Chapter 477: The Earth-Shattering Battle

One sword missed.

Yet, the attack of a Soul Transformation cultivator is truly different.

That missed sword did not strike the ground below; instead, Jiang Yu merely waved his hand and reclaimed it.

That energy coalesced again in the void in another form, becoming a hundred-zhang shadowy palm that struck He He Pingsheng once more.

The hundred-zhang palm obscured the void.

In that instant, the bright sun in the sky seemed to dim slightly.

He He Pingsheng felt as if dark clouds pressed down upon his head; a force of spatial law surged from the palm, instantly locking onto his entire body.

At this moment, he could not teleport.

Even his tenfold speed could not fully evade the palm's strike.

Because the range was too vast.

Years ago, He He Pingsheng had been crushed by this palm with no resistance, nearly killed.

Yet it was also this palm that allowed him to break through his own bottleneck.

Since he could not dodge, could not escape—

Then let him fight!

Boom…

He He Pingsheng's five-element forces all transformed into fire-based magic power, surging forth into the handle of his Fangtian Great Halberd.

In an instant, the Fangtian Great Halberd was engulfed in flames, expanding to a hundred zhang.

One strike drained He He Pingsheng's dantian completely.

"Slash…"

He He Pingsheng roared.

The hundred-zhang halberd swung through the void, unleashing a crescent-shaped light blade that slammed upward toward the palm.

At first, the blade was only dozens of zhang long; but by the time it met the shadowy palm, it had grown to over a hundred zhang.

Infinite fire-element spiritual energy erupted at that moment.

Pfft…

The hundred-zhang palm above was cleanly split in two.

This strike!

He He Pingsheng won outright.

After all, he was now at Nascent Soul fourth layer—not the first layer he had been when facing Zhen Yu.

The shattered palm dissolved into the void, breaking apart into streams of cyan energy that rained down in all directions.

Yet He He Pingsheng's crimson-gold fire blade pierced through the palm and continued hurtling toward the void, aimed directly at Jiang Yu, the Soul Transformation third-layer cultivator.

He He Pingsheng's strike also employed spatial law.

One blow locked the void, preventing any teleportation.

"Good!"

Jiang Yu, floating in the void, drew a deep breath, then, without using any magic treasure, clasped his hands together and began muttering incessantly.

Incantations flew from his mouth.

Heaven and earth have no self; the cosmos possesses divine essence; all things emerge and perish in the cycle of creation... Urgently, by the law's command...

He condensed magic power into golden characters, each one drifting out from his lips.

Each character grew to a zhang in size, flying toward the blade; every character that struck the blade exploded with violent ripples.

In an instant, He He Pingsheng's blade was torn apart.

But He He Pingsheng was not idle—he knew Jiang Yu would surely block this strike.

While Jiang Yu chanted, He He Pingsheng leapt into the heavens, his five dantians refilling instantly.

"Five Elements Unified…"

As he silently recited, the five elements merged into one; black energy surged into the Nanming Fangtian Halberd.

He He Pingsheng gripped the halberd with both hands and swung it forward with the force of his leap.

The Fangtian Great Halberd descended upon Jiang Yu from above, cleaving with the force to split Mount Hua.

This strike formed another massive blade.

The black blade glowed faintly with five-colored light only at its razor edge.

"Damn it…" Jiang Yu halted his incantation with a wave of his hand, then pulled out a black seal, which burst open with a bang, expanding into mountain-sized proportions above his head.

Boom!

He He Pingsheng's Fangtian Great Halberd struck the seal directly.

He did not break its defense.

Yet the collision of the two magic treasures unleashed a powerful shockwave that rippled through the void, scouring the heavens.

This patch of void was utterly illuminated; firelight could be seen ten thousand li away.

The two exchanged two blows.

Only two blows—but dozens of peaks beneath them had shattered, countless trees and rocks reduced to dust.

The earth cracked into abyss-like fissures; flames blazed everywhere, as if a hundred-li-wide furnace had been lit.

"Strong!"

Jiang Yu's pupils contracted slightly.

Even he had felt a faint pressure from those two clashes.

Yet his opponent was only Nascent Soul fourth layer.

"No wonder he asked the Ancestor if you are the first Jin Dan in all history!"

"In my view, you are the first Nascent Soul in all history…"

He He Pingsheng did not lower his guard because of Jiang Yu's words; sometimes, what seemed like idle talk was actually preparation.

Or a prelude to a hidden ambush.

Indeed!

The next moment, faint, almost imperceptible whistling sounds came.

Extremely fast.

He He Pingsheng had no time to summon any defense.

Pfft…

Pfft pfft pfft…

Dozens of flying needles instantly appeared beside He He Pingsheng, stabbing toward his body.

Each needle was black, a foot long, and extremely thin.

By the time He He Pingsheng realized the needles, evasion was impossible.

And raising a defense was already too late.

Pfft pfft pfft…

At that moment, the automatic defense of the Seven-Cornered Refined Metal Armor activated.

The dozens of needles were delayed by a fraction of a second.

That fraction of a second was enough.

He He Pingsheng flicked his sleeve, knocking all the needles down.

He did not dare delay—he immediately pulled out the blood-red turtle shell.

And at that moment, two snow-white flying knives streaked in from afar.

Pfft pfft…

The two flying knives slammed violently into He He Pingsheng's primordial spirit.

"Pfft…"

"Pfft pfft pfft…"

He He Pingsheng suddenly spat two mouthfuls of blood, his face paled, and he reeled backward.

Boom—he landed squarely among the mountains behind him.

"Slash…"

Strike while the iron is hot.

Jiang Yu, having landed his spiritual assault, pulled out a black axe; it expanded to a hundred zhang, charged with boundless Dao law, and slashed downward toward where He He Pingsheng had landed.

He He Pingsheng strained to raise the blood-red shield.

A cyan turtle spirit shadow bloomed before him.

Boom…

The massive axe-light struck.

It carved a deep fissure into the mountain range.

But He He Pingsheng was unharmed—the cyan turtle spirit shadow had blocked everything.

"Such strong defense!" Jiang Yu's gaze locked onto the turtle shell in He He Pingsheng's hand. He cried out: "A treasure beyond ancient relics… a Spirit Treasure… Could it be a Spirit Treasure?"

His eyes burned red with excitement.

And at that moment—

In He He Pingsheng's primordial spirit, seven spiritual nail-threads shot out violently.

Technique: Formless North Star Nail.

Pupupu…

Seven divine nails slammed into Jiang Yu's spiritual sense.

In truth, He He Pingsheng's spiritual sense had not been injured by the earlier ambush.

It was all an act.

He had faked it on purpose.

All to catch the opponent off guard and launch a counterattack with spiritual intent.

Caught unprepared, He He Pingsheng's spiritual counterstrike struck true, piercing straight through the opponent's spiritual sense.