Defeating King Zujin in Three Rounds

To defeat a near-invincible King-level powerhouse in three rounds?

That is something only a truly invincible King-level powerhouse could achieve, such as Silver Eye from the Ice Prison, King Zhenyan, or Luo Feng after fifty thousand years of wandering the universe.

"Arrogant!" King Zujin roared, "Defeat me within three rounds? Who do you think you are, King Jiujian?"

King Jiujian possesses a formidable reputation; he is a truly invincible King-level powerhouse who sweeps across all directions. Many high-level humans hold him in high regard, believing he has a high probability of breaking through to become a Universe Venerable.

Wu Yun did not answer. Holding his long rod, he charged forward. Divine power surged within his body, paving the way with Killing Power as a blood-colored river pierced through the starry sky.

His research into the Dao of Slaughter is profound, and his moves are filled with mystery. It was an aura even more terrifying than that of Venerable Nuoqi; King Zujin felt as if he were facing an ancient, ferocious beast.

As his divine ability erupted, the long rod seemed to span hundreds of millions of miles, filling the cosmic sea. A boundless sea of blood appeared, with trillions of Monster Race corpses floating within. King Zujin's gaze went blank, his heart filled with immense fear.

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"Don't think you can disturb my mind!" King Zujin gritted his teeth, regaining his senses at the final moment. His towering snake body lashed out violently, whipping up a gale that spanned a million miles.

Looking again, the long rod spanning hundreds of millions of miles was gone; Wu Yun's move had actually carried an illusory scene.

Slaughter inherently carries extreme emotions, and since Wu Yun is also a practitioner of Heart Power, combining these two forces allowed him to easily create an illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The long rod descended, annihilating the million-mile gale before slamming heavily into King Zujin's body. It cracked parts of his divine body, though they healed quickly.

"What?!"

"He shattered King Zujin's divine body in a single strike?"

The onlookers were incredulous. Although shattering the divine body didn't cause any actual damage, it was already an incredibly rare feat.

In the Outer Realm Battlefield, among countless King-level powerhouses, how many would dare claim they could shatter King Zujin's divine body? Even beings like King Yuyuan or the Bug Race Mother Emperor would not have absolute confidence.

King Zujin's expression was extremely ugly. He hadn't managed to activate his defensive heavy treasure in time, nor had he even managed to unleash his strongest attack.

He had been affected by Wu Yun's soul attack, which impaired his judgment; by the time he broke free from the illusion, the attack was already upon him, leaving him to react in a rush.

"Kill!"

Wu Yun continued his assault. Endless waves surged, only to be frozen by a frost domain, transforming into boundless ice mountains that spanned the starry sky—larger than stars—before pressing down.

"He is using King Muchen's domain heavy treasure like this."

Patterns suddenly emerged on King Zujin's snake tail, followed by a layer of brown crystals; this crystal layer was also a heavy treasure.

Armed with the heavy treasure, King Zujin whipped his tail out. The immense power shattered the starry sky, unleashing endless flames intended to melt the ice mountains. Having comprehended Space Law, he also had research into lower-level laws like fire.

The two collided, but there was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined. Instead, they continuously dissolved each other, creating a thick mist of steam that stretched for a billion kilometers, blurring the vision of everyone present.

"You want to defeat me in three rounds? Just by relying on yourself?" King Zujin mocked coldly, "King Black Rod, you should practice more with this level of strength."

Boom!

In the next instant, the ice mountains exploded. The ice fragments were virtually endless, slicing through the void at such high speeds that even millions of planets would be destroyed by these shards.

"A petty trick." King Zujin was unimpressed. Even an attack capable of destroying a star was merely a gentle breeze to him.

But he couldn't laugh for long, because behind the endless white-blue ice blocks, there were a large number of black iron rods, condensed into a peculiar formation.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The black iron rods shot out—this was Wu Yun's Qi Refining Path method, manipulated with fifth-level Heart Power.

"Isn't he a martial artist? How does he have the methods of a Spirit Reader?" A thousand questions flooded King Zujin's mind. Furthermore, what kind of spiritual weapon were these black iron rods?

He had never heard of or seen this type of attack before.

The formation was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Wu Yun used the Dao of Slaughter as the core, combined with light and darkness; this move was named the Samsara Absolute Kill Formation.

In the world of Desolate Era, Wu Yun had relied solely on a third-grade Golden Core combined with fifth-level Heart Power to defy and kill True God Dao Ancestors.

Countless iron rods faintly outlined a diagram of the Light-Dark Samsara, while Heart Power continuously assaulted King Zujin's mind. Once again, trillions of corpses appeared before his eyes.

"Everyone will die, everyone will die..."

The countless Monster Race corpses emitted faint, shrill cries, shaking King Zujin's resolve.

"No!!!" King Zujin roared. He had treasures and secret techniques guarding the depths of his soul, so he broke free after only a moment of distraction.

After breaking free, the black rods were already before his eyes.

Boom!

King Zujin could only use whatever means he had to defend, but it was too late. The dense swarm of iron rods completely shattered his divine body!

Only his snake tail remained.

Shattering an opponent's divine body in three rounds—even without causing substantive damage—was enough to declare Wu Yun the winner in a sparring match.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Wu Yun's figure moved like a stream of light, rushing toward Venerable Nuoqi's legacy. The dozen or so heavy treasures were not falling very fast, and at the very bottom was the prison.

There were about eight minutes left before they would fall into the prison.

"I lost?!" King Zujin was filled with extreme unwillingness. After his divine body re-condensed, he immediately rushed toward Wu Yun, unleashing various long-range attacks to prevent Wu Yun from accelerating to the speed of light.

Being defeated only meant his skills were inferior, but that wouldn't stop him from competing for the treasures.

The gap in their overall strength wasn't large. In King Zujin's view, he had lost to Wu Yun's illusion techniques, which managed to affect his reaction time with every attack.

A peak King-level soul master is fully comparable to a limit King-level powerhouse in terms of status and overall strength.

With strength approaching that of an invincible King-level and the addition of soul-based techniques, Wu Yun could be entirely regarded as a pseudo-invincible King-level.

King Yuyuan and the Mother Empress Linyun were also approaching the area where the heavy treasure was located.

Those King-level powerhouses following behind the four great experts were harboring the thought of taking advantage of the chaos to pick up some scraps.

Rumble!!

A large number of King-level powerhouses were locked in slaughter; the scene was far too chaotic. The vast majority of people had already given up hope on the heavy treasure, instead choosing to massacre the weak while the numbers were high.

Once any King-level powerhouse was separated from their position by the melee, they would be bombarded by joint attacks before their World Ring was snatched away.

Blood and fire mingled together. Wu Yun would occasionally kill a few King-level powerhouses and conveniently collect their World Rings. This road, merely ten million kilometers long, had become the burial ground for countless King-level powerhouses.

At this moment, another figure descended onto the battlefield. It was King Qitian from an affiliated race of the Bug Race Alliance, who had just arrived after traveling through the God Kingdom teleportation and the Dark Universe.

King Qitian stood a full thirteen meters tall, possessing an extraordinary divine body as a member of a powerful race in the universe: the Wuling Race.

With his arrival, this struggle truly entered a white-hot stage.