Chapter 398: Breaking the Enemy

The almost fatal suffocation tightened Sima's heart in an instant. It had nothing to do with the state of mind; the terror was an instinct bursting from the deepest part.

The blue veins on his sword-wielding arm bulged. There was no longer any thought of "temporarily restraining." The craziest power burst out from the sword regardless of everything, sweeping straight past the white clothes, and with the wild wind and chaotic rain, pierced through the boy's left chest with one sword.

The raised claw of obstruction played no role. His heart and lungs were vaporized in an instant. The next moment, the boy's entire chest cavity, internal organs, bones, and flesh, together with his entire shoulder and arm, were all shredded. In the exploding flesh and blood, Seeing Pei Ye was blown into a broken, tattered corpse.

Sima passed through this blood mist without any pause. One sword stopped the wind and rain, and the power of the Audience Gate pressed down like a mountain, but another kind of miracle had already begun to reveal its form.

—The fresh blood and broken flesh flying in the wind and rain seemed to have completed a transformation. The blood dyed into gorgeous and crystalline dark blue, and the bones and flesh solidified into pitch-black scales. And so, those red and white stains on Sima's green clothes turned into the sharpest daggers in an instant!

In Sima's life, there had absolutely never been an experience of facing this kind of attack.

The sharpness broke through the skin and flesh. Sima mobilized his true profound Qi at the fastest speed, circulating through his body in an instant, suppressing and pulling out all the blades that had entered his flesh. But the next moment... those wounds began to be stained with hard dark blue.

Sima's pupils shrank sharply, and he decisively cut pieces of flesh and blood from his body, and then... before they hit the ground, they turned into completely homogeneous scaled flesh.

This was the first authority born with him—flesh and blood immortality.

The sword in Sima's hand still thrust out firmly.

But the half-crippled body before him had all turned into a pitch-black, hideous appearance.

And so another miracle was easily completed.

Ten full-strength Pei Yes would undoubtedly die before this sword, but the dragon body before him passed through a gap that was hard to believe, and only at the cost of half of its waist splitting did it pass through this Audience Gate sword that was about to drown it.

This was clearly just a body of six lives. Even though it was now more powerful and hideous, it had absolutely not crossed the threshold of the Mystic Gate—but that insight that pierced through everything was so heart-shaking.

The waist crack slowly healed. He landed on the treetop, his scales becoming tougher every moment, and every part of his broken form becoming more perfect. The profound Qi of heaven and earth surged toward him from the wind and rain, and the high and cold indifference that was hard to reach in the world completely descended upon these gorgeous and majestic golden pupils.

Sima took a deep breath and did not strike again—this body absorbed profound Qi at an astonishing speed, but it would take hours to cross the line of the Mystic Gate. Sima looked at the hideous and majestic figure in the rain, never thinking that he would one day face this ancient god.

He knew he had to end this battle as soon as possible—no matter how the Immortal evolved, at least the Immortal Platform might be chasing after him.

After two rounds of fighting, he had already distinguished two abilities that transcended the mundane—the flesh and blood that was neither born nor dead and could be used at will, and the insight that was the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao. Besides this, no matter how lofty His essence was, what He controlled now was still only the body performance of about eight lives.

Sima's mind had never been so tightly lifted. He knew he still held the advantage in power, but how to kill Him was the real key—heart, lungs, and throat were all useless. What exactly were His vital points?

It didn't give him time to think.

The face under the mask suddenly stiffened.

Because in this moment of pause, the high tree under the Immortal's feet flowed into gorgeous dark blue and flowed into His body, easily filling in those remnants.

The aura rose again.

The remaining scaled flesh scattered toward the few trees around, and soon they were like burning gorgeous blue fire.

The second authority had awakened from His body—all things are for me.

"." Sima couldn't describe the suffocation in his heart and lungs at this time. When such miracles were displayed before his eyes so casually, everyone would have this feeling of falling terror.

All the cognitive understanding he had relied on to seek growth in the first half of his life seemed to be shattered in an instant. The feeling in the deep mountains of Xincang two months ago now descended upon him—putting such an unrestrained thing into the world was simply like fire entering cotton.

And heavy footsteps had already sounded behind him.

Yi Duanzhi seemed to have turned into a stiff puppet, holding his spear, walking step by step toward this majestic figure, like a believer on a pilgrimage.

There was no more "edict." Now that the monarch was before him, nothing was more important than offering his body to Him.

The scene of the purple-clothed kneeling in the night forest of Xincang was about to appear here.

Sima would of course seize this opportunity and strike again without hesitation. One sword raised a wild wind, this time not leaving a trace of a gap, preferring to destroy the wonder of the sword moves, and also to drown the figure before him.

'If the flesh and blood are already homogeneous... then the key must be consciousness.' He stared at the figure before him, his mind flying, sword Qi having turned the surrounding branches and leaves into powder, '. But even if I master some mind techniques, how dare I invest in the state of mind and fight with this consciousness?'

The power of 【Audience Gate】 descended again like a landslide, but just as Sima stared and looked, those golden pupils also looked at him with high indifference for the first time.

The moment their gazes met, these golden pupils descended into Sima's state of mind with a bang, but the next moment, the sound of a bright mirror shattering rang out, and these golden pupils shattered and disappeared in a piece of brightness.

Sima's heart and lungs seemed to be squeezed and exploded. The long sword in his hand suddenly deviated. Under the wild and out-of-control sword Qi, the hideous dragon body before him had its scales flying and bones broken, but He swept up against such sword Qi, crossed Sima with the collapse and scattering of half of His body, and pressed a finger on Yi Duanzhi's brow.

The man's body was stiff as ice. The so-called thirty-year-old obsession melted like residual snow in the hot sun. Without any resistance, the flesh and blood flowed toward His body like melting.

The third authority revealed its form—all hearts are as one. But the next moment, it was broken off extremely forcefully.

Yi Duanzhi suddenly broke free from control.

Sima, gasping for breath, turned his head to see this scene, and a thought hit his heartstrings—"The rejection comes from... Himself!"

Whether it was the golden pupils that had just descended into his state of mind but had no action before shattering, or the shackles that were broken off suddenly just now, it all showed that all means related to the mind were being firmly held by a force.

【Bright Ming Jing Bing Jian】

This was the first time His purpose had been blocked and defeated, but this discovery made Sima's heart cold—clearly He was still in an absolutely weak position, yet that boy... was already trying his best to restrict Him.

He didn't worry at all that he would win?

'Consciousness must be carried by something.' Sima thought quickly while looking at this scene, 'If all the flesh and blood are wiped out—'

But his eyes stiffened, and he suddenly found that it seemed to be too late.

Only one round.

In the completely void space, fierce and sharp fire erupted from the most fatal position, piercing through Yi Duanzhi's body in an instant. The man's already exhausted body exploded with gorgeous blue cracks, and the jade-red fire swam in it like a snake, never healing again.

This was never any fourth authority; it had always existed in the boy's body. From the first moment the Immortal took over, it had already begun to be buried in this space.

After the Zhu Lian fire was swallowed, this sharp fang suddenly matured, and it pierced through the man's arrogant body so easily.

Only those who had faced Him would know.

Only when everything is equally perfect and leakless... do you have the qualifications to talk about the gap in strength with Him.

When He just woke up in Seeing Pei Ye's abdomen, He made Zhu Gaoyang lose his soul with just one look.

And looking at the entire tragic battle, those who could fight Him head-on were only Ming Qitian and Yue Muzhou.

Because you must first reach the same realm as Him.

The battle with the Immortal was never a comparison of "strong" and "weak," but a judgment of "is" and "is not." Do you have the instinct to fight with "naked heart facing the blade," and do you have the flawless state of mind of "Bright Ming Jing Bing Jian"?

"Yes," then you can take the stage to fight; "No," then you die.

—As long as it is not one hundred, ninety-nine and one have no difference.

And now, even without mind attacks, the man who relied on fire and not hurting the dragon body was still like waiting to be slaughtered before the Immortal.

Yi Duanzhi's golden pupils extinguished, dragon scales retreated, and blood turned red again. And high in the sky, the dragon body stood indifferently, countless scales and blood returning to the sea like a river.

Everything started from here.

Yi Duanzhi fell painfully and weakly, but the next moment he gritted his teeth and got up again. His eyes no longer burned with gold, but were almost crimson. He thrust his spear with all his might, disturbing the wind and rain. Only the spear intent no longer burned with fire, but the true profound Qi was still powerful and violent.

"Zhu Lian Tai Ye" · 【Abyssal Lotus Opens】

The Immortal's golden pupils drooped, and the figure in the air had disappeared.

The next moment, He suddenly appeared in Yi Duanzhi's empty gate. That powerful spear was like an open door. He walked in leisurely, His right arm's scales, bones, and muscles bulging, and He punched Yi Duanzhi's chest to pieces.

The wind and rain were quiet, and then the vast airflow exploded in dozens of zhang. Amidst the bone cracking and blood exploding, He was hit like a broken kite, crashing into the mountain after hitting trees and stones.

Sima's pupils had already shrunk sharply. The sword blade raised a storm that shook the valley. When the Immortal's punch was just exhausted, the sword had already formed, and the power of 【Fuyue Scroll】 poured out completely.

The Immortal's golden pupils turned, and boundless frost suddenly condensed in the air.

The sword, sword Qi, rain, and even the wind were covered with a layer of cold frost. The power of this sword was frozen in the air. After a moment of silence, unimaginable fire grew from the frost. Sima had to abandon the sword halfway for the first time.

And the next moment, the dragon body had already arrived. Sima took the sword to parry. The two sides fought for four rounds. He clearly perceived again that His power was still weaker than his own... but at the same time as this thought rose, his shoulder felt a cracking pain unexpectedly. The Immortal punched and shattered his scapula. Sima's figure lost control, falling into the rain forest like a cannonball.

The Immortal didn't lean down. He tilted His head slightly, and Yi Duanzhi had already thrust his spear again. The Immortal stretched out His arms to grip the spear, and the other hand hit with His elbow and fought with His fist. After breaking the opponent's arm bone with one punch, the Immortal twisted His arm to snatch the long spear, and hit his abdomen with one knee.

Below was cold, ruthless, and breathless cruelty.

How tenacious was the vitality of the Audience Gate master, and how long did the explosion of profound Qi in Cangshan last? Every time he resisted with all his might, every time he was forcefully defeated, broken bones and flying blood, true profound Qi dissipated... until in the chaotic valley, everything finally gradually calmed down.

Yi Duanzhi's body was broken and leaning against the stone, life or death unknown, while Sima was still gasping for breath, blood and fragments of internal organs constantly gushing out of his mouth. His hair was disheveled, his green clothes were tattered, the broken sword pierced his own abdomen, and his twisted limbs and sticky blood covered this body.

He was nailed to the stone wall by the long spear.

He seemed to want to open his mouth to say something, but his broken throat could only make a mixed, hoarse sound. And before him, the dragon body slowly condensed, and the last wound opened by the sword on His body slowly approached him, and the "Dragon Tongue" slowly probed from His palm.

Like watching two insects, the golden pupils were the indifferent indifference that had never changed since ancient times.

(End of chapter)

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xs007zhuikereadw23zw ===== CHAPTER 399 =====

Xu Chuo fell, weak and in pain, but the next moment he gritted his teeth and rose again. His eyes no longer burned with gold but were nearly crimson. He thrust his spear with all his might, stirring the wind and rain; only the spear intent no longer burned with fire, but his True Xuan remained powerful and violent.

"Zhu Lian Tai Ye" · 【Avici Lotus Blooms】

The Immortal lowered his golden gaze, and his figure vanished from the air.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared within Xu Chuo's unguarded opening. That powerful spear thrust was like an open door, and he stepped inside with ease. His right arm's scales, bones, and muscles bulged, and with one punch, he shattered Xu Chuo's entire chest.

The wind and rain stilled, and then a vast blast of air exploded across dozens of feet. Amidst the cracking of bones and bursting of blood, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing through trees and rocks until he slammed heavily into the mountain.

Sima's pupils had suddenly constricted. His blade whipped up a storm that shook the valley, and just as the Immortal's punch spent its force, he had already formed his sword, pouring out the full power of the "Fu Yao Ce."

The Immortal turned his golden gaze, and boundless frost suddenly condensed in the air.

The sword, the sword Qi, the rain, and even the wind were covered in a layer of cold frost. The power of this sword was frozen in mid-air. After only a moment of silence, unimaginable fire erupted from within the frost, and for the first time, Sima was forced to abandon his sword midway.

In the next instant, the dragon body was upon him. Sima drew his sword to parry, and they exchanged four blows. He once again clearly perceived that the Immortal's power was still weaker than his own, but at the very moment this thought arose, a shattering, excruciating pain erupted in his shoulder. The Immortal had shattered his scapula with a single punch. Sima lost control of his body and plummeted into the rainforest like a cannonball.

The Immortal did not swoop down; he tilted his head slightly as Xu Chuo once again thrust his spear forward. The Immortal extended his arm to grip the spear, while his other hand struck with an elbow and fist. After breaking the opponent's arm bone with one punch, the Immortal twisted his arm to seize the long spear and crushed his abdomen with a knee strike.

What followed was cold, ruthless, and relentless cruelty.

The tenacity of the Yeque Grandmaster's vitality determined how long the eruption of Xuan Qi within Cang Mountain lasted. Every desperate resistance was met with a brutal crushing; bones broke, blood flew, and True Xuan dissipated, until finally, in the chaotic valley, everything gradually fell silent.

Xu Chuo leaned against a rock, his body broken and his life hanging in the balance. Sima was still gasping for air, blood and fragments of his internal organs constantly gushing from his mouth. His hair was disheveled, his green robes were tattered, a broken sword pierced his own abdomen, and his twisted limbs and viscous blood covered his body.

He was pinned to the stone wall by the long spear.

He seemed to want to open his mouth to say something, but his shattered throat could only produce a confused, hoarse rasp. Before him, the dragon body slowly coalesced, the final wound opened by the sword on his body closing, and he approached him step by step, the "Dragon Tongue" slowly extending from his palm.

Like gazing at two insects, the golden eyes held an eternal, unchanging indifference.

(End of chapter)

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