Chapter 934: Battle Against the Dao Child

Hum!

The void is trembling, the world is wailing.

Xuan Yi flies out from the shattered rocks of the broken mountain, looking quite disheveled.

Chen Yan stands atop the pitch-black ocean, with countless droplets of malicious black liquid flowing down from his hem.

Like the filth from the dawn of chaos, devouring all light.

The next moment.

Chen Yan reaches out with one hand, and the void before him collapses, like a crack from the beginning of creation, as countless malice pours out from within the rift.

Then, it begins to condense!

【Decay Control - Holy Condensation of the Primordial】!

However, this is a terrifying sphere made entirely of malice.

It grows larger and larger, and a powerful sense of devouring destruction constantly spills outward.

Rumble!

Layers of black light diffuse outward, absorbing all the colors between heaven and earth.

"He is going to destroy this place."

Ruan Qingwu's voice is icy cold as she looks at Mu Yun Hai to the side:

"Mu Yun Hai!"

Mu Yun Hai kneels on the spot, motionless.

He dares not; he truly does not dare to make a move against Chen Yan.

Beneath her bronze mask, Ruan Qingwu grits her teeth.

Behind her, the Ten Thousand Flowers Great Array operates, and strands of life-and-death aura flow crazily, locking onto Chen Yan.

A sense of allure spills out from her body.

【Ten Thousand Spirits Tilt and Cease】!

This is the rule-based martial art she once used against Chen Yan, and it was successful.

This time, she uses it again.

The next moment.

Ruan Qingwu seems to have suddenly appeared in a pitch-black world.

Ruan Qingwu's expression turns cold; she knows she has been locked on.

The next moment.

An eye hangs in the pitch-black world.

The pupil is an unfathomable ink-colored vortex, staring right at Ruan Qingwu.

When this terrifying gaze sweeps over, even the darkness twists and festers.

Ruan Qingwu's body stiffens, and an unknown malice that makes her soul tremble surges into her heart like billions of crawling insects.

At the same time.

Pfft!

Ruan Qingwu spits out a mouthful of bright red blood, her eyes flashing wildly beneath the mask.

She has been gazed upon by an Ancient God.

This momentary gaze just now is enough to suppress an ordinary Eighth-Rank of the human race.

Even for Ruan Qingwu, she must now exhaust everything to resist the waves of madness within her heart.

Xuan Yi's expression is cold and stern; he can feel the endless danger within that pitch-black sphere.

If this were to explode.

Everyone would be severely injured.

The next moment.

Boom!

Xuan Yi stands above the shattered void, and brilliant divine light suddenly erupts from his body.

Phantoms of True Souls roar out, the Fist Soul transforms into crimson battle armor covering his body, and the Sword Soul condenses into frost-white blade patterns wrapping around his arms...

The remaining True Souls decompose into torrents of energy, pouring into his meridians.

Xuan Yi's physical body begins to grow continuously, and an extremely powerful aura erupts from his flesh.

The next instant.

Boom!

By the time he appears, he has already arrived before Chen Yan, striking down with a punch.

Chen Yan condenses 【Decay Control - Holy Condensation of the Primordial】 with his right hand and strikes back directly with his left fist.

Crack!

Cracks in space spread out from where the two fists collide.

Chen Yan's body retreats violently by one step.

Strands of malice grow and penetrate along Xuan Yi's arm like pitch-black vines.

"Return to Ruins!"

Xuan Yi's voice is hoarse; as his body is sent flying, he raises himself, and all the True Soul patterns on his body flash with radiance.

Hum!

Ten thousand streams of light erupt from his body.

Xuan Yi's physical strength continues to strengthen, rise, and strengthen!

As he raised a fist.

Xuan Yi's right hand was like holding a small sun, exploding with endless radiance.

Boom!

He smashed it down at Chen Yan.

Boom!

A golden pillar of light, condensing the power of his entire True Soul, surged straight toward Chen Yan, the void itself scorched away by the searing heat waves.

Chen Yan pushed out his left palm, meeting this golden pillar of light head-on.

"You underestimate me!" Xuan Yi roared angrily.

The next moment.

Boom!

The withered, pitch-black palm collided with the golden pillar of light.

Billions of golden light rays exploded, shooting madly toward the four corners of the heavens.

Rumble!

The golden light rays were like a locust plague, causing the mountains they touched to collapse, the oceans to shatter, and giant waves to smash a thousand miles of coastline!

The earth veins ruptured like torn silk, and magma surged forth, carrying black soil with it.

The world was filled with scenes of destruction.

Xuan Yi's eyes were wide with rage, his hands held in a cupped flower shape; where his palms touched, True Soul golden light erupted, transforming into a golden pillar of light that pressed down once more!

"Kill!!!"

The roar resounded through the sky.

The powerful golden pillar of light surged out again, slamming into Chen Yan's left palm.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sea surface beneath Chen Yan's feet instantly caved in, sending out a ripple of ten-thousand-foot waves.

Chen Yan was continuously driven downward until his feet suddenly touched the seabed.

Crack, crack, crack!

"Ha!!!"

Veins bulged across Xuan Yi's face, his complexion congested with blood; on his body, his protruding abdomen began to sink, and knotted muscles tore through his clothes, revealing his sturdy upper body.

Boom!

The seabed beneath Chen Yan's feet suddenly shattered, and the King of Malice was pushed deep into the earth veins by the power of the True Soul.

Rumble!

The earth veins shifted and collided.

Ten-thousand-mile-long chasms spread continuously, and ten-thousand-foot-high mountains rose from the ground.

Pillars of magma from the earth veins shot up into the sky, and searing firelight occupied everything.

Xuan Yi withdrew his hands, breathing heavily.

His face had become gaunt, and white mist drifted from his entire body.

You may underestimate a Dao Child, but you cannot underestimate a Master of Martial Dao!

The Master of True Intent back then had, after all, fought against Chen Fazheng and Zhuohe Umeng alone.

Though defeated, it was an honorable defeat.

Ruan Qingwu, Lord Wuhen, and other Dao Children looked at Xuan Yi in shock.

What Xuan Yi had just unleashed was the true profound mystery of the Path of True Intent.

Ruan Qingwu parted her red lips, about to say something.

But the eyes beneath her bronze mask suddenly constricted.

Hum!

The pitch-black Malice suddenly appeared beside Xuan Yi.

That supreme existence appeared abruptly, its entire body exuding Malice.

The pitch-black ball of light condensed in Chen Yan's right hand had vanished, and his left arm was completely gone.

But he stood there, and within his white hair, the generation and condensation of Malice sounded out in terrible syllables that seemed capable of shattering the present world.

An endless sense of crisis arrived suddenly.

【World Instant】!

Xuan Yi's eyes constricted.

Yet he saw that Chen Yan was not looking at him; his right hand was raised, his slender fingertips pointed at Xuan Yi.

A point of pitch-black condensed at Chen Yan's fingertip.

Immediately, it shot out abruptly!

Swish!

The pitch-black laser swept across; Xuan Yi tilted his head up, and a bloodstain grazed his forehead, spreading to the top of his head.

The next moment, Xuan Yi's expression turned violent to the extreme:

"Chen!"

Before he could finish, a pitch-black long spear had already appeared in Chen Yan's hand.

It slashed down abruptly toward Xuan Yi, and Xuan Yi raised a fist.

Boom!

Crack!

Xuan Yi's fist suddenly shattered, and the long spear pressed horizontally, exploding Xuan Yi's arm.

Blood sprayed wildly across the sky.

A sharp pain struck, and Xuan Yi could not care to roar, but saw the malicious long spear already slashing horizontally, so he subconsciously raised his arm to block.

The next moment, he felt a powerful sense of impact.

Crack!

Xuan Yi's right arm was instantly severed, and his ribs were fractured at the same time.

Even though Xuan Yi's body was already covered in various True Souls, he still could not block this strike.

Boom!

Xuan Yi exploded backward, sliding across the sky like a falling star, flying an unknown distance.

The strongest combatant had been sent flying just like that, life or death unknown.

"At least..." Ruan Qingwu's body was trembling slightly, and as she spoke these words, an icy aura was exhaled:

"He has been heavily wounded."

Ruan Qingwu's gaze locked onto the place where Chen Yan's arm was severed, where wisps of malicious black mist hung and flowed like a waterfall.

The next moment.

Hum.

A pitch-black doll suddenly appeared.

The pitch-black doll stood silently between heaven and earth, its entire body as black as if dyed with ink, as if woven from countless strands of black hair, its head slightly lowered.

But it was also at this moment.

A sense of connection emerged from within Chen Yan's body.

It was as if he were the doll, and the doll were him.

"Life-Ashen Binding Doll!"

Ying, watching the battle from afar, exclaimed in surprise:

"The eighth divine artifact under heaven, woven from the hair of the Xia Lord!"

The eighth divine artifact under heaven, the Life-Ashen Binding Doll.

It forcibly links with the enemy, suppresses regeneration, and will burn continuously.

When the doll burns to its end.

That is when the powerful enemy falls.

This is a forced rule suppression.

The next moment.

Crack!

The pitch-black doll's left arm suddenly crumbled away.

Wisps of pitch-black flames began to burn upon the doll.

At the same time, Chen Yan could feel his own life force slowly dissipating.

Even the ability for the malice to re-condense had disappeared.

The eighth divine artifact under heaven.

Surprise emerged in Chen Yan's heart.

He did not expect to encounter it in the Evil Realm.

Clearly, this Life-Ashen Binding Doll was quietly applied to Chen Yan by Xuan Yi when he had just attacked Xuan Yi.

Looking at this burning speed.

In less than ten minutes, this doll would automatically burn to nothing.

Moreover, as long as others continued to heavily wound Chen Yan, the doll's burning speed would be even faster.

"Help me hold him off!"

Xuan Yi's roaring voice resounded from the other side of the world, carrying extreme rage.

This was a divine artifact possessed by the Master of True Intent during their lifetime.

However, the Master of True Intent did not like the Life-Ashen Binding Doll very much, preferring their other divine artifact instead.

The sixth divine artifact under heaven, the Inverse Nine Sword.

The Inverse Nine Sword was dismantled, and more of it was scattered in the outside world.

The Master of True Intent chose Shen Yiwei as their successor.

Most of the Inverse Nine Sword was also found by Shen Yiwei.

But the Life-Ashen Binding Doll was linked to the Master of True Intent's divine soul, reincarnating and awakening along with the Master of True Intent.

It was controlled by Xuan Yi.

At this moment, even Xuan Yi had not expected.

The speed at which the doll burned was actually this slow.

Forcibly binding Chen Yan was like binding a world.

This was a divine artifact that had been nurtured by the Master of True Intent with the aura of life and death!

Xuan Yi gritted his teeth; his own state at this moment was actually somewhat poor.

"Cough!"

A mouthful of blood mixed with malicious fragments was spat out by Xuan Yi, and Xuan Yi sat cross-legged, beginning to accumulate his own strength.

"I will block him for you."

An icy voice resounded.

Hum!

The lingering might of the collapse still echoed between heaven and earth; above the ruins interwoven with shattered stones and magma, streaks of sword light suddenly burst through the dust.

Some were like cold stars piercing the night, others like flowing rainbows splitting the sky.

Wuhen Jun flew rapidly toward Chen Yan, his white robes stained with blood:

"Originally, this was prepared for Xuan Yi."

His voice was low.

The next moment.

Within the entire shattered world, hundreds of streaks of sword light suddenly flew over, transforming into white-robed figures in the void.

Hundreds of Qi-blood clones.

The third divine technique under heaven, 【Thousand Shadow Kill of the Calamity Corpse】!

Chen Yan looked indifferently at Wuhen Jun, a feeling both familiar and strange appearing and vanishing in the other's body in an instant.

At the same time.

Inside the gray fog world, the figure originally ranked eighteenth, who had dropped to the twentieth seat because of the promotions of Chen Yan and Mu Yun Hai, began to flicker.

At this moment, it was flickering incessantly, and it sat down in the position of the fourteenth seat.

"I knew it!"

Ruan Qingwu's voice was low.

Seeing this, Chen Fazheng, who was sitting in the center of the lake, frowned.

"When did he learn the Thousand Shadow Kill of the Calamity Corpse?"

Chen Fazheng's beard fluttered, and his eyes gradually turned cold.