Chapter 935: A Single Palm Shatters the Dao Child

Chen Yan was somewhat surprised.

Although the clones created by the 【Calamity Corpse Thousand Shadow Kill】 have a time limit, they possess strength identical to the original body when deployed.

Since Chen Yan entered the Dao, there have only been a few experts encountered who have mastered the 【Calamity Corpse Thousand Shadow Kill】.

Xia Weimin, the Chen Master, and Chen Yan.

But Chen Yan himself can only deploy seven clones at once.

The reason the 【Calamity Corpse Thousand Shadow Kill】 is only a third-tier divine technique is actually because very few people can truly deploy it completely.

Yet Lord Wuhen can deploy hundreds of clones, which is clearly somewhat inconceivable.

Hum!

A crisp sword hum resonated, and a silver light slashed toward Chen Yan.

Chen Yan tilted his body, a sword mark appearing on his chest, but as Chen Yan kicked out with a boom, that clone of Lord Wuhen was directly kicked into an explosion by Chen Yan.

The next instant.

A hundred sword shadows attacked from all directions, and a trace of chaotic dark light welled up in the depths of Chen Yan's eyes.

Hiss!

The malice filling the sky erupted instantly, continuously spreading to form a world of malice with a diameter of tens of thousands of miles.

Lord Wuhen stood within the black mist of malice, his brows furrowed.

His perception was suppressed by the malice in an instant, but he could vaguely see that terrifying figure entrenched within the malice.

Chen Yan reached out a palm and grabbed at the void.

The next moment.

The black liquid of malice condensed continuously, transforming into thousands of twisted spears, their tips aimed at every white-clothed figure.

As Chen Yan flicked his fingertips.

Swish, swish, swish!

Black light intertwined, and the sounds of things being blasted to pieces resonated.

Hum!

A white shadow flickered; Lord Wuhen suddenly attacked, slashing horizontally with his sword.

As Chen Yan raised his right hand, a long spear condensed from malice appeared and thrust upward.

Boom!

The spear and sword collided, instantly exploding into ten thousand streaks of pitch-black lightning.

Lord Wuhen's figure retreated violently.

Slap!

A pair of hands, white as snow, caressed Chen Yan's cheek; Ruan Qingwu had arrived, though it was unknown when.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Pitch-black malice flowed out from Chen Yan's body, instantly corroding Ruan Qingwu's hands.

Beneath the bronze mask, Ruan Qingwu's expression showed pain, yet within her eyes appeared streaks of flowing aura of life and death.

The next instant.

Chen Yan appeared within another world.

Red flowers covering the mountains and plains paved a gorgeous world, petals dancing with the wind like falling red rain.

Countless beauties dressed in red gauze flew through the air, their skirt hems fluttering like burning flowing clouds, their hair adorned with bright red petals, some waving flower cups lightly, others dancing with sleeves unfurled.

They were either Si Wenyi, or San Jin, or Lu Jianxia, or Ke Qingxuan.

Just like this, they surrounded Chen Yan.

With red flowers obscuring his vision, Chen Yan slowly turned his head, and pitch-black malice splashed out instantly, polluting this world.

Boom!

Within the Eighth Refining.

Thick, intertwined malice suddenly erupted from Chen Yan's body.

"Ah!"

Ruan Qingwu was corroded by the malice and retreated violently with a scream.

"Attack!" Ruan Qingwu shouted coldly.

Even though she controlled Chen Yan, Chen Yan's instinctive resistance still burned her.

Within the world of malice.

Lord Wuhen stood holding his sword, clones flying toward him like arcs.

As Lord Wuhen unleashed a sword strike, the sword light from the longswords in the hands of all the clones flowed, converging at the tip of Lord Wuhen's longsword.

It condensed into a gray-white sword Qi.

"This sword, annihilates the Dao!"

Lord Wuhen shouted in a low voice and thrust his sword out.

Hum!

The moment the gray-white sword Qi was slashed out, the heavens and earth suddenly lost their color.

The next instant, it arrived before Chen Yan, thrusting straight at Chen Yan's forehead.

The next moment.

Bang!

Chen Yan, who had been controlled by Ruan Qingwu, reached out a hand and forcibly caught this sword.

"Too late!" Lord Wuhen shouted in a low voice.

Boom!

The sword light shattered, and a gray-white color instantly surged across heaven and earth.

Chen Yan's head tilted back, and an abyssal crack appeared deep within the center of his brow.

Above the firmament.

Flames suddenly surged violently upon the doll woven from black hair.

The speed of the burning suddenly accelerated!

This was because Chen Yan's true self had suffered heavy injuries.

"Now is the time!"

Ruan Qingwu let out a low roar.

Lord Wuhen's eyes narrowed, and the next moment, all his clones charged toward Chen Yan.

Screech!

The Ancient God hissed!

A sense of manic distortion transformed into waves that swept across the world.

The flight speed of the dozens of clones was visibly sluggish.

Chen Yan threw a punch, malice condensing on his fist, the True Martial status vibrating, and a terrifying, massive True Martial force struck out at the same time.

Hum!

Ten thousand streaks of pitch-black light converged, continuously solidifying into a pitch-black orb.

【Decay Control - Holy Condensation Primordial】!

Within that pitch-black orb, it seemed to contain a terrifying power sufficient to corrupt the world.

"Slash!" Lord Wuhen shouted in a low voice.

The true self and the dozens of clones struck with their swords simultaneously.

The next instant, the sword light and the black orb collided.

Silence!

All sound between heaven and earth vanished completely.

The wind stopped, the waves ceased, and even the Ancient God's hissing came to an abrupt halt.

Pitch-black darkness spread continuously, spilling over the world like ink.

Within this ink-like world.

Mountains and rivers disintegrated, rivers evaporated, and the earth peeled away in layers like shattered porcelain.

Ruan Qingwu retreated violently, but the next instant was still engulfed by this black light, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Yun Hai dared not approach; seeing this scene, his breathing trembled.

The next instant.

The darkness vanished.

Each of Lord Wuhen's sword lights rusted and snapped the moment they struck the black light, twisting and dissipating amidst the pollution.

"Pfft!"

Only the last one remained, suddenly spitting blood, with countless dense marks of malicious corrosion appearing on its body.

Ruan Qingwu stood dazed in the void, the shattered mask falling away with a rustle, revealing a pair of eyes filled with endless horror.

Clatter!

Above the firmament.

The flames on the pitch-black doll burned faster and faster, the chest about to be completely burned through.

The vitality on Chen Yan's body grew increasingly faint.

Yet that terrifying pressure of malice overflowed wildly, beyond description.

Heaven and earth fell into a profound silence.

Yet.

Suddenly!

"Silent Night!"

A streak of pure white sword light cut through the void like a meteor from the nine heavens, so fast that only a condensed white trail remained.

Ignoring distance and spatial barriers, there was no sound of breaking through the air.

Between heaven and earth, only the blinding white shadow remained branded in everyone's vision.

Chen Yan still stood in his original spot.

Yet behind him appeared the tall, upright figure of Ying.

With a click.

Ying sheathed his sword and stood still, slowly turning his head to glance sideways at Chen Yan.

"Dust-Slaying!"

Click, click, click!

A white mark appeared on Chen Yan's forehead, growing larger and larger, splitting into spiderweb-like cracks that rapidly spread across Chen Yan's entire body.

Clatter!

The flames on the pitch-black doll surged again, and three limbs rapidly turned into fly ash.

Even the head and the main trunk began to show signs of dissipation.

This scene appeared suddenly.

Leaving even Ruan Qingwu in shock and uncertainty.

Lord Wuhen stared fixedly; signs of shattering had already appeared on Chen Yan's body.

Shadow had been gathering strength for a long time, aiming for a kill in one strike.

This was the strongest assassin of the Evil Realm.

Practicing only one move for fifty thousand years.

"He... is he going to die?"

Mu Yun Hai opened his mouth wide, finding the occurrence of this scene unbelievable.

Shadow looked at Mu Yun Hai indifferently:

"Trash."

The next moment.

Screech!

Billions of sharp shrieks resounded through heaven and earth.

Chen Yan opened his mouth wide, and billions of strands of malice surged out like a torrent, accompanied by the frantic interweaving of the True Martial status.

Malice, True Martial!

And also...

Streaks of blood-red light erupted, constantly interweaving.

Power of Will!

Pitch-black and blood-red collided frantically, spreading continuously, transforming into a massive sphere that enveloped Chen Yan.

Sever the rules!

Sever the rule control of the Ash-Life Binding Puppet over Chen Yan!

"Not good!"

Shadow let out a low shout.

"Die for me!"

A roar resounded.

Boom!

A scorching golden sun burned fiercely, golden radiance pouring down like a waterfall, burning through the firmament, descending from the high heavens!

Above the golden sun, Xuan Yi was bare-chested, his muscles bulging, pushing the great sun horizontally as he crashed toward Chen Yan.

"Attack together!"

The heavily wounded Lord Wuhen let out a low shout and thrust his sword out.

"We absolutely cannot let him sever the rules, otherwise the Ash-Life Binding Puppet will be useless against him!"

Clatter!

Billions of sword lights transformed into a world, stabbing toward Chen Yan.

"All spirits know my intent!"

A delicate shout rang out.

Ruan Qingwu formed seals with both hands, and billions of crimson petals crashed into Chen Yan.

Shadow's breathing hitched, and the long sword in his hand thrust out once more.

Boom!

The great sun condensed from the power of the True Soul collided with the black sphere surrounding Chen Yan.

Billions of red flowers condensed into crimson chains spanning the horizon, attempting to crush the sphere of light, but upon first contact with the black light—

The countless sword lights slashed by Lord Wuhen stabbed onto the sphere of malice.

Shadow thrust his sword, yet was unable to pierce the sphere of malice.

Inside the black sphere.

That person stood calmly; even though his physical body had countless wounds, an even more terrifying might spilled out.

Chen Yan hung his head, white hair falling down, the chaotic vortex within his pupils like two dead, silent black holes.

Malice, gnawing at heaven and earth.

Rumble!

The terrifying shockwave spread continuously, destroying the world.

"It's not working!"

Shadow roared, suddenly seeing someone:

"Mu Yun Hai!"

Mu Yun Hai stood in the distance, watching this scene in terror.

"Mu Yun Hai!"

Ruan Qingwu gritted her silver teeth:

"It's your turn to strike!"

Mu Yun Hai retreated continuously, terror flickering in his eyes:

"No, no, he is an Ancient God, he is an Ancient God!"

"Mu Yun Hai!" The roar resounded, Xuan Yi's eyes turning red:

"If you don't strike, I will surely torture you for billions of years in the future!"

At the same time.

Lord Wuhen's eyes flickered slightly, and streaks of destructive aura erupted from the long sword in his hand.

Hiss!

At this moment, the sphere of malice was actually slashed open with a crack by him.

"Mu Yun Hai, kill him!"

"I..."

Mu Yun Hai spoke with difficulty, his brows tightly furrowed, teeth clenched, his body trembling slightly from the struggle.

Watching Chen Yan inside the sphere of malice, his gaze gradually turned stern and sharp.

"You are, at the very least, the fifteenth... sixteenth strongest in the human world!"

Ruan Qingwu spoke, and at the moment when Mu Yun Hai's mind was at its weakest, she unleashed a sliver of a Rule Martial Art unique to her.

The next moment.

"Chen Yan!"

A roar resounded, and Mu Yun Hai gritted his teeth:

"I am, at the very least, a Dao Child!"

His voice was shrill:

"I am, at the very least, a Dao Child, yet you have destroyed everything I have!"

Mu Yun Hai grew increasingly furious:

"I have plotted for tens of thousands of years; you are absolutely not someone who can stop me!"

Mu Yun Hai let out a ferocious laugh:

"I was faking it before; did you think I was afraid of you!"

"Did you think that as the Fifth Dao Child, I would truly submit to the Ancient God?"

It was as if he were psyching himself up.

The next moment.

Boom!

Streaks of silver light flickered.

Mu Yun Hai's figure rushed through the crack slashed by Lord Wuhen and appeared before Chen Yan.

Terrible rage was still gathering in his eyes, but the instant he locked eyes with Chen Yan.

"Dad!" Mu Yun Hai hurriedly smiled obsequiously:

"Who do you want me to kill first?"

The fear he had suppressed with rage reappeared the moment he came into close contact with Chen Yan.

He chose to test Chen Yan first.

Test him first.

His personality had always been this way; if Chen Yan told him to deal with Xuan Yi and the others, he would immediately attack Chen Yan.

But if Chen Yan did not give him orders.

Then that would mean Chen Yan was still powerful.

At this moment.

Chen Yan stared at Mu Yun Hai.

Mu Yun Hai stared at Chen Yan.

White hair hung down, malice surged on Chen Yan's body, and he remained expressionless throughout.

Then.

He struck out with a palm.

Boom!

A mist of blood drifted, and Mu Yun Hai's headless corpse slowly fell downward.

Mu Yun Hai, dead!

This scene appeared suddenly.

The brains of Xuan Yi and the others crashed.

At this moment, they didn't even have time to be surprised or happy about dividing up Mu Yun Hai's martial path opportunities and martial path memories.

A sense of powerlessness echoed in the hearts of all the Dao Children.

The next moment.

Boom!

A pitch-black shockwave swept across the heavens and earth, and ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers completely disintegrated.

Xuan Yi and the others were sent flying like kites with broken strings, blood spraying across the sky.