Chapter 933: Sweeping Through the Emperor Realm, Suppressing All the Strong of the World

The scene changed abruptly; Chen Yan stood above an infinite star abyss, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood hanging upside down beneath his feet.

Countless twisted figures crawled out from the blood pool, emitting sharp, delirious whispers:

"You will eventually fall into becoming a true Ancient God!"

"The Xia Lord is using you!"

"The human race should have been extinct long ago!"

"Think of your younger sister, your father!"

The sixth level, the pinnacle of will.

The malicious black robes vibrated violently, yet Chen Yan remained unmoved.

This trial tested one's will, but before Chen Yan.

In this world, who would still dare to speak of the word "will"?

Chen Yan waved one hand.

Boom!

The mountain of corpses and sea of blood suddenly solidified, and all illusions were frozen into gray-white silhouettes.

Crack!

The entire star abyss shattered like a mirror.

The sixth level, passed!

Fast!

Fast to the extreme.

The trial of the pinnacle of will had only just appeared before it vanished.

In the Central Divine Soil, Chen Fazheng, sensing this scene, felt his pupils shrink.

That Chen Yan could clear the level like this meant Chen Yan's will was far above that of the level's designer.

Even though Chen Fazheng had not entered the trial, he still felt a sense of being crushed by Chen Yan.

"Is this brat really an Ancient God or not?"

Chen Fazheng began to doubt reality.

He didn't understand it.

He truly didn't understand it.

It was too difficult.

"Say something, at least."

Inside the Nine Refinements of the Emperor Realm, Chen Fazheng's voice echoed.

Chen Yan did not answer; he took a step and had already arrived on a pitch-black battlefield.

The ground was paved with countless weapon fragments; blades and swords hummed, and fist imprints and chisel marks covered the void.

Suddenly, a blurred figure condensed from the chaos, transforming into a pitch-black outline identical to Chen Yan's physique.

"The pinnacle of technique is nothing but battle."

The seventh level, the pinnacle of technique!

The most primitive combat, the simplest punches and kicks, yet the simpler something is, the more profound the technique it contains.

Boom!

The figure erupted, a whip kick tearing through the airflow, lashing toward Chen Yan's neck like black lightning across the sky.

Chen Yan turned sideways and raised his arm to block, malice surging from his elbow, but the figure's other hand intercepted his wrist bone with a precise knife-hand strike.

Bang!

Both retreated three steps simultaneously, the weapon fragments beneath their feet exploding into fine powder.

A simple impact, a simple collision.

But the mystery of technique often lies in the slightest of differences.

This is actually somewhat interesting.

Since Chen Yan entered the Dao, the number of teachings he had received was countless.

Deep within his heart, he had long since mastered the most primitive Dao essence of martial arts.

But Chen Yan was by no means a martial arts grandmaster.

Chen Yan was clear on this.

In the most primitive martial arts, Lu Xunyang was still stronger than him.

The next moment.

The figure suddenly changed its stance, fist turning into a claw, fingertips wreathed in spiral black mist as it dug toward Chen Yan's heart.

Chen Yan did not retreat, instead forming his own five fingers into a claw to lock against it.

Crack!

The moment their ten fingers intertwined, space cracked like glass.

The figure launched a surprise knee strike, but Chen Yan was half a step faster, bending his knee to counter-strike its shin, using the force to spin his body and bringing down a roundhouse kick like a battle axe.

The figure crossed its arms to take the blow head-on, but was smashed with such immense force that its feet sank three feet into the ground.

The next instant.

Chen Yan pressed forward, his right fist filled with malice as he slammed it toward the opponent's face.

The figure did not dodge; as its head tilted back, its left fist shot out from bottom to top, aiming straight for Chen Yan's throat.

Chen Yan vanished suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was already airborne, stepping on the figure's knee joint while his hands locked onto its crown, slamming it fiercely into the earth.

Boom!

Amidst the shaking of mountains and the trembling of the earth, the figure exploded into a sky full of black rain.

The same power, the same speed, the same internal energy, the same agility.

What Chen Yan and the figure were dueling with was technique!

Not a divine skill like 【World Instant】.

Nor any one of the three great auxiliary martial Daos.

But combat technique!

It was just that, for Chen Yan, this figure was still a bit weak.

Cleared the level.

Next level.

Eighth Layer, The Pinnacle of Combat!

Within the Eighth Refinement.

Hum!

A flash of white light flickered, and Shadow suddenly transformed into a streak of light, sweeping across the firmament.

Xuan Yi tilted his body, but a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

Xuan Yi's right leg suddenly lashed out in a side kick, instantly slamming into the body of the incoming Shadow.

Boom!

Shadow was sent flying directly, smashing through a giant mountain.

Xuan Yi wiped the blood from his neck and frowned:

"Shadow, in these fifty thousand years, is this the only move you know?"

Pfft!

Shadow spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out from the shattered ground, looking extremely disheveled, offering no reply.

Xuan Yi was still too strong.

That strike just now had been the easiest moment she had found to assassinate Xuan Yi.

Clatter!

High in the distant sky.

A giant sword took form; Lord Wuhen stood upon the hilt of the giant sword, sword light erupting from his eyes, ready to kill Xuan Yi in the next moment.

On the distant horizon.

Behind Ruan Qingwu, ten thousand flowers gathered, condensing into a complex grand array; the swirling runes and floral fragrance intertwined, majestic yet eerie.

"Come!"

Xuan Yi sneered: "Come, all of you!"

Yet, at this very moment.

Hum!

The giant sword hummed, and that long sword spanning heaven and earth actually let out a mournful cry that sounded like a gasp.

Lord Wuhen's pupils constricted slightly.

Crack, crack, crack!!!

Behind Ruan Qingwu, above the Ten Thousand Flower Array, the light screen woven by the red light bursting from the pistils began to tremble.

Xuan Yi frowned.

He felt a strong sense of crisis approaching.

Strong!

Extremely strong!

Hum, hum, hum!

Between heaven and earth, the air seemed to begin to vibrate.

Above the sea, the previously calm sea surface suddenly began to bubble like boiling water.

Mu Yun Hai widened his eyes, looking back and forth, his mouth gradually hanging open, a feeling of suffocation washing over him.

The familiar feeling had arrived.

That deadly, terrifying pressure.

To the point that Mu Yun Hai dared not flee.

Sss...

A sound similar to ice and fire colliding rang out.

At a certain point in space, pitch-black slime burned through the void and slowly dripped down.

The scar in that space seemed to melt, slowly expanding.

Sss, sss, sss...

Wisps of black-gray malicious fly-ash descended from the firmament.

The entire world gradually dimmed.

Some terrifying existence was gradually gnawing away at the light.

"It's here..."

Mu Yun Hai's mouth hung open, his body trembling as he stared toward the void:

"It's here!"

His voice was piercingly sharp, his face twisted.

The pitch-black slime dripped from the void crack, and the moment it touched the sea surface, the entire battlefield of raging waves suddenly fell into absolute silence.

Contamination.

A powerful contamination struck.

The entire Eighth Refining was developing toward some unknowable, treacherous direction.

Ruan Qingwu's body stiffened, standing blankly on the spot.

The space for a hundred miles around twisted and deformed like crumpled parchment.

Malice was permeating this world.

The next moment.

A figure wrapped in black mist slowly stepped into this world.

Beneath his feet, the ocean instantly turned into a surging torrent of malice.

As he stepped, every footfall left honeycomb-shaped corrosive holes in the void.

He hung his head, white hair draped over his shoulders.

Crystals at the tips of his hair constantly flaked off, exploding into twisted spatial ripples as they hit the ground.

Xuan Yi stared fixedly at Chen Yan.

This was the first time he had faced Chen Yan directly.

But this intense pressure of malice struck, actually causing his lips to tremble slightly.

The next moment.

"Master of the Array!" Xuan Yi shouted in a low voice:

"I need an explanation."

"Kill him." Chen Fazheng's voice sounded:

"The strongest Dao Child, if you cannot defeat a pseudo-Ancient God, what future is there to speak of?"

Chen Fazheng's voice was somewhat low.

Chen Yan was currently only the Sixth Strongest.

In his plan, the strongest Dao Child was supposed to face a true Ancient God status alone.

If he retreated now.

He, Chen Fazheng, would be a joke.

Five Dao Children, could they not defeat one Chen Yan?

Hum!

Space seemed to freeze.

The unknown existence surrounded by malice was still standing above the ocean of malice, when a long sword had already appeared beside his neck.

At the end of the sword hilt was the hand of Lord Wuhen.

Lord Wuhen had arrived without anyone knowing when, this sword pointing straight at Chen Yan's neck.

Fast!

So fast that time could be considered to have vanished.

So fast that this scene appeared suddenly, as if interweaving reality and illusion.

Yet in the next instant.

Traces of corrosion by malice appeared on the silvery-white long sword, and the blade was eroded away in an instant.

Until the long sword slashed across Chen Yan's neck.

Whoosh!

It scattered into the void like shattered rotten wood.

A sense of ominousness struck instantly; Lord Wuhen's pupils constricted slightly, his fingertips pointed, and sword light flickered.

Boom!

A muffled sound rang out.

Lord Wuhen was blasted away directly by a kick from Chen Yan, his body folding in half, scraping against the ocean of malice and plowing out two ten-thousand-foot waves.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out from Lord Wuhen's mouth.

In just an instant, he felt he was going to die.

Chen Yan's strength was a bit beyond his imagination.

Boom!

A mountain!

To be precise, it was a True Soul of a mountain peak smashing toward Chen Yan.

Xuan Yi pushed the mountain with one palm, his white robes billowing, a powerful aura exploding outward.

The mountain soul pushed horizontally, shattering space.

The powerful wind and waves struck Chen Yan's face directly, blowing away the black robe of malice on Chen Yan's body.

But those dark, chaotic pupils just looked on calmly, extending a withered, slender right hand.

Boom!

Chen Yan did not move at all, holding back the smashing mountain soul with a single palm.

"Kill!"

Xuan Yi pushed the mountain, his roar resounding!

But on the other side, Chen Yan remained motionless, and even the seawater beneath his feet had not stirred a single ripple.

Clang!

A sound of sword ringing resonated.

A thousand miles away.

Ying bent her knees and pushed off the ground, her posture lowered like a coiled black panther; as her right hand drew the long sword at her waist, the moment the cold glint broke from the scabbard, it already condensed an indescribable sharpness.

She was a hunter, looking for an opportunity.

Yet at this very instant.

Ying's pupils contracted wildly.

Chen Yan was slowly looking toward her.

That white-haired old man draped in a long robe of malice was like a fallen emperor, his chaotic gaze sweeping indifferently over Ying.

In an instant.

Ying felt as if she heard the sound of her brains boiling.

Endless fear struck!

She would die, she would die, she would die!

Cold sweat instantly erupted on Ying's forehead, and she felt a threat to her life.

The next moment.

Sss, sss, sss!

That single palm resisting the giant Mountain Soul, the pitch-black malice, however, covered it instantly like maggots on bone.

The giant Mountain Soul gradually turned pitch-black.

The next moment.

Boom!

It shattered directly.

Xuan Yi, who had been pushing the mountain, lost his force and was about to steady his figure.

Yet, a human figure suddenly appeared before him.

That figure stood just like that before Xuan Yi's eyes, like a flickering silhouette, and vanished again the next instant.

Boom!

A heavy blow slammed instantly into Xuan Yi's abdomen.

Rumble!

Xuan Yi was kicked away by the immense force, smashing through a great mountain.

Caw!

The entire world rang with billions of frenzied roars.

Mu Yun Hai's body trembled, unable to make any move to resist, and he knelt prostrate on the ground.

He appeared suddenly, bringing with him an irresistible, great terror.