Chapter 692: Collision Between Divine Bloods

I'll lose?

The Divine Blood warrior Dong Chong now widened his eyes in disbelief, yet the power surging through his fist and the searing pain told him this was no illusion—it was real.

After only the first clash of fists, he felt deep within that he was no match for this opponent.

"How is this possible? I am a Divine Blood warrior—how could I lose?"

Dong Chong roared inwardly, every purple marking on his body blazing with light, these radiations converging into one point, attempting to overwhelm Li Yi with greater bloodline power.

Boom!

Under the collision of power, purple divine light and silver lightning shot skyward, the two forces clashing like fire and water, triggering a cascade of strange phenomena.

The sky itself seemed to tremble under this impact.

Nearby buildings suffered severe damage; though their construction was exceptionally sturdy, they could not withstand such force—in an instant, roofs were ripped off, and cracks split the ground and beams.

Fortunately, the building materials in this world were extraordinary, preventing total collapse or shattering.

"The Divine Blood warrior of Merchant Lord Xiang is truly formidable," Merchant Lord Liehou observed this scene, secretly astonished.

He had witnessed Dong Chong's strength, which is why he had confidence in sending him tonight to intimidate the other side.

But he never expected the opponent's power to exceed his estimates—Dong Chong's strike failed to defeat him, and instead, Dong Chong was subtly falling into disadvantage; this turn of events made Liehou begin to regret his decision.

He had misjudged the enemy—this was a grave dereliction of duty for a Merchant Lord.

But now that the deed was done, there was no retreat; if he failed to kill this Divine Blood warrior today, once Xiang returned, matters would turn dire—he might even lose everything he owned.

Yet, a battle between two Divine Blood warriors was beyond the scope of any Merchant Lord to interfere with.

In this pure clash of strength,

Despite Dong Chong unleashing power far beyond his usual limit, faced with Li Yi's Divine Blood, the Sixty Major Acupoints, and the Long Hu power, this Divine Blood warrior finally spat a mouthful of purple blood and was violently flung backward.

His three-meter-tall body crashed to the ground like a cannonball.

The ground trembled.

Li Yi stood midair, stepping on auspicious clouds, slowly retracting his fist, his gaze cold: "Strong power—but still not enough to defeat me."

"Silver Divine Blood? Are you the descendant of the fallen god from the Divine Gorge beyond Beihuang City?" Yet in the next instant, Dong Chong rose again; his formidable physique allowed him to remain vigorous despite such a devastating blow.

Such innate strength was truly enviable.

Yet he was wounded—his left arm throbbed with unbearable pain, the back of his hand bearing a clear fist imprint that had shattered his bones.

"Which god I descend from is none of your concern. You only need to know you'll die here today." Li Yi's killing intent remained unyielding; he stepped on the cloud, instantly surging forward to strike.

One punch to overpower—press the advantage without mercy.

This was the nature of martial artists from the Four Seas and Eight Provinces.

Li Yi clenched his fist again, channeling Long Hu power, summoning silver lightning, and brought his fist down from above.

Where it passed, air shattered, winds reversed.

"I haven't lost—today, it's you who will lose!"

Dong Chong roared, raising his other thick arm to block, determined to endure the blow head-on.

But Li Yi was different—each of his punches carried Long Hu power, sustained by the Sixty Major Acupoints' magic power, bolstered by his evolved physique—he would never reach exhaustion.

Boom!

One punch landed.

Dong Chong felt as if he bore an entire towering mountain; the crushing force drove his nearly three-meter-tall frame deep into the earth, sinking to his chest before the pressure finally halted.

His arm grew numb and aching, as if it had lost all sensation.

At least he blocked it.

Dong Chong exhaled slightly in relief.

But then his pupils sharply contracted.

A thunderclap rang beside his ear—silver lightning interwove, and the fist wrapped in Long Hu power struck again.

This punch was equally terrifying, even more formidable than before.

"How many punches can you take?"

Li Yi roared, his fist seeking to tear through this Divine Blood warrior's defense and crush him utterly.

Dong Chong's teeth gritted, veins bulging; he bellowed, his entire body erupting in brilliant purple light—under the boost of his bloodline, he chose not to block, but to counterattack.

Though the bones in his fist were shattered, he preferred to sacrifice his arm rather than endure the blow with his body.

Their fists clashed again.

A deafening boom echoed once more; the ground was ripped open, revealing a massive crater before all eyes, surrounded by roaring wind and swirling purple aura.

The terrible force sent Dong Chong's towering frame retreating over ten meters before he finally stopped.

One arm drenched in blood, purple droplets fell; even his iron-hard forearm now bore deep cracks.

Dong Chong, gritting through the pain, looked up at Li Yi with disbelief: "Your Divine Blood is weaker than mine—why is your body unharmed?"

Two fists clashed.

Logically, Li Yi should have been injured too—but only purple Divine Blood stained Li Yi's fist, no silver blood flowed.

This meant Li Yi's physique surpassed his own.

"You're too foolish to understand." Li Yi's gaze was icy.

He was not merely a Divine Blood warrior—he was also an Evolved One, undergone the transformation of the Five Qi Realm, infused with gene serum; beyond these, he carried the Golden Dragon bloodline within him.

The Golden Dragon, hailed as the World Dragon, possessed bloodline power equally astonishing.

These foundations were beyond the comprehension of this barbarian warrior—these were powers foreign to this world, and even if he spoke of them, no one would understand.

Dong Chong felt insulted, his fury intensifying; purple light radiated from his body, and within it, an ancient godly silhouette seemed to awaken, releasing a noble, domineering, primordial aura.

"Our battle is not over, Da Yi," Dong Chong roared to the heavens, his form merging with the ancient godly silhouette.

At this moment, Dong Chong's eyes blazed purple, and a transcendent divinity surged through his entire being.

Li Yi's expression grew grave.

He could tell the other was using some special method to awaken forbidden power locked within his bloodline.

In other words, the opponent was going all out to fight to the death.

If so, Li Yi would show no mercy.

He clenched one fist.

Magic power surged from his acupoints, the Five Elements circulated, and the Dao Art of Turning Rivers into Land was activated.

Five dazzling rays of divine light converged upon his fist, forming the sharpest, purest punch.

This was the Five Elements—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—interwoven and fused.

Before the punch even landed, everything before him seemed torn apart by an invisible blade.

"This punch sends you to your death," Li Yi's form flickered, vanishing from his spot—when he reappeared, he stood directly before Dong Chong.

This punch carried five Dao arts and Long Hu power.

Its strength was no longer comparable to before.

Dong Chong felt the fist that tore through the sky—shocked and enraged—he realized Li Yi had not fought at full strength until now. What was this? He was a Divine Blood warrior, after all!

"Aaah!"

Roaring, Dong Chong's eyes blazed purple; the ancient godly power within his bloodline surged, and his punch struck with earth-shattering force—mere shockwaves overturned nearby houses and flung servants flying.

"The Divine Blood warrior is enraged—everyone, retreat!" someone shouted, warning those nearby to flee.

Those nearby immediately withdrew from the battle center, unwilling to be injured—or killed—by Divine Blood power.

Li Yi said nothing, only thrust forward his fist—the five-colored punch cleaved through all before it like a celestial blade, aiming to split this Divine Blood warrior into fragments, leaving no chance to rise again.

Yet the ancient bloodline power erupted with astonishing force.

The two forces collided, unleashing tremendous disturbances and strange phenomena.

At this moment, nearly half of Beihuang City was startled awake.

(End of Chapter)