Chapter 637: In the Sealed Realm!

Crisis is when true decisiveness is revealed!

Wan Wan Zhuliu's reaction was extremely fast; even though his heart was startled and suspicious at the abnormal rampaging of the Demon-Subduing Dragon God Blade, he still made his decision in the span of a lightning flash.

But whether it was Li Yuan behind him, or the spirit image before him that possessed Pang Pang Wenlong's consciousness, both were people of decisive killing intent.

The former seized the momentary flaw in Wan Wan Zhuliu and struck without warning, attacking him unprepared, while the latter reacted just as quickly, unleashing the Great Sun Scarlet Yang Palm with full force, striking at what he must save!

Killing blow!

The instant Li Yuan suddenly erupted, whether it was the Thousand Eye Dharma Lord in the strange land, Yun Yun Yeshan, or Pang Pang Wenlong who was fighting one against two, all involuntarily looked over.

Huang Huang Longzi, who was secretly watching Li Yuan, subconsciously tightened his grip on the great black umbrella; in the eyes of these four, this was no different from a killing blow.

Even if Li Yuan's hammer strike failed, Wan Wan Zhuliu—who had exposed a flaw—was bound to lose!

Hum~

Li Yuan leaped up, and in less than a thousandth of an instant, he had already ascended to the high sky; his speed was even faster than Long Long Yingchan, who had cultivated the Cloud Dragon Nine Appearances to Great Perfection!

Because at this moment, he carried the augmentation from Dun Tian Zhou; a hundred miles was but a single instant!

The principle that one must use full force even when a lion fights a rabbit—Li Yuan had known this in his previous life, let alone that the one he faced now was the greatest imaginary enemy he had in over a dozen years?

Before leaping up, he had already pushed the Palm Soldier Register to its absolute limit!

Of the twelve Daoist Tianyun Daoist Tianyun Xuanbing under heaven, fully half were gathered on him at this moment; moreover, there was the augmentation of four top-tier divine weapons!

"Crash crash!"

The heavy hammer drifted down like a falling leaf without a sound, yet Li Yuan heard the roar of surging qi and blood within his body; his blood was boiling, his true qi was burning.

Behind him, light and shadow intertwined; the dragon-kun phantom outlined by true gang was as solid as a real spirit image, descending along with the heavy hammer he swung.

Long Kun Returns to the Sea!

"Boom!"

Like a heavy hammer striking a drum, the deep drumbeat spread with absolute clarity across the entire battlefield.

Even Yun Yun Yeshan's three who were fiercely fighting in the strange land, and Qin Li Shixian in the city with her long spear in hand, chasing Shen Shen Qisheng in a sorry fleeing rout—all heard this heavy muffled sound in their ears.

"Hm?"

Qin Li Shixian suddenly turned her head.

She saw atop the wall of the Divine Capital, a giant beast outlined in light and shadow, looking exactly like the legendary kunpeng, leaping down from an extreme height, wrapped in a tremendous force that even made her turn her head,

crashing violently into Wan Wan Zhuliu's back!

A shockwave visible to the naked eye, centered on the two of them, spread in all directions with terrifying violence, raising a dreadful tidal wave of air.

"Hm?!"

The distant onlookers were all somewhat shocked, let alone Wan Wan Zhuliu who bore the brunt of it.

The instant Li Yuan's heavy hammer fell, his heart violently trembled, every hair on his body stood on end, and he sensed an immense crisis.

"He hasn't even reached the Great Accomplishment of Dao Entry, yet he has this kind of power…"

In this instant, Wan Wan Zhuliu smelled the long-forgotten scent of death.

This hammer strike.

Was already enough to kill him!

'Chose wrong!'

But even Wan Wan Zhuliu, at this point, had no way to choose again, because that strike of the Great Sun Scarlet Yang Palm had already slammed into the blade he had raised horizontally.

The spirit image that old fellow had split off was extremely vicious; this palm not only cut off every possibility of his dodging, but also sealed the space in which he wanted to deflect the force.

Not only could he not deflect the force, he was caught in a pincer attack from front and back!

Crack!

Wan Wan Zhuliu only had this thought flash through his mind; the layers of blade-gang true qi that had gushed out from behind him, coalescing into a mass, shattered into pieces like a bronze mirror struck by a heavy hammer!

Next was the 'Golden Bell Spirit Image' he had hastily propped up.

This was the embryonic form of his second spirit image, modeled after the Great Sun Jin Lin Bell, which he had cultivated after reaching the Divine Palace Realm; but the golden bell hastily propped up, together with the top-tier divine armor he wore, was crushed by that heavy hammer in an utterly overwhelming manner!

"It's over!"

This thought flashed through Li Yuan's mind.

But the heavy hammer in his palm did not slacken in the slightest; after breaking the gang, breaking the spirit image, and breaking the armor, it had already smashed into Wan Wan Zhuliu's back!

The heavy hammer could break armor.

Let alone a ninth-grade inner armor—even if Wan Wan Zhuliu wore the Sea-Calming Mystic Tortoise Armor, if he dared let him gather strength to deliver this hammer strike, Li Yuan was confident he could shatter him through the Mystic Tortoise Armor!

Almost simultaneously, that strike of the Great Sun Scarlet Yang Palm descended, and together with the Demon-Subduing Dragon God Blade, slammed into Wan Wan Zhuliu's chest; terrifying true qi poured into his chest cavity like floodwaters from an opened sluice.

"Can't hold on any longer…"

Wan Wan Zhuliu did not open his mouth, he only glanced toward the Dry Emperor on the nine-story ship in the strange land; scalding blood and flesh had already gushed out from every pore of his body,

and gushing out along with it was blazing firelight.

Rumble!

Dazzling light burst forth between hammer and palm.

Through Wan Wan Zhuliu's body, Li Yuan and Pang Pang Wenlong collided with full force; then, the two of them, whose coordination was incomparably seamless, retreated by borrowing the force.

In the past three years, Li Yuan had not seen this round of Pang Pang Wenlong's spirit image, but the two had crossed hands many times and had a deep understanding of each other.

Only thus did they have this perfectly coordinated killing blow.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

A furious howl of alarm came from the strange land.

Wang Jin's eyes were about to split; the instant Li Yuan leaped up, he had loudly given warning, but only now did his voice drift over.

And was drowned out by another thunderous boom.

"Crack!"

Li Yuan raised his hand, true gang qi surging outward, and seized the bloodstained Demon-Slaying Dragon God Blade in his grip.

The blast wave beyond the city had dissipated, and Wan Wan Zhuliu's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Under the collision of hammer and palm, even a ninth-tier divine armor would be reduced to dust, let alone flesh and blood.

Only…

"Where is his divine realm?"

Pang Pang Wenlong's spirit projection descended upon the city wall, his brows furrowing.

The collision between the two outside the city earlier was certainly not because they struck too hard and could not pull back, but because Wan Wan Zhuliu's divine realm was absent, causing both their forces to land on empty air.

"Mm…"

Li Yuan looked up. Sword-light shrieked, tearing apart the sea of clouds. Celestial Silkworm Daoist blazed with killing intent, yet the Black Dragon's figure was already gone.

"Before Wan Wan Zhuliu came, he must have already split his divine realm off."

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, not all that surprised.

Long before, when he had heard the Listening Sound mention that 'Wan Wan Zhuliu left behind the blood of the human race after being washed by incense and fire,' he had already had some guesses in his heart.

This great Grand Marshal Town Martial King of the Dayun was no fool blindly loyal to his sovereign…

"Split the divine realm?"

Celestial Silkworm Daoist landed on the city wall, and hearing these words could not help but frown: "How could he still be alive with his divine realm separated from his body? And how could he possibly strip his own divine realm away?"

"It must be by borrowing You Jing, or some kind of ritual."

Pang Pang Wenlong's spirit projection spoke in a low voice, yet did not continue the discussion. His form turned, about to pounce toward the strange land to aid his true body.

"Senior, wait!"

Li Yuan suddenly spoke and called out to him.

"Mm?"

He turned around, only to see Li Yuan's brows tightly locked, his right hand trembling violently, that Demon-Slaying Dragon God Blade writhing fiercely.

"Is Wan Wan Zhuliu still nearby?"

Laitou Seng and the others crowded over.

"No…"

Li Yuan, expression solemn, stared at the Demon-Slaying Dragon God Blade, only now understanding why Wan Wan Zhuliu had suddenly revealed such an obvious opening earlier.

The Demon-Slaying Blade's strange movement originated from a formless yet terrifying alien force.

And that alien force…

"Is in You Jing!"

(End of this chapter)