Chapter 1673: A Stunning Feat of Arms

The instant Li Luo used One Transformation Into Three, each form drawing back the Divine Bow of Rank, heaven and earth fell silent. Even the surging tide of Other Beasts on the distant horizon seemed, at this moment, to be trembling in awe, cowed by the terrifying divine might radiating from the three taut light-arrows on the bowstrings.

Li Luo's face was extraordinarily calm. His pupils pierced through layer upon layer of void, reflecting the three demonic shadows retreating in different directions.

These three Three-Crowned Demon Kings were cunning as well. They knew that his "Unparalleled Ninth-Rank" state could not last forever. As long as they evaded his strongest killing move, then once he fell back to the peak of the Eighth Rank, this war could still bog down into a stalemate.

However, after five years of seclusion, Li Luo had emerged from closed-door cultivation today—how could he possibly let these three scourges escape?

"Since you've come, then... die."

Li Luo murmured softly. The finger hooked on the bowstring suddenly released. As the bowstring trembled, the space within a thousand li was forcibly torn into countless fissures by an invisible, terrifying ripple.

Like a sky full of shattered wrinkles.

The two phantoms at his side likewise loosened their bowstrings and loosed their arrows at the same instant.

In a flash, a thunderous roar exploded across heaven and earth. The sound was so violent and grand it was clearly audible for hundreds of thousands of li. At the same time, the world's energy was stirred by it, transforming into light-flames stretching tens of thousands of li long, trailing behind the light-arrows.

Such a magnificent display of three arrows—the resulting phenomena and ripples were sensed by nearly half the King-realm experts in the Eastern Region of the Outer Shenzhou. They immediately raised their heads, their gazes filled with horror.

Boom! Boom!

On the fortresses and great cities of the Holy Fortune Mountain Range, countless gazes of shock stared up at the heavens. There, three enormous fissures had been torn open, like abysses, with fragments of space continuously tumbling down, resembling a shattered mirror.

Zhao Mingwang, Liu Yuan, Pang Pang Qianyuan, and these veteran King-realm experts also had their expressions freeze. Those three light-arrows that had streaked across the void were transformed from the majestic light of Rank, and the light of Rank was a method belonging to Li Li Tianwang. It possessed an intense suppressive force against any existence beneath a Li Tianwang.

Five years ago in Daxia City, Pang Pang Qianyuan had indeed witnessed Li Luo forcibly fusing his many aspects with the Myriad Aspects Wheel, briefly merging them into a super-Ninth-Rank aspect, thereby deriving and giving birth to the light of Rank, which had grievously wounded the Black Demon King in his Five-Headed form at the time.

But the light of Rank from that occasion was far, far thinner compared to now.

And Most Important, at the final moment Li Luo had actually also employed a certain extraordinarily miraculous clone technique. Judging from the energy ripples it emitted, it should have been the power of the Illusory Aspect, yet this illusion was nearly real. It could even be reflected by the main body to execute identical techniques.

This undoubtedly amplified the light of Rank Li Luo was channeling by a full threefold.

Such a destructive attack... an ordinary Three-Crowned King probably couldn't withstand it either.

Only those at the peak of the Three-Crowned King, or even beginning to touch the threshold of Li Tianwang, could resist it.

"They're finished."

Pang Pang Qianyuan murmured with relief. Who could have imagined that the three Demon Kings, who had previously been capable of destroying the entire Mingwang Alliance, would in the next instant become fleeing, lost dogs?

In the brief moment he spoke, the three streaks of arrow-light had already vanished at the edge of the sky. A few breaths later, three terrifying eruptions of Origin of Evil Thought exploded violently, dyeing the distant void pitch-black.

The three demonic shadows swelled boundlessly, standing between heaven and earth like three Demon Gods, pouring out vast Origin power.

Three furious roars thundered out. Clearly, the White Scorpion, the Sacred Banner, and the Black Demon King—these three Demon Kings—had been caught up by Li Luo's Rank arrow-light. They had nowhere to evade now and could only pour out every means they had to resist head-on.

Boom!

Yet this all-out resistance did not change the outcome in the slightest.

The grand, vast power of Rank swept past like a gale scattering the clouds, grinding all that vast Origin of Evil Thought to dust. The towering shadows of the three Demon Gods were likewise forcibly crushed by the power of Rank at this moment.

And among them, the Seven-Headed Black Demon King suffered the worst, because Li Luo hated this fiend the most. The Daxia Calamity of yesteryear had been triggered and erupted by it. Five years ago, Li Luo had not possessed the ability to slay it completely, but this time, he had the strength to settle this grudge once and for all.

Therefore, that earlier light-arrow from his main body had gone straight after the Black Demon King.

And the pursuit of the other two Three-Crowned Demon Kings was left to the phantom arrows.

The Seven-Headed Black Demon King's piercing shriek rang across the heavens, directly forming a violent sound-wave visible to the naked eye, spreading for hundreds of thousands of li. Heaven and earth trembled, as if doomsday had arrived.

The shadow of the Demon God burst apart, transforming into rolling black flames that swept and burned across the sky.

Like a black sun falling.

Zhao Mingwang, Pang Pang Qianyuan, and the others all stared, shaken, at this terrifying phenomenon between heaven and earth. This was the sight of a King's fall. That Black Demon King, which had once stood at the peak of the Three-Crowned King, after suffering grave wounds in the past, had now truly and utterly perished.

And in the other two directions, the demonic shadows of the White Scorpion and the Sacred Banner likewise crumbled apart, followed by cries of agony and terror.

But they did not, like the Black Demon King, transform into a black sun and fall. Presumably, the might of Li Luo's two phantom arrows was ultimately a notch inferior to the main body's arrow. So at the final moment, the White Scorpion and the Sacred Banner transformed into a wisp of extremely dim flowing light of evil thought, shot toward the edge of the heavens, and ultimately escaped into the depths of the rift in the boundary wall leading to the Dark World.

At the moment of their escape, even Pang Pang Qianyuan and the others could sense that two layers of the pitch-black demonic crowns atop the heads of these two Three-Crowned Demon Kings had shattered.

In other words, these two Three-Crowned Demon Kings had been forcibly stripped of two layers of their crowns by Li Luo, reduced to ordinary One-Crowned Other-Beast Kings.

Such an end could not be called anything but miserable.

Along the long defensive line of the Holy Fortune Mountain Range, the atmosphere was utterly silent. No matter how dazzling a prodigious expert, all were stunned and lost in awe at the scene before their eyes.

Three Three-Crowned Demon Kings—one dead, two gravely wounded.

What a magnificent, what a terrifying feat of arms?!

Looking across the entire Eastern Region of the Outer Shenzhou over these five years, when had there ever been a feat of slaying a Three-Crowned Demon King?

Countless gazes stared at that young figure in the sky. Gradually, intense reverence began to well up in everyone's eyes.

In recent years, Jiang Jiang Qinge's fame as the Twelve-Winged Holy Light Goddess had been too great. Coupled with Li Luo's five years of seclusion, some people inevitably harbored dark hearts and spread rumors that the two were not a match. But after today, probably no one would dare utter such words again.

The phenomena between heaven and earth persisted for quite a while, then gradually subsided. Yet everyone clearly felt that the world's energy had become unusually active and surging at this moment, as if heaven and earth itself were cheering and rejoicing.

The Divine Bow of Rank in Li Luo's hand shattered. The two phantoms beside him likewise dissipated into nothing. At the same time, above his head, that ninth Ten-Pillar Golden Platform also rapidly dimmed, ultimately transforming into a dim spiritual light that fell into the crown of Li Luo's head.

Clearly, as the burning of the Divine Fruit fragment ended, Li Luo's strength had dropped, recovering to the level of the peak of the Unparalleled Eighth Rank.

Although this "Unparalleled Ninth-Rank" experience card lasted a rather short time, it also gave Li Luo a sense of enlightenment in his heart. This would make it smoother and more familiar when he truly touched that step in the future.

"Mm?"

At the same time, Li Luo suddenly raised his head as if sensing something, his gaze fixed on this stretch of heaven and earth. He felt that heaven and earth now seemed to be more in tune with him, an indescribable fortune blessing his person. The vast energy between heaven and earth was also continuously pouring into his body, adding slivers of thickness to his foundation.

And generally speaking, at Li Luo's current level, strengthening one's foundation was as hard as ascending to heaven. Yet heaven and earth seemed to be bestowing him a reward at this moment.

"This is the merit of your battle. Heaven and earth sensed it, and thus rewarded you with fortune, which can strengthen your foundation." Jiang Jiang Qinge beside him was not surprised by this. After all, over these five years, she had slain quite a few Other-Beast Kings, and each time, more or less, she had received this augmentation of heaven and earth's fortune.

Of course, it wasn't just her. Today, countless prodigies of the Ten Great Shenzhous rose with the tide precisely because of this.

Li Luo pondered. Such fortune, capable of stirring heaven and earth, was indeed extraordinarily wondrous. If he experienced it a few more times, he might really be able to begin touching the realm of the Unparalleled Ninth Rank.

At this thought, the look in Li Luo's eyes unconsciously grew fervent.

This "Ten Years of Heavenly Fortune" seemed to suit him very well.