Chapter 117

In the shattered starry sky, Ye Wuque and the War Prince stood shoulder to shoulder, Primordial Force surging around his body, his gaze heavy as iron, locked onto the ancient spirit ahead that had raised its dark-gold halberd again, its killing intent boiling like a tangible substance.

After that heaven-shattering, earth-destroying blow just now, this area had already become a mess, a huge spatial black hole slowly rotated, swallowing all light, the destructive energy's aftermath still raged.

The countless spectators who had been watching had long since fled cleanly; no one dared to linger in this death zone, fearing they'd be caught in the upcoming battle and left without a whole corpse.

In the ancient spirit's desiccated eye sockets, scarlet killing-intent flames flickered wildly; it seemed to completely ignore the terrifying destruction caused by the previous blow, its hollow gaze still locked onto the War Prince, the boundless resentment and brutality from ages past seemingly turning into tangible shackles that tightly entwined the War Prince, making him feel as if plunged into an ice cellar, his whole body chilled.

Roar!!

Another roar, like from the depths of hell, erupted, and the ancient spirit moved!

Its withered frame burst forth with terrifying speed utterly mismatched to its appearance, wielding the dark-gold halberd, it once again turned into a deathly black shadow that tore through the Void, lunging fiercely at the War Prince!

As the halberd swung, its cruel blade-light rent heaven and earth, that deathless posture making it seem as if the War Prince were its mortal enemy from life, one it could not coexist with!

"Careful!" Ye Wuque shouted low, daring not to be the slightest bit negligent!

Boom!!!

His body burst with dazzling, magnificent golden divine radiance to the extreme, the Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body's seventh transformation—Supreme Overlord Blazing Yang—fully unleashed!

His whole being seemed to become a golden blazing sun descending upon the mortal world, the utmost yang and rigid, utmost overbearing and strong qi and blood power surged into the heavens, dispelling all gloom and deathly qi!

Faced with this horrifyingly peerless assault, Ye Wuque thrust out both fists!

On his left fist, murky Chaos Qi surged and roared, faintly forming a Chaos Dragon shadow that pressed down on Zhutian, its Dragon Chant shaking the world, moving heaven and earth!

This was the supreme offensive fist art—Chaos Dragon Emperor Fist!

On his right fist erupted a terrifying Emperor Fist intent that suppressed the Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies, asserting sole supremacy; its fist-light illuminated the ages, as if a world-overtopping emperor had descended, ready to sweep away all foes!

This was the absolute divine ability from the Divine Summoning Canon—Eight Desolates Six Harmonies Emperor God Fist!

With both fists thrust out, the Dragon Chant and Emperor's roar intertwined, the overbearing peerless fist intent merged into a single torrent that crushed everything, boldly meeting the incoming dark-gold halberd blade-light!

At the same moment, the heavily wounded War Prince beside him also knew it was a matter of life and death; he bit his tongue tip, spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto his black war spear, roaring: "War God Blood Ignite!!"

Hum!!

His originally somewhat withered aura instantly erupted like a volcano, even stronger than before!

A grim, unyielding, battle-crazed terrifying war intent mixed with surging Blood Qi shot up to the heavens; his black war spear gave an excited hum, and a War God spear-light, thicker and more condensed than before, tore through the sky, joining Ye Wuque's fists to thrust at the ancient spirit!

Both went all-out, holding nothing back!

For they both knew that against this terrifying ancient spirit, any reservation would be tantamount to courting destruction!

The next moment—

Boom—rumble—rumble—rumble!!!!

Three streams of energy, horrifying to the extreme, collided fiercely in the starry sky!

As if thousands of stars exploded simultaneously!

The light of destruction instantly devoured everything!

An indescribable tremendous shock shook the very soul out of one's body!

At the collision's core, space became utter Chaos Void; light, sound, law……

Everything was twisted, torn, and annihilated!

The terrifying recoil force struck like an Ancient Divine Mountain!

Pfft!!

The War Prince took the brunt; though his wounded body burned essence blood to forcefully boost, he still could not fully withstand this destructive impact.

His black war spear gave a mournful groan, bent again, his whole body sprayed blood wildly, flying backward like a torn sack; the battle intent and Blood Qi he had just condensed instantly dissipated, his wounds worsened, nearly losing all strength to fight!

Ye Wuque likewise shuddered violently, his radiant golden light flickering intensely; though his overbearing peerless fist intent bodily shattered most of the halberd's blade-light, the terrifying power contained in the dark-gold halberd itself and the ancient spirit's boundless ancient might still slammed through his fists into his Imperial Golden Body!

Thud-thud-thud!

Ye Wuque stepped back more than ten paces, each step shattering the Void, barely stabilizing his stance; his throat sweetened, a trace of scarlet blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He drew a deep breath, his qi and blood surged within, and his gaze at the ancient spirit grew even graver.

This ancient spirit's power is simply monstrously strong!

Especially while wielding what seemed to be an Immortal Divine Weapon–level halberd, its attack power reached a hair-raising level!

Were it not for his Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body being sufficiently formidable, any other Dark Cultivator of the same rank would have been shaken into Blood Mist by that blow!

Meanwhile, the ancient spirit merely trembled slightly, a few fine Liewen appeared on its desiccated frame, yet its scarlet killing-intent eyes grew even more frenzied and brutal!

It seemed utterly insensible to pain or fatigue, raising its halberd once more to strike again at the War Prince, who had nearly lost all capacity to resist, and at Ye Wuque, whose breath was slightly disordered!

At this critical juncture——

Hmph!

A cold snort, as if coming from above the Nine Heavens, carried an air of lofty indifference and majesty.