Chapter 135

"Fourth battle, begin!"

The grand sound of cosmic principles resonated in the hearts of every being watching this place.

From the human faction, a flash of lightning leapt forth—Qin Qianjue stood firmly at the center of the Fallen God Platform.

He wore a brand-new purple combat suit, its edges embroidered with the Qin family’s unique thunder patterns; his black hair was tied back, his face cold and stern, his eyes sharp as lightning.

Li Jiuyuan’s heroic sacrifice the day before had clearly shaken him deeply; beneath his usual arrogance now lay a hardened resolve.

"Qin Clan, Qin Qianjue!" His voice rang clear, echoing like thunder, his gaze blazing as he locked onto the beast faction, "Who will come to die?!"

No idle words—only pure, direct battle intent.

From the beast faction came a low, muffled roar, like a giant oxhide drum struck.

"Thud… Thud…"

With heavy footsteps, a colossal figure slowly ascended the arena.

It resembled a one-legged giant ox, its entire body covered in thick, bluish-green scales, its skin rough as ancient tree bark. Its head was massive, with a single eye the size of a millstone centered on its forehead, glowing with fierce yellow light.

Most peculiar was its lack of horns—yet an overwhelming, primal aura naturally radiated from its entire being, sending chills through the air.

It was none other than the ancient beast, Kui Niu!

"Beast Clan, Kui Niu, to battle!" Kui Niu’s voice rolled like thunder; its single eye fixed on Qin Qianjue, filled with the indifference of a god looking down on ants.

Its aura was vast and boundless—clearly at the peak of the Wang Hou realm!

Moreover, its demonic energy was denser and heavier than yesterday’s Qin Yan Beast, even more domineering than Huo Dou.

"Kui Niu! It’s Kui Niu!"

"The legendary beast whose voice is thunder, whose eyes are sun and moon, whose passage through water brings wind and rain!"

"Its defense and strength are among the best in the beast realm! Will Qin Qianjue’s thunder arts break through?!"

Worried murmurs rose from the human faction.

Though Qin Qianjue was strong, against this ancient beast descendant famed for defense and raw power, whether his speed advantage could be utilized, or his thunder arts could land effectively, remained uncertain.

Jiang Xia’s gaze grew grave; his Sharingan activated silently as he carefully observed the flow of Kui Niu’s energy.

"Its energy core is extremely condensed, nearly permeating every scale—its defense has virtually no blind spots. And… the field around it is strange—it seems to warp incoming attacks."

Ye Ting, Lu Wujiu, and others also wore solemn expressions. The beasts had sent Kui Niu for one clear purpose: to crush this match with absolute power and defense, reversing their string of defeats.

On the arena, Qin Qianjue felt the crushing pressure of Kui Niu’s presence, like a mountain bearing down—his pupils contracted slightly, then were replaced by even fiercer battle intent.

"Kui Niu? Perfect—I’ll test my newly awakened thunder art on Itachi!" Qin Qianjue snarled, striking first!

He knew he could not afford to be passive against such an opponent.

"Thunder Art—Sacred Thunder Spear!"

He extended two fingers like a blade; his thunder spiritual energy surged wildly. A dazzling blue lightning spear instantly coalesced, piercing toward Kui Niu’s massive single eye at a speed too fast for the naked eye to track.

It moved at absolute speed—this was Qin Qianjue’s confidence.

Yet, facing this lightning-fast strike, Kui Niu did not dodge or evade—only its single eye blinked slightly.

"Hum!"

A pale yellow, almost solid halo expanded outward from its body, forming a thick force-field barrier.

"Ssshhhh!"

The Thousand Birds Spear slammed into the barrier, erupting in violent energy fluctuations and blinding sparks.

The barrier shuddered violently, rippling in waves—but it did not shatter.

The spear’s power was drastically weakened and scattered by the strange field, finally leaving only a deep indentation before dissipating entirely.

"What?!" Qin Qianjue’s expression shifted.

His attack, condensed to seventy percent of his strength, hadn’t even fully breached the barrier? Kui Niu’s defense was absurdly overpowered!

"A mosquito’s scratch," Kui Niu rumbled in mockery, its yellow eye flashing.

"War Trample!"

Its pillar-like single leg lifted high, then slammed down onto the arena floor!

"Boom!!!"

The entire Fallen God Platform trembled violently! A visible earth-yellow shockwave, mixed with violent sonic waves and brutal physical force, erupted outward in a ring—space itself warped slightly where it passed.

The attack covered an enormous area, engulfing nearly the entire arena—there was nowhere to dodge.

Qin Qianjue felt an irresistible force, coupled with deafening sound waves, crash into him. His protective thunder aura flickered wildly, his blood surged chaotically, and he was helplessly blasted backward dozens of meters, barely stabilizing himself—his throat tightened, a trickle of blood seeped from his lips.

Merely the residual shockwave of one stomp had left him lightly wounded!

"Incredible power!" Qin Qianjue was stunned. Kui Niu’s attacks were catastrophic—simple, brutal, yet devastatingly effective.

"I can’t block its direct strikes!" Qin Qianjue instantly changed tactics, his body turning into a streak of lightning as he began circling Kui Niu at high speed, searching for weak points in its defense.

"Thunder Art—Nine Thunder Needles!"

He pushed his speed to its limit, leaving afterimages across the arena, while his hands flickered rapidly, launching countless fine thunder needles like a rainstorm toward every joint, scale seam, and potential vulnerability on Kui Niu’s body.

"Ting ting tang tang…"

Yet the needles struck Kui Niu’s bluish-green scales and mostly sparked off harmlessly, unable to pierce the armor.

The few aimed at vulnerable areas like eyelids were either swiftly closed or blocked by the pale yellow force field.

Kui Niu’s single eye turned coldly, tracking Qin Qianjue’s rapid movements, seemingly unconcerned.

"Your speed is decent—but your attacks… too weak," it said, lifting its leg once more.

"Boom!!!"

Another War Trample!

This time, Qin Qianjue was prepared—he used his thunder dash to evade the core of the shockwave the instant Kui Niu lifted its leg, but the peripheral vibrations still disrupted his breath.

He realized: this wouldn’t work. His attacks couldn’t break through, and though Kui Niu seemed slow, its War Trample had enormous range and minimal cost—he couldn’t hold out forever.

"I need a stronger attack—focused on one point!"

Qin Qianjue’s eyes hardened. He halted his harassment, froze midair, and rapidly formed hand seals before his chest. Thunder energy erupted around him—his hair stood on end, crackling with lightning.

"Thunder Art—Crimson Thunder Prison!"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Several silver thunder chains, as thick as barrels, descended from the sky—not to strike directly, but instantly coiling around Kui Niu’s limbs (though it had only one leg, its form still had analogous support points) and body, unleashing intense paralysis and binding force.