Chapter 742

He swallowed.

He only felt that the scene before his eyes was somewhat inconceivable.

He could not imagine at all what had actually happened to Jiang Chen in the short span of a few months.

That such an enormous change could actually occur.

His strength was so great that he could even clash with the True Monarch of Ten Thousand Manifestations, and instead of being swiftly defeated, they fought to a standstill, evenly matched, with no clear victor!

At this moment, a seemingly impossible thought suddenly surged into his mind.

Could Jiang Chen really win?

Could he truly, at an age of less than twenty, defeat a being of the Ten Thousand Manifestations realm?

"If that's really the case, then that would be truly extraordinary..."

Ding Xuan's chest rose and fell continuously, his small heart pounding wildly.

One must know that such a thing in itself would be enough to be called a "miracle," a "legend," even a "myth"!

At least within the lands of the Nine Nations and the Moon Radiance Imperial Dynasty, such a thing had never occurred!

Therefore, one could well imagine.

Once today's events spread.

Jiang Chen's name would surely no longer be confined merely to the Nine Nations.

His fame spreading through the Moon Radiance Imperial Dynasty, leaping forth to become the strongest prodigy of this realm — all would be a foregone conclusion!

On the other side.

Unlike Ding Xuan's excited display.

Nangong Feiyu's complexion was undoubtedly far more sullen.

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart uneasy beyond measure.

He had never dreamed that a young man who had casually walked out from the Jiang clan of Cangwu could actually trade blows evenly with his own clan's Old Ancestor.

One must know that this person was not even that Jiang clan Patriarch!

Even so, he could still entangle his own clan's Old Ancestor for so long.

If it were truly the stronger Jiang clan Patriarch, Jiang Daoxuan, who stepped in instead, what would the outcome be then?

Originally, he had held ample confidence in his Old Ancestor's strength.

But after witnessing the great battle between the two, his heart had become somewhat uncertain.

At the same time.

High above.

In the span of a short time.

Nangong Zhantian and Jiang Chen had already exchanged several hundred moves!

At this moment, Nangong Zhantian truly felt his heart grow more and more alarmed with every exchange.

He finally understood why the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was called the "Supreme Physique"!

Why cultivators who possessed this physique were crowned with titles such as peerless monster, invincible one, bearing the bearing of a Great Emperor!

Simply because once ordinary attacks landed on the opponent's body, they could not even breach his defense!

If martial techniques and spells were employed, they could at most leave some shallow external wounds on the opponent's body.

Taking everything into account, it could be seen that the opponent's physical body was already no weaker than a Heaven-grade magic treasure!

What made Nangong Zhantian feel even more vexed was.

Even though he deployed various trump cards — martial techniques, spells, divine abilities taking turns — and by luck managed to grievously wound the opponent.

The opponent, by some unknown means, could within the span of a single breath restore his own injuries, and his condition would rapidly return to its peak; his strength did not decline even in the slightest, still remaining at his full prime!

Beyond all this, the opponent had also, along the way, summoned a formless sword to launch various attacks against him!

After witnessing that incomparably powerful edge easily tear apart his own primal-force barrier.

Nangong Zhantian no longer dared to take the attacks head-on!

He understood perfectly in his heart that if things continued like this, he was likely to fall at the opponent's hands.

Thus, Nangong Zhantian immediately executed an escape art, fleeing to a distance of a thousand meters!

Immediately after, he steadied his form and shot Jiang Chen a vicious glare: "You brat, you're truly sinister! I did underestimate you, but from here on, I won't!"

In order to firmly establish the outcome of the battle.

He could no longer be bothered to care about bullying the young with his greater age, and directly deployed his own Sacred Weapon: the "Eight Wastes Sword"!

In an instant, flowing light radiated in all directions.

A crimson ancient sword materialized before Nangong Zhantian.

He spread his five fingers and gripped the sword hilt.

Boom!!

A towering might swept out in all directions, shrouding the skies above!

For a time, everyone present could clearly sense a terrifying aura so powerful it was somewhat suffocating!

The higher echelons of the Nangong clan exchanged glances, their hearts chilling.

They understood that their own Old Ancestor had already been forced by this Jiang clan youth to the point of having to deploy the Sacred Weapon left behind by the Progenitor!

And at this moment, the people of the Jiang clan of Cangwu, seeing this scene, all felt indignant!

Originally, Jiang Chen's — their clansman's — cultivation base was already inferior to the opponent's, putting him at a disadvantage.

Now, after much difficulty, he had finally gained a slight upper hand.

This Ten Thousand Manifestations cultivator had already benefited from the advantage in cultivation base, yet still wished to summon a magic treasure!

And judging from the might displayed by this magic treasure, it was at the very least of the Heaven grade!

The situation that follows is likely to see a reversal.

At this rate, the clan brother is in danger now.

At this moment, high in the sky above.

Watching Nangong Zhantian wield the Eight Desolations Sword, an astonishing pressure erupting from his entire body.

Jiang Chen's gaze shifted slightly, and he guessed at once: "A holy weapon?"

The Chengying Sword he possessed was a top-grade Heaven-rank magic treasure.

The only thing that could surpass it was a holy weapon!

The might of a holy weapon could never be compared to a Heaven-rank magic treasure!

If the full force within it were allowed to erupt completely, even he himself would find it hard to contend against it!

One must understand that for a cultivator, a single powerful magic treasure—

—could enhance one's strength by far more than a mere trifle.

It could be described as a doubling!

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen's heart instantly reached a decision.

At this point, the time had come to play his trump card!

And at this moment, Nangong Zhantian, wielding the Eight Desolations Sword, felt his confidence surge to the brim!

Especially as he felt the terrifying power streaming ceaselessly from the sword's hilt.

It was no exaggeration to say he had never felt as powerful as he did today!

Nangong Zhantian laughed long toward the heavens: "Now, victory is decided!"

The words had barely fallen.

Flowing light flickered across his whole body, his speed surged dramatically, and in the span of a single breath, he once again arrived before Jiang Chen!

Nangong Zhantian raised his right arm and lifted the long sword in his hand high above his head!

Whoosh—

He swung it fiercely downward, slashing toward the top of Jiang Chen's head!

At this moment, a gleam of excitement flashed in Nangong Zhantian's eyes!

He seemed already able to envision the exquisite scene of his opponent being slain by his hand, the body split cleanly in two!

However, just at this moment, an unexpected change suddenly occurred!

A streak of black-and-white profound light was seen bursting forth from Jiang Chen's body, swiftly shrouding overhead, manifesting into a treasure diagram of astonishing presence!

Accompanied by the appearance of the Taiji Diagram.