Published: February 26, 2025
The sharp and piercing sound of a weapon slicing through the air echoed, as one hundred and seven Seven-Colored Spear beams materialized from the vast void, bringing with them collapsing spaces, enclosing Cheng Kun from all directions.
Some of the Seven-Colored Spear beams lunged at Cheng Kun in different manners, while others, resembling colorful sticks, brutally struck at him from afar!
Cheng Kun was filled with extreme dread!
A sense of death loomed over his heart, and he couldn't fathom how these Seven-Colored Spear beams had hidden themselves and then suddenly appeared.
At this moment, he had no time to think further; the power of the Thunder Dao King within him was desperately unleashed, forming a Thunderlight Sphere with a diameter of three hundred thousand zhang around him.
"Get lost!"
As Cheng Kun roared, the Thunderlight Sphere exploded with a loud bang, instantly sending streams of dazzling and terrifying Thunder Dragons charging towards the Seven-Colored Spear beams.
"Bang! Bang! Bang—"
Unfortunately, the Thunder Dragons he conjured were rendered ineffective against the attacks of all the Seven-Colored Spear beams, like moths flying into the flame, they were scattered and dissipated into strands of electricity in the air.
"Ah!"
Cheng Kun let out a wretched scream, forced to self-ignite his Dao King soul, blood gushing from his seven orifices. Despite his strength increasing by thirty percent, he still hadn't recovered to his peak state.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
Cheng Kun, holding his Divine Spear, desperately dodged in the void, as a set of high-quality Dao King armor emerged around him. Although he moved quickly, the sheer number of Seven-Colored Spear beams was overwhelming.
"Bang!"
While dodging, a Seven-Colored Spear beam struck Cheng Kun in the chest, causing the armor to cave in, and his ribs to break.
Cheng Kun spat out three mouthfuls of blood, like a meteor plummeting into the void.
Standing at a height of one hundred twenty thousand zhang, Tan Yun suddenly shrank back to his normal height. In an instant, the remaining Seven-Colored Spear shadows in the sky completely dissipated.
At this moment, Cheng Kun managed to halt his plummeting body and staggered off toward the distant horizon, but his escape speed was painfully slow!
"Yuan'er, save me..." Cheng Kun cried out weakly, his face pale.
Meanwhile, far away, several million miles away, Fang Yuan was embroiled in a life-threatening battle with Zhou Liren, unable to hear Cheng Kun's cries for help, nor could she spare the attention to use her divine consciousness to check.
In her eyes, there was no need to check; she firmly believed that Cheng Kun could annihilate Tan Yun.
"You perverted bitch, today I will make you die!" Zhou Liren, wielding his divine staff, moved with the agility of a monkey, relentlessly attacking Fang Yuan.
Gasping for breath, Fang Yuan fought back with all her might while spitting venomous words, "Old man, just wait! Once my husband takes care of the Marquis of Divine Valor, he and I will surely strip you of your skin and bones, and shred your corpse into pieces!"
"Haha, even at this point, you’re still dreaming?" After mocking her, Zhou Liren's murky eyes revealed a look of admiration. "Do you think the Marquis of Divine Valor is someone your husband can easily crush?"
"Just a mere fruit that your husband can squeeze at will? Let me tell you, over a hundred thousand years ago, the Marquis of Divine Valor was already the strongest below the Dao God Realm in the Western Continent Ancestral Dynasty at the first layer of the ancestral sage realm!"
"And now the Marquis of Divine Valor has reached the ninth layer of the daoist realm. If he fights for his life, even a typical great perfection of the dao king realm would struggle!"
While dodging, Fang Yuan sneered, "Pfft, stop bragging, who are you trying to scare?"
"Scare you? Haha!" Zhou Liren mocked, "Why don't you release your divine consciousness and see what state your husband is in? You're still here boasting, how ridiculous."