Chapter 205: Decisive Battle Reaches White Heat (Please Subscribe)

【Age: 31/493】

【Spirit Root: Low Grade】

【Cultivation: Golden Core Initial Stage (0/100)】

【Technique: Firm Spirit Art (Perfected to the Extreme)】

【Spells: Earth Cannon Spell (Perfected to the Extreme), Flying Sand Spell (Perfected to the Extreme), Breath Concealment Spell (Perfected to the Extreme), Earth Armor Spell (Mastery 310/3000), Hundred Control Spell (Minor Achievement 0/10000), Fire Ignition Spell (Mastery 50/3000)】

【Divine Ability: Burying Death, Flourishing Life (Proficient 0/50)】

【Hundred Arts: Gathering Appraisal (Minor Achievement 0/100), Culinary Cooking (Mastery 0/300), Spirit Seeking (Minor Achievement 0/100), Artifact Refining (Proficient 0/50)】

State is at its best, momentum is at its peak!

Du En stood up straight, took off his Lacquer Shadow Dharma Robe and put it away, and threw his storage bag directly onto the ground.

As it hit the ground, there was a 'thud'.

Like a signal, the vision of the crowd instantly recovered, only to see that within those calm eyes, the golden glow had not yet dissipated, exceptionally sharp, and difficult to look at directly!

The battle begins!

Boom!

The light prism cylinder shattered, the light source vanished abruptly, but the next moment, countless streams of light exploded forth.

There was no need for words; from the very start, it was white-hot!

And the changes in the battlefield situation developed exactly as the meaning implied by Du En's pre-battle actions!

Meng Changqing would join the other guards to besiege the Emissary, as for the other seven hundred or so people, he would handle them alone!

Du En was seen stepping through the void, charging straight out.

The armored soldiers were brave and fearless of death; although they felt instinctive alarm, they still silently unleashed their moves. The strike they had been accumulating and brewing was now unleashed, extremely pure and powerful.

It was light; there were streams of light that, at this very moment, actually converged into a tide of light!

It brought new brightness, passing directly over Tang Yiping in the air, and lunged straight at Du En.

At this moment, the General Manager of the outer city of Nanmo Border City, a stubborn and incompetent person who had completely looked down on Du En in the past, faced the opponent who was stepping through the air toward him, and only saw a curtain of burning fire and flying sand rising slowly yet rapidly from behind him, causing him to tremble with fear.

"I, I, I am at the middle stage, and have advanced further, I shall naturally take your head!"

Screaming sharply, Tang Yiping's voice was thin and long, like a woman's, squeezing out all his strength. One could only see a point of light shining from his lower dantian, like the light of a bright moon, which then induced a humming from his middle dantian, and was then stained with a halo of light.

The two palaces resonated together, and his Dharma power surged wildly.

At this very moment, the curtain of burning fire and flying sand had already collided directly with the tide of light. In a silent roar, the sand shattered and the light vanished, the fire devoured and the tide drowned, both returning to nothingness.

Tang Yiping managed to fill the gap just in time; in the center of his eyes was unconcealable fear, and on the outer layer, the excitement of madness!

Facing Du En, who seemed to have been blocked and stopped, he exerted all his strength to unleash his full-power strike!

Dharma power surged like a roaring tide; it was no longer the previous light flow like a tide, but a true torrent, like a narrow mountain path erupting with a terrifying flash flood, roaring as it rushed out from the fist he threw!

Blood was mixed within it, because Tang Yiping was reckless now, not caring even if his arm shattered!

There was moonlight hidden in the middle, with a lunar halo swirling like blade light, coming along with the torrent.

Clearly, he was already gambling with his life, bringing out his Golden Core from the start, determined to blast and kill Du En, whose advance had been hindered, right here!

"Die for me!!!!!"

The only answer to his shrill cry was a fist.

Firm Spirit crystallized, bursting with golden light, seemingly surrounded by stardust, dreamlike and illusory, directly and forcibly intercepting the flash flood, tearing apart the lunar halo, and blasting the moonlight to pieces!

Does the glow of the moon dare to compete with the scorching sun for the sky?

As they brushed past each other, Tang Yiping's shrill cry ceased, and his corpse fell silently from the air.

At this moment, no one cared about his life or death; Du En continued to advance, his momentum, which had been slightly hindered, becoming even stronger, lunging straight ahead.

The seven hundred armored soldiers felt no fear; their energy connected, their minds were one, and their Dharma power aggregated, having already brewed a new offensive.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Under the combined effort of the secret technique, that formless momentum actually condensed into shape, suddenly crashing down in front of Du En's advance.

His feet landed, causing the already devastated land to surge as if boiling.

Six hands held weapons—saber, spear, sword, halberd, ge-dagger-axe, and mace—each comparable to a third-grade mid-tier Dharma artifact.

That massive, solid armored body was dozens of zhang tall and several zhang thick, with only an ancient seal script deeply carved onto a blank, hollow mask.

Fight!

Du En was not moved, not panicked, just charging head-on, relying on his Firm Spirit body, shimmering stardust power, and scorching sun Golden Core light, using the most simple and unadorned high-speed advancing attack posture, stepping on the rising momentum to clash head-on with it.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

When Fu Yong came back to his senses, what he heard was a sound like a cluster of thunderstorms.

Am I not dead yet?

Of course not dead.

A voice seemed to ring out in his heart.

It was a female voice, the tone brooking no doubt.

Therefore, even though he had lost the struggle and should have died, he was still alive, had still broken through to the Golden Core stage, and his state was at its peak perfection, even better than his own breakthrough; it could be said that he was realizing his Dao foundation, fully excavating all his potential, and ranking among the strong first-class level.

Because he was still needed here.

So he looked up blankly.

Boom!

A massive arm slammed down beside him, bringing with it a violent storm, making his robes scream, making it hard to stand still, and finally, after plowing a deep trench, it shattered quietly, as if it had never existed.

Fu Yong opened his eyes wide and saw that the battle formation, condensed from momentum, fighting intent, Dharma power, and secret techniques—a terrifying collection capable of easily crushing a second-rate Golden Core middle-stage cultivator like Tang Yiping—was being violently torn apart by Du En.

He was truly unstoppable, stubbornly stepping on the air, advancing step by step; his pace never changed, always calm, so calm it made one's blood run cold, such that even the death warriors finally felt an instinctive cowardice and fear.

And so, they were defeated and shattered!

The offensive brewed by the seven hundred armored soldiers had been crushed head-on!

With their secret technique broken and their resolve shaken, even though the backlash was shared among seven hundred people, if Du En could charge in now, it would be like a wolf king breaking into a flock of chicks, directly slaughtering them all!

"So, that is why I am needed now..."

Fu Yong suddenly understood, stood up straight, his heart filled with many emotions, and let out a long roar toward the sky that shook the air for ten miles.

He directly self-detonated the Golden Core he had just formed, in order to obtain a momentary power that transcended his rank!

With shattered gold and flowing fire covering his body, the next moment, he had already lunged forward to intercept Du En, wishing to interrupt his momentum of striding straight ahead.

"I don't think you need to do this."

"You don't understand anything at all!"

"It is you who are being too presumptuous."

"Enough nonsense!"

Boom!

The two directly punched at each other.

Du En's forward momentum was actually blocked by this desperate strike, and because of this, the seven hundred armored soldiers were able to catch a breath and were currently rapidly regrouping.

(End of chapter)