Ling Zhantian's eyes sharpened, giving Chu Yunfei no chance to catch his breath.
The Imperial Dao Dragon Sword blazed with golden light and slashed straight at his neck.
"Playing tricks."
"Go to hell!"
Faced with the sword light slashing down at him, the last trace of restraint in Chu Yunfei's eyes vanished completely.
His consciousness suddenly sank into the deepest part of his dantian, locking onto that dark golden core of origin.
The Myriad Poison Tyrant Body Origin!
Within his sea of consciousness, Xiaoxiao Dragon instantly sensed the anomaly.
"You brat, what are you staring at the Myriad Poison Origin for?"
Chu Yunfei did not respond.
The Great Heaven-Burning Art is based on burning spiritual power, burning blood power, and burning soul power.
The three elements combine to unleash ultimate combat power.
Since three yuan can't kill Ling Zhantian, then let's add another yuan!
Chu Yunfei's divine sense was like a knife, fiercely slashing towards the core of the Myriad Poison Tyrant Body.
" The Myriad Poison Origin."
"Get it on fire!"
Click!
A cracking sound, audible only to Chu Yunfei, resounded from the depths of his dantian.
He forcibly tore off a third of the complete Myriad Poison Origin.
The moment the dark golden essence left his body, the myriad poison patterns on Chu Yunfei's entire body dimmed for a moment.
Once this fundamental energy is depleted, at best the Myriad Poison Tyrant Body will regress, and at worst the body will completely collapse.
But Chu Yunfei did not hesitate for a moment.
He recklessly threw that ball of dark gold essence into the raging flames formed by the Three-Origin Burning Momentum.
boom!
The original deep red, blood-red secret mark was suddenly stained with a dazzling dark gold light.
Burning spirit, burning blood, burning soul.
Rekindle the Myriad Poison Origin!
The originally tight and complete three-element cycle was forcibly broken by an external, domineering force.
The fourth burst of energy has taken shape!
Within his sea of consciousness, Xiaoxiao Dragon's voice abruptly ceased.
She stared blankly as the dark gold essence merged into the Great Heaven-Burning Art, as if she were seeing this Saint-level secret technique for the first time.
When she watched Chu Yunfei cultivate the secret technique before, the Great Heaven-Burning Art only had three main meridians.
Burning spirit, burning blood, burning soul.
The unity of the three elements is the ultimate limit.
There has never been a fourth dimension.
She didn't even know that the essence of her special physique could be forcibly inserted into the Great Heaven-Burning Art and become new fuel.
This is no longer a normal performance of a secret technique.
Chu Yunfei rewrote a Saint-level secret technique on the eve of battle!
"This..."
Xiaoxiao Dragon has lost his voice, a rare occurrence.
"A Saint-level secret technique... can be used like this?"
The next moment, the heavens and earth roared.
Rumble!
Thunder roared across the desolate mountain.
The aura surrounding Chu Yunfei exploded, shattering the golden sword light that was slashing towards him.
Dark cracks spread rapidly in all directions from him.
The aura that had been stagnating at the Divine Sea Realm Sixth Layer broke through its limit once again.
Divine Sea Realm Seventh Level!
The dark gold poison pattern lit up again, intertwining with the deep red bloodstain between his brows.
boom!
The Divine Sea Realm Eighth Level!
Chu Yunfei's wounds had not healed.
On the contrary, an excessively violent force is tearing his body apart from the inside.
Beneath the skin, veins bulged high, and fresh blood continuously seeped from the cracks.
But that oppressive aura was already truly closing in on Ling Zhantian.
The coldness on Ling Zhantian's face finally shattered.
"That's impossible!"
He stared intently at Chu Yunfei in the deep pit, his eyes revealing an uncontrollable fear for the first time.
A cultivator at the Heavenly Origin Realm twice unleashed a heaven-defying secret technique and also endured the direct impact of the Nine Dragons Suppress the Mountain.
Now, instead of falling, he has increased his combat power once again.
This was completely beyond Ling Zhantian's comprehension.
Xiaoxiao Dragon finally snapped out of his daze.
She quickly sensed the condition inside Chu Yunfei's body, and her voice suddenly changed.
"You brat, this power is beyond your physical body's ability to withstand!"
"Ten breaths, at most ten breaths."
"If the battle cannot be ended within ten breaths, Ling Zhantian won't even need to lift a finger; the Four-Element Burning Momentum will burst you apart first!"
Chu Yunfei slowly pulled the Abyss-Devouring Sword out of the ground.
Blood flowed down his arm across the sword's blade, dripping onto the rubble.
He raised his head and looked at Ling Zhantian.
A dark gold and a deep red light intertwined and burned in his eyes.
"Ten breaths is enough."
Chu Yunfei shattered the deep pit with one step and soared into the sky.
Ling Zhantian.
"I'll take your dog's life within ten breaths!"
The chilling and domineering voice echoed in the shattered void, each word like the clash of cold iron from the deepest hell, making the entire desolate mountain hum.
Chu Yunfei moved.
The rubble beneath his feet vanished into nothingness in an instant; his figure moved so fast it transcended the boundaries of time.
There was no afterimage, no sound of air being cut.
Because even the air and space were completely torn apart the moment he took a step.
Under the Four-Element Burning Momentum, Chu Yunfei's consciousness and physical body have completely surpassed the limits of his current realm.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate shook violently, and azure light rained down wildly. Xiaoxiao Dragon was desperately protecting his collapsing heart meridian and sea of consciousness by relying on the power of the Divine Cauldron.
In his hand, the Abyss-Devouring Sword emitted an unprecedentedly shrill sword cry.
The once jet-black and ancient greatsword was now completely enveloped in a thick, almost tangible, dark golden blood-red aura.
Miniature spatial collapse vortexes even appeared around the sword.
" Sea-Overturning Ninefold Sword!"
Chu Yunfei roared inwardly, his eyes bloodshot.
The five swords combined into one.
This time, it was no longer a hastily conceived prototype, but a flawless and unparalleled sword strike supported by the immense power of the Divine Sea Realm Eighth Level.
" Sea-Overturning Void Shattering... Slash!"
boom!
The entire world fell completely silent in that instant.
Above the sky, a dark golden sword aura, hundreds of feet long, tore through the night sky, like a god who created the world, wielding a giant blade that severed cause and effect.
The terrifying aura of destruction materialized into a real storm, sweeping across an area of hundreds of miles.
Above the imperial city, hundreds of miles away, the runes of the defensive array were agitated by the terrifying sword intent that crossed space, causing them to light up on their own.
Inside the imperial city, the sect elders and royal retainers who were in seclusion were all awakened at this moment, and suddenly looked up at the endless desolate mountains to the east of the city.
"Such terrifying sword intent! Who are these powerful figures fighting like this?!"
" Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level... no, this destructive intent is faintly touching the threshold of the Dao Mysterious Realm!"
"Let's go, let's see! When did such a peerless swordsman emerge in the Eastern Continent?!"
Several powerful divine senses and streaks of light shot up from all parts of the imperial city at almost the same time, rushing madly towards the eastern wilderness.
However, right in the center of the battlefield.
Faced with this destructive sword that fell from the sky, Ling Zhantian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
His scalp tingled, his hair stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of despair and suffocation welled up from the depths of his bones.
He will die.
If we can't stop it, we really will die!
Ling Zhantian never imagined that he, the dignified emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, who had just crawled out of the abyss of the Soul-Devouring Nether Poison after countless conspiracies and battles, would be forced into such a desperate situation by an eighteen-year-old junior.
"I am the ruler of the Great Qian Dynasty, and I will never die here."
On the brink of life and death, Ling Zhantian went completely mad.
His pale face contorted into a grotesque grimace, and he could no longer bear the excruciating backlash raging deep within his soul.
puff!
Ling Zhantian slammed his palm into his chest, spitting out a mouthful of his life essence blood, which he poured onto the Imperial Dao Dragon Sword in his hand.
" The Great Qian Dynasty's fortune Nine Dragons Return to One!"
"Break it for me!!"
Awooo!
A deafening dragon roar echoed through the heavens.
Behind Ling Zhantian, the originally illusory golden dragon dharma image instantly solidified under the stimulation of the essence blood, transforming into a massive five-clawed golden dragon hundreds of feet long.
A golden dragon coiled around the sword, carrying the heavy foundation of the Great Qian Imperial Dynasty's ten-thousand-year heritage, and fiercely met the dark golden sword energy that tore through the heavens and earth.
Rumble!
Two supreme forces collided fiercely in mid-air.
The blinding light illuminated the surrounding area for dozens of miles as if it were daytime.
Immediately following was a violent shockwave, powerful enough to flatten mountains and rivers, that swept wildly in all directions.
The surrounding hills were leveled in an instant, and the rocks were crushed into dust before they could even fly.
Click!
A crisp, piercing cracking sound rang out clearly amidst the deafening explosions.
In mid-air, the enormous five-clawed golden dragon phantom, hundreds of feet tall, only managed to withstand three breaths before its head was severed by the extremely refined dark golden sword energy.
boom!
The dragon shattered, transforming into a shower of golden light that fell from the sky.
The Imperial Dao Dragon Sword, which had accompanied Ling Zhantian in battle for many years, let out a desperate cry, several shocking cracks appeared on its blade, and it flew out of his hand.
"Puff!"
Ling Zhantian was struck as if by a heavy blow. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with golden light and flew hundreds of feet through the air like a broken sack. He crashed through several solid rock walls before finally slamming heavily into a pile of rubble.
We lost.
The Great Qian Emperor, at the Divine Sea Realm Ninth Level, used all his trump cards, yet was still completely shattered by a single sword strike.