of his mouth as he roared at Li Xuan, who was about to leap to his aid in the distance:

"Don't come any closer!"

This sound, imbued with the blazing aura of Battle Intent Furnace, reverberated through the void, creating layers of sonic booms.

Having said that, he propped up his broken body like a wounded beast, the halberd in his hand humming with resentment.

"Watch out! The big one is coming!"

However, Qin Wangchuan did not pursue. He slowly turned around, and his vertical pupils burning with blue flames beneath the Dragon Armor mask locked onto the Nine-Flame Golden Crow —and Yan Wujin standing on its head!

The next moment.

Qin Wangchuan's figure soared upwards like a ghost, his Dragon Might might overwhelming. Before his fist even arrived, the force of the wind made Yan Wujin gasp for breath!

Yan Wujin's pupils contracted sharply, but a slow, agonizing grin spread across his lips, revealing a near-manic, desperate smirk. "You fucking..."

--boom!!!

The moment the fist struck, time seemed to freeze for a split second.

Yan Wujin's face was twisted and collapsed under the force of the punch, his skin and flesh were torn like paper, and his bones shattered inch by inch!

Before his smile could even fully open, half of his face exploded like a watermelon, and blood and bone fragments, carried by the force of his fist, transformed into a scarlet storm that swept across dozens of feet!

After achieving the Celestial Being Realm, every move Qin Wangchuan made carried the might of heaven. This punch not only contained the brute force of the Dragon Clan, but was also wrapped in the Great Dao Purple Lightning.

Unlike Chu Wujiu, Yan Wujin was not protected by Battle Intent Furnace. Half of his face was completely obliterated, and his broken body crashed into the ground like a rag doll, stirring up clouds of dust. His fate was unknown.

The entire room Deathly Stillness.

The Nine-Flame Golden Crow let out a terrified cry and flapped its wings, trying to escape.

"You were the most annoying one just now—" Qin Wangchuan's fists slammed into the top of Golden Crow's head like falling meteors, tearing the air apart with a piercing sonic boom. "Have you had enough?!"

One punch, two punches, three punches!

"Bang!!!"

Each punch was accompanied by the dull thud of bones shattering!

The mournful cry of the Golden Crow tore through the clouds, and its enormous body, Covering the Sky and Sun, knelt down with a thud, as the blazing Sun True Fire receded like a tide!

The elders of the Yan Clan were sweating profusely and hurriedly pulled the dying Nine-Flame Golden Crow out of the water.

The mournful cry of the Golden Crow faded away.

In the center of the battlefield, Qin Wangchuan slowly straightened up. Three Dragon Scale were missing from the left side of his Dragon Armor —the very spot where he had just taken Chu Wujiu's Heaven-Opening War Halberd.

The remaining true fire of the Nine-Flame Golden Crow still roared and burned at the gap, scorching the broken surface of the Dragon Scale red.

He glanced down and casually slapped down with his dragon claw.

"Laugh--"

The true fire was extinguished with a single palm strike, like an ant. In the instant that the green smoke escaped from between his fingers, his raised vertical pupils swept across the entire scene, his Dragon Might might as deep as an abyss and as deep as a prison!

Yun Zexuan held the ceremonial tray, his knuckles turning white, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Damn it, how am I supposed to fight like this..."

He murmured softly, but before he could finish speaking, Qin Wangchuan's gaze had already locked onto him.

--boom!

Qin Wangchuan's figure vanished suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already approaching Yun Zexuan like a ghost!

"Brother Yun, be careful!" Zhao Lingyun shouted sharply, frantically flipping through the Heavenly Talisman Jade Tome in his hand, and countless Paper Figurine surged out like a tide, trying to block him.

But Qin Wangchuan didn't stop at all!

"Roll!"

The dragon's tail phantom swept across, Paper Figurine exploded like an avalanche, sending paper scraps flying everywhere!

Yun Zexuan's pupils contracted sharply, the Sanqi Liuyi Compass spun wildly, and the pointer was fixed on the "Escape" hexagram—but it was too late!

Qin Wangchuan's fist was already at his face!

"Bang--!" At the critical moment, a Bronze Ancient Coffin came crashing down from the sky, forcefully blocking the punch!

"Bang!"

Although he blocked the attack, Ye Lingchuan's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth and growled, "Damn it! I only managed to undo half of the restriction!"

"Slay, Annihilate, Open, Heaven, Destroy!"

Li Xuan's Sword Seals took shape in the air, intending to strike unexpectedly.

But Qin Wangchuan merely tapped his finger lightly, and Sword Seals was superimposed on his Sword Seals.

"Cut!"

The seven "slay" characters shattered Li Xuan's Sword Seals.

Although there wasn't much Spiritual Qi left, Li Xuan knew that if Qin Wangchuan's Sword Seals were to fall completely, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He immediately gritted his teeth and added another Sword Seals to Qin Wangchuan's Sword Seals, shattering it.

"Slay, Annihilate, Open, Heaven, Destroy!"

"Li Xuan, stop!" Chu Wujiu shouted urgently, but it was too late.

Qin Wangchuan detonated the Sword Seals directly, and Li Xuan suffered a backlash, spitting out hot blood and collapsing to the ground, his fate unknown.

Sword Intent rained down from the sky, but was then gathered together by an invisible force.

Everyone looked on in despair, only to see Qin Wangchuan's hand clench into a fist once more.

"The clear and the turbid, since the beginning of time, have been divided into two forms, and have solidified over Myriad Tribulations!"

"Heavenly Sword - Myriad Tribulations!!"

The enormous Spirit Energy Sword slowly emerged from the sky once more.

Only Yun Zexuan, Zhao Lingyun, Ye Lingchuan, Chu Wujiu, and Zhou Yunyi remained standing on the field.

Zhao Lingyun gazed at this scene and murmured to himself, "A monster! Is his Spiritual Power limitless?"

"Don't just stand there, block it!"

"How can we block that?"

Just now, it took the two people with the strongest defenses working together to block one sword. Now, everyone's Spiritual Power is almost exhausted. Going forward now would be suicide!

Chu Wujiu a deep breath and stepped forward, "I'll do it!"

This Heavenly Sword is Qin Clan Secret Technique, and its power is terrifying.

You can't stop it, but you can use something else to break it.

For example... the Heaven-Opening War Halberd- Heaven-Opening Halberd at the moment it appeared!

After thinking it over, Chu Wujiu sheathed his battle halberd and then shouted, "Heaven-Opening!"

The moment the Heaven-Opening War Halberd appeared, the entire space shattered like a mirror once more, and the Giant Sword phantom that stretched across the sky disintegrated inch by inch.

Just as everyone's minds were calming down, Chu Wujiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Qin Wangchuan was already standing behind him, so close yet so silent, like a mountain pressing down on him, making him feel suffocated.

"It's a cause for celebration that you've broken the Heavenly Sword, but..." A deep voice rang out, not like human speech, but more like the growl of some ancient ferocious beast, "In the few breaths since the halberd left your hand, what will you use to stop me?"

"The real target of all this... is me?"

Chu Wujiu felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could react, he felt Qin Wangchuan's hand touch his back and lightly stroke it.

The next moment, a whisper, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of the netherworld, rang in his ears, each word like a death knell:

"The Taichu God-Burial Sword"