Chapter 129

Dongfang Jie demands Dongfang Wuji settle the battle quickly! Today the impostor Zhang Gonggong has already disturbed Dongfang Jie's mind; he must set out for the imperial capital at once to eliminate this great threat.

Dongfang Wuji raises both hands, palms facing, gathering a stream of black true qi in his palms, which then engulfs him from the palms outward.

The earth shakes, the mountains sway, the sea waves rise and fall.

Endless demonic qi pours in from nowhere, flooding into Dongfang Wuji's both hands and then spreading throughout his body!

The demonic qi, channeled through Dongfang Wuji's hands, is completely transformed by him, making his figure seem to expand millions of times, yet he merely stands there!

A black sphere obscures the bright sky, endless demonic qi shrouds the world, as if hell and heaven were inverted, a veritable doomsday scene.

"Formless Demon Art!" Yanshan Hai cries out in despair.

"Hahaha! Today I die, but with so many heroes beside me, even Tie Gang won't be lonely on the Yellow Springs Road!" Tie Gang laughs loudly; better to laugh than to face fear.

The legendary "Formless Demon Art" was created by Dongfang Wuji three hundred years ago, a secret treasure not to be passed down of the Dongfang Clan! "Formless and traceless, the demon king's skill!" It is this divine ability that let Dongfang Wuji slay from Dong Hai to the Western Desert, growing stronger with each kill, unstoppable!

"Hahaha! You all go die!" Dongfang Jie laughs maniacally! Under the endless demonic qi, that is his ferocious smile! How much he has sacrificed! If he gains no reward, how miserable it would be!

Dongfang Wuji gathers all his strength for this final strike! Even Sevenfold Heaven masters can exhaust their power, but the battle is nearing its end!

Dongfang Wuji lifts his chest high; the black true qi lifts his whole body! His feet gradually leave the ground, rising higher and higher!

It surpasses half a person, then a whole person, then the village's thatched huts, gradually becoming a dot in the sky.

Dongfang Jie gazes up at Dongfang Wuji, as if beholding a work of art he himself has painstakingly carved for many years.

"Is that the legendary flight?" Duan Sheng asks.

"Void Control Technique!" the Western Region Sword Demon exclaims in astonishment.

That is not only their dream, but the dream of every martial practitioner, even of every ordinary person.

Flying, what a feeling!? Soaring between heaven and earth, enjoying the vastness of heaven and earth, weaving through cloud layers, gently touching the softness of clouds. Like a light bird, fluttering its wings, pausing anywhere, in its eyes there are no longer insurmountable mountains, no longer uncrossable great rivers!

Breaking free from gravity's shackles, swift beyond any limit—how could legs or horses achieve that?

A lifetime's dream! Dongfang Wuji indeed stood atop the firmament, trampling every person beneath his feet. To him, all things were mere ants!

"Ugh ah ah ah!" Dongfang Wuji, from his resurrection last night until now, made his first sound—a low, bone-deep roar; the earth sank heavily, as if it would collapse in his roar!

Dongfang Wuji's eyes burst open! He flailed wildly! The demonic sphere in his palm grew ever larger—so huge it was inconceivable; even his massive stature seemed tiny before it, shrinking to a mere point.

What exactly does that demonic sphere contain?

This is absolutely the strongest power anyone has ever seen! So strong it defies belief, so strong it can destroy heaven and earth! They are about to watch themselves and this land be buried alive!

"Everyone, now is not the time to wait for death! Give it your all for a final stand! Even in death we must die standing!" Yanshan Hai cheered everyone, he took the lead, brandishing his sword, sending forth the Song Mountain sword!

"Die standing! For everyone!" Shang Rong Shi Tai sent forth the Heng Mountain sword!

Hu Long sent forth the Tai Mountain sword.

Linghu Shang sent forth the Hua Mountain sword.

"Really, truly no chance left!?" Luo Qing Kui sent forth the Qing Mountain sword!

Tie Gang offered up his tattered iron armor.

Ou Yangzhuo unleashed the "Blazing Wind Palm".

Nan Zhongyi sent forth the long spear.

Duan Sheng sent forth the greatsword.

"Damn it, when have I ever suffered such insolence!" The Ximo Sword Demon sent forth the Bloodthirsty Sword!

Ye Wuming unleashed his palm.

"Hong Lai, brother, I will avenge you!" Hong Liang threw a punch, "Did you ask me before killing my brother?"

Hu Bao threw a punch.

United as one, even metal and stone can be split.

Thirteen brilliant rays of light rose from the ground, gathered in midair, joined together, and shot toward the firmament!

All for this final stand; they pooled all their remaining strength and charged toward Dongfang Wuji in the sky—even if he hid above, they would strike him down!

Dongfang Wuji exerted all his strength, swinging his arms; only to see the pitch-black demonic sphere, after parting the clouds, fly downward, opposing the force rising from below!

"Boom! Bang!"

Everyone gave their all in a single move; Dongfang Wuji struck with all his might.

"Boom! Rumble rumble!"

"Bang……"

The sound was loud enough to shatter eardrums.

A power surpassing everything erupted from the light and the demonic sphere.

The sea level of Dong Hai instantly dropped by several tens of inches, extending unseen, as seawater was continually blasted outward! Countless fish and shrimp surged to the surface, then were ground into powder.

The flora along the shore fared even worse, directly ground to powder! The coast collapsed in sections, the empty thatched huts turning to ash.

It was as if they had endured an earthquake or a tsunami; this expanse bounded by sea underwent an unprecedented calamity.

The calamity had not yet ended.

The two forces remained locked in a stalemate.

The thirteen peerless masters had nowhere to retreat; each exerted his utmost strength merely to survive. Several of them had their knees submerged in the shattered ground, half their bodies embedded in it! Without the earth supporting them, they would have collapsed to their knees instantly.

"Ugh ah ah ah!" Dongfang Wuji roared again, but this time his roar mingled with a pained wail—he too was suffering!

Under Dongfang Wuji's shroud, Dongfang Jie was not affected by the mighty force, yet his face was tense, fearing any mishap; gazing upon the devastated settlement, a thrill rose in his heart as he thought the Dongfang Clan would finally break free from Dong Hai!

But this battle must be won!

The two forces reached equilibrium, the balance stable; for a moment none could break it.

If it were those people from three hundred years ago, Dongfang Wuji would have ended the fight long ago.

Perhaps Dongfang Wuji himself was puzzled, truly—does one era triumph over another?

Dongfang Jie also took action! He could not allow any mishap! He could not allow his great undertaking to suffer harm!

"Formless Devil Technique!" Dongfang Jie roared, fighting side by side with his ancestors! He leapt from the ground toward the enemies.

Everyone was shocked; they were entangled by Dongfang Wuji, unable to free their hands! Faced with the mighty Dongfang Jie, they could only await death!