Fighting Two Alone, an Invincible Bearing!
Seeing Xi Lai being ambushed, Shi Jian frowned slightly.
He had just Wenxuan flying with a single punch, his old strength gone and new strength yet to arise. Faced with Nascent Soul Early Stage's full-force sneak attack, he had nowhere to dodge or hide.
Since that's the case, Shi Jian simply stopped hiding.
He suddenly turned around, his chest puffed out, and his whole body shone with a brilliant purple-gold lightning, transforming into a thick layer of lightning armor.
Boom!
The cyan greatsword slashed fiercely into Shi Jian's chest.
The Thunder Armor flickered violently and held on for half a breath before shattering with a crash.
The sharp Sword Qi tore through the purple and white robe, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on Shi Jian's chest, which was as hard as iron.
The purplish-gold demon blood immediately splattered out.
But Shi Jian did not retreat even a step. Instead, he grabbed the blade of the cyan flying sword and continuously poured lightning into it.
Sizzle!
Violent purple lightning spread wildly along the sword blade, threatening to burst it apart.
Instantly, the flying sword emitted a violent, mournful cry!
"You're asking for death!" Shi Jian's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he suddenly exerted force on his wrist.
With a crack, he actually managed to squeeze a crack into the extremely high-quality natal flying sword, and lightning continued to erode its spiritual essence along the blade.
True Lord Qingxiao's face turned pale, his soul was injured, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He hurriedly made a sword incantation, forcibly recalling the flying sword.
Shi Jian looked down at the sword wound on his chest.
Purple-gold lightning surged, and the flesh at the wound rapidly writhed, scabbing over and healing in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.
He looked up, his cold gaze sweeping over Qingxiao before falling on Wenxuan, who was rising from the ruins, looking somewhat disheveled.
"Two Nascent Soul cultivators against one."
Shi Jian smirked and sneered, "Is this the style of the reputable Human Race? They're as shameless as ever."
True Lord Wenxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face ashen.
"Why bother with chivalry when dealing with a monster like you who wreaks havoc on the world!" Wenxuan coldly retorted, "Junior brother, let's join forces to vanquish evil!"
"Good!"
True Lord Qingxiao suppressed his surging Qi and Blood, and changed his sword technique once again.
In an instant, the auras of the two Nascent Soul stage experts connected.
Above Wenxuan's head, the Taiji Diagram reappeared, with black and white energy flowing and sealing off the void within a hundred miles of Shi Jian's body.
Beside Qingxiao, the Sky-Rending Sword Qi split into countless forms, transforming into a massive azure sword array that tightly trapped Shi Jian in the center.
The two combined their efforts perfectly, trapping and killing each other.
"Shi Jian, today is your death day!"
Wenxuan and Qingxiao attacked simultaneously. The Grand Yin Dao Qi transformed into a millstone, descending from the sky; the Sky-Rending Sword Formation transformed into a meat grinder, tearing and killing from all directions.
Rumble!
The entire sky was engulfed by dazzling spiritual light.
Seeing this, the many Demon General in the distance all looked anxious.
"Ancestor!"
Kuang Dou roared and tried to rush up to help, but Shi Pan grabbed him.
"Don't go to your deaths! We can't get involved in a battle between Nascent Soul!" Shi Pan stared intently at the center of the exploding spiritual light and said in a deep voice, "At this time, trust the Ancestor."
At the center of the aura storm.
Shi Jian's figure was constantly being washed by the Grand Void Dao Qi and the Sky-Rending Sword Qi.
His purple and white robes had long since turned to ashes, revealing his powerful body covered in purple-gold lightning patterns, as if cast from divine iron.
One against two is indeed quite challenging.
Although his Immortal Foundation [Purple Pivot Lightning] is domineering, Wenxuan and Qingxiao are, after all, veteran Nascent Soul with profound foundations.
The two of them joined forces and managed to suppress Shi Jian's thunderous power.
Sword Qi left white marks on Shi Jian's body, even cutting through his flesh; the Grand Yin Dao Qi continuously eroded his protective lightning.
Hahahaha!
In the midst of the raging storm, Shi Jian suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed wildly.
The laughter was like thunder, shattering the Sword Qi that filled the sky.
"Wenxuan Qingxiao!"
"Do you really think that I dared to come here alone without any trump cards?"
Shi Jian suddenly spread his arms wide and roared to the sky.
"I came with the storm, and thunder crowned me king. All thunder bowed, and heavenly voices fell upon the earth. I rule over all thunder under heaven!"
"Thunder gathers within me, lifting me to the clouds!"
"Valhalla, I am the thunder!"
Ancient eulogies resounded throughout heaven and earth, thunder gathered and surged, thousands of miles away, at the core of the Myriad Demon Domain, Purple Firmament Peak.
The thunderclouds that never dispersed suddenly churned violently, and the thunder pool at the summit boiled over with a roar; the endless thunder water accumulated over fifty years transformed into a purple-gold pillar of light as thick as a water vat, shooting straight into the sky and instantly piercing through the void.
The battlefield of the Huang Province, above the sky.
A huge rift suddenly appeared in the void.
Boom!
Endless purple-gold lightning water, like a celestial river pouring down, cascaded down from the void rift and precisely poured onto Shi Jian's body.
Shi Jian's aura experienced a terrifying surge at this moment!
Its body, originally about ten feet tall, grew wildly taller under the drenching of lightning water.
Ten zhang, a hundred zhang!
In the blink of an eye, a terrifying Dharma image, hundreds of feet tall and entirely formed from purple-gold lightning, stood between heaven and earth.
The Dharma form transformed into a giant thunder bear, with mountains at its feet but mere dust, and the sky above its head, with dark clouds draped over its shoulders.
Lightning Bear's eyes were wide open in fury, and every inch of his skin was crackling with destructive Purple Pivot Lightning.
"What... what is this?!"
True Lord Qingxiao looked at the towering, earth-shaking thunderous dharma image, a hint of fear involuntarily appeared in his eyes.
"Dharma Heaven and Earth? No, impossible! How could Nascent Soul stage possibly unleash such Divine Ability! This is borrowing the essence of a Blessed Land land!"
True Lord Wenxuan's face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled for a moment.
"Now, it's my turn."
From within the thunderous Dharma image, Shi Jian's voice, as vast as the Heavenly Dao itself, resounded.
The Dharma Image suddenly raised one of its giant hands and grabbed the enormous Taiji Diagram in the sky, intending to destroy it.
"Smash it!"
Shi Jian exerted his strength.
Sizzle!
The Grand Void Taiji Diagram, capable of obliterating all laws, was torn into countless pieces by the giant hand of thunder, like a tattered cloth.
True Lord Wenxuan as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer; blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his aura instantly weakened to the extreme.
"Senior Brother!" True Lord Qingxiao exclaimed, desperately activating the Sky-Rending Sword Formation, as thousands of Sword Qi slashed wildly at the Thunder Dharma Image.
Jingle bells!
The Sword Qi struck the Dharma image, but aside from a few streaks of lightning, it had no effect whatsoever.
Shi Jian turned his head, his enormous thunderous eyes fixed on Qingxiao.
"Flies, damn it!"
Lightning Bear's Dharma Form unleashed a giant hand, slapping True Lord Qingxiao as if he were swatting a fly, instantly contorting the man's expression.
Bang!
All of True Lord Qingxiao's protective items shattered instantly, and he was smashed into the ground like a cannonball, creating a bottomless crater.
For a time, their fate was unknown.
The world fell into a deathly silence.
The twelve Golden Core True Person trembled all over, their faces ashen.
The Demon General, their expressions fervent, knelt in unison before the heavens.
The colossal thunderous dharma image, thousands of feet tall, looked down upon the teetering True Lord Wenxuan below, its Thunder Sound roar sounding like heavenly music.
"Wenxuan, you have lost!"