One Move

"Kid, don't worry. I won't use a spirit treasure to win. That would be an unworthy victory, so I won't use the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus. Hehe..." Look at that—this was what realms were all about. What was thick-skinned? What was shameless? This was it. He was simply the model of thick skin, the ancestor of shamelessness. Clearly, he could not bring out the defensive power of the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, yet from his mouth, it became a matter of not using a spirit treasure to win, as though using one would make victory dishonorable. Who knew who had been the first to use an innate weapon like the Po Hun Saber? Whoever used it knew. When a person was cheap enough, they became invincible. "You would be so kind? You have such a good spirit treasure and wouldn't use it? Then what is that Po Hun Saber in your hand?"

Although Yuan Tian had seen Po Hun put away the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, he still doubted Po Hun's intentions. He did not believe Po Hun would suddenly show mercy and refrain from using the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus. Given his current state, if he did not use a supreme treasure like that, what could he rely on to defeat me? He might as well stand there and let me kill him. At least then everyone would be happy.

"Oh, I remember now. Your Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus hasn't been damaged, has it?"

Clearly, Yuan Tian was not too foolish. He did not simply believe whatever Po Hun said. Though his guess was not entirely correct, the result was more or less the same.

"Hmph, why do you care so much? Whether I use it or not, what business is it of yours?" Po Hun's face could not quite hold up. Fine, you guessed it—but couldn't you just keep it to yourself? Why did you have to say it aloud? Wasn't that just refusing to give me any face?

Clearly, Yuan Tian had no intention of giving Po Hun any face. "Oh, judging by your expression, did I hit the mark? Tsk, tsk, what a pity. I had wanted to witness the power of a supreme treasure like the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus."

Wo You would wager that Yuan Tian was absolutely mocking Po Hun, and his words were definitely not sincere. Perhaps he really did want to witness the power of the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, but not in the way he claimed. The witnessing he wanted was to make the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus his own, then slowly examine it by himself—not have it in someone else's hands and be forced to witness it. That was not the outcome Yuan Tian wanted.

"You want to see it? Then I'll make sure you see enough." Clearly, Po Hun was no longer willing to waste words with Yuan Tian. This kind of verbal wrangling brought him no benefit at all. It would be better to settle things with real blades and real spears.

Though Yuan Tian had been talking with Po Hun the whole time, he had remained on guard against him. After all, when they first met, Yuan Tian had been viciously tricked by Po Hun once. During their battle, he had been tricked again. If he did not guard himself properly now, who knew when he would be tricked once more? Yuan Tian was the sort who, once tricked, stayed wary for a thousand years.

The moment Po Hun moved, Yuan Tian followed closely behind. Had Po Hun been beaten so badly earlier that his brain had gone muddled? Did he not know he was still within Yuan Tian's Chaos Star Formation? Yet he charged over so directly—wasn't that courting death?

Since Po Hun wanted to court death, Yuan Tian could only grant his wish. Sigh, being a good person was not easy. Even those seeking death came to him for help.

"Stars gather, all things perish—Po Hun, die!!!"

The countless stars within the Chaos Star Formation seemed slow, yet were in fact incomparably swift as they converged. In the blink of an eye, the boundless stars vanished, leaving behind only a tiny Star shining with silver light. It looked so adorable. No one knew how great its power was as it flew straight toward Po Hun.

From Yuan Tian's stance, he was again preparing to settle everything in one stroke. But last time, he had done the same thing, and the result had merely been heavily injuring three minor characters. Not only had Po Hun been unharmed, he had become even more vigorous than before. This time, who knew what the result would be?

"Ya!!!"

"Secret Art—Sun, Moon, Stars: Three Talents Po Hun!!!"

A blade radiance carrying matchless Sha Qi, killing intent, and blade aura shot from Po Hun's Po Hun Saber.

It sped toward the Star sent forth by Yuan Tian at a velocity too fast for the naked eye to discern. Judging from Po Hun's appearance, he had also exerted all his strength. Both of them shared the same thought: one move would decide victory and defeat. At last, that seemingly endless stretch of time passed. The Star and the blade radiance met. There was no explosion as people had imagined. It was as though two ordinary objects had collided. The blade radiance burrowed into the Star and simply vanished. That Star continued toward Po Hun, as though its speed had only slowed a little.

Could the blade radiance Po Hun had unleashed really have been all show and no substance? Did Po Hun truly want to court death so badly? Had he failed to use his true strength, causing his blade radiance to have no effect at all on Yuan Tian's Star? Or was Yuan Tian's Star simply too powerful—so powerful that Po Hun could no longer stop it?

No, neither was true. How could the blade radiance Po Hun had unleashed be a silver spearhead with a wax shaft?

In truth, Po Hun's blade radiance had not failed to hinder Yuan Tian's Star. Though the blade radiance appeared to vanish within the Star, it was actually destroying its interior. This showed that Po Hun understood internal destruction extremely well. Yet what could not be denied was that Yuan Tian's Star was indeed too powerful—far more powerful than Po Hun had expected. He had not imagined that, even now, his blade radiance had only destroyed one-third of the Star's internal power. At this rate, Po Hun was in grave danger.

But the actual development exceeded Po Hun's expectations. When the Star had been worn down by the blade radiance until only half its power remained, it suddenly accelerated. Before Po Hun could react, it slammed into him. Thus, Po Hun met with tragedy. He had already been seriously injured. Although he had recovered somewhat earlier, for experts like them, it was one thing not to be injured; once injured, how could they possibly recover so quickly? And that was not all. Before this, Po Hun had poured nearly all his mana into that blade radiance. Now, with no protection whatsoever, he was struck by the Star. How could Po Hun not suffer tragedy?

At last, Po Hun's "diagnosis" was out. His body had suffered severe damage, and his Primordial Spirit had also been heavily wounded. In his current state, he could not possibly recover without cultivating for several billion years. But would Yuan Tian give him the chance to recuperate?

Yuan Tian was not the sort of saintly good man who got beaten and still praised his attacker. He was definitely not someone who repaid virtue with resentment, nor was he among those who repaid resentment with virtue. Po Hun had just met him, bore him neither grudge nor enmity, yet had tried to kill him. They had fought for a thousand years—how could Yuan Tian possibly let him go so easily? Was he supposed to display his generosity and broad-minded tolerance that way? Then wait for Po Hun's injuries to heal before he came seeking revenge? Yuan Tian was not that foolish. He had always believed in extinguishing danger while it was still a sprout. He would not give it the chance to take root.

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