Published: December 28, 2024
Boom! The sword energy surged, and almost all the disciples were shaken to the point of spitting out blood.
Everyone witnessed Qin Chen slice out a sword, as if it had pierced through infinite space. The violent power transformed into a sword dragon, rushing into that void passage, striking towards the distant silhouette of Xiang Wudi at the end of the faraway space.
Although everyone could clearly see the figure of Xiang Wudi, in reality, the layers of spatial mysteries meant that no one truly knew where exactly Xiang Wudi was hidden in the void, or how far away he was. This was why Qin Chen took so long to calculate, eventually deducing the location of Xiang Wudi's body.
Everyone's eyes widened, not daring to blink, all wanting to know if Qin Chen had truly calculated the true location of Xiang Wudi's real body.
Under everyone's gaze, the sword light flashed and directly disappeared into the endless void.
In the next moment! Ah! At the far end of that space, a furious roar erupted, and everyone saw Xiang Wudi's towering figure enveloped by endless sword energy, actually collapsing with a rumbling sound. Under a hundred thousand sword energies, he was instantly obliterated.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked to the point of almost going mad.
"What kind of technique is this from Qin Chen? He actually calculated the location of the Holy Son Xiang Wudi's avatar? How is this possible? With Xiang Wudi's cultivation, hiding in the void with layers upon layers, even some top elders wouldn't be able to find him easily."
"It is rumored that Xiang Wudi has reached the transformation realm in the laws of space. How did Qin Chen find his avatar among billions of spaces?"
"Finding the avatar is one thing, but did you see? Qin Chen actually shattered Xiang Wudi's avatar with a single sword strike. What kind of power is this? I feel an endless slaughter; could it be that Qin Chen is cultivating the legendary Sword of Slaughter?"
"Did you hear that roar just now? That was the avatar of the Holy Son Xiang Wudi being destroyed."
"Xiang Wudi underestimated Qin Chen's strength; this is a disaster for him. His avatar has been destroyed, and he has lost great face."
Countless disciples were shocked beyond measure, all jumping up in amazement.
In the depths of the endless void, a roar suddenly erupted.
"Qin Chen, you deserve to die a thousand deaths! You really deserve to die a thousand deaths! You actually shattered my avatar, waking me from my secluded cultivation. Damn it, how many years has it been since anyone dared to defy my authority? You, a newly promoted little Holy Son, even a thousand cuts won't relieve my hatred; damned, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
Boom! In the distance, the sky ignited with boundless fury, and a majestic figure emerged—Xiang Wudi's true form, his hair standing on end, charging out in madness.
He was in seclusion, cultivating supreme divine skills for the upcoming trials of the saints. Upon hearing that Murong Tian had been suppressed, he thought that releasing an avatar would be enough to obliterate Qin Chen and convey his dominating might. He never anticipated that his condensed avatar would be directly shattered by Qin Chen, causing his main body to fail in seclusion and thwarting his efforts, even risking going mad.
The rage in his heart was unimaginable.
It could drown the heavens and extinguish the fires of the celestial realm.
Buzz! This figure crossed the void, Xiang Wudi let out a long howl, his endless fury could not be described. His Holy Qi soared, flames reaching the sky, resembling a king on a royal tour, he struck out with ferocity!
As he made his move, the winds and clouds changed color, a torrent of divine powers erupted, transforming into a flood, violently crashing towards Qin Chen at the Jiuyang Shenxuan Mountain.
Boom! Almost everyone was knocked to the ground, their bodies feeling as if they would split apart, blood surging, and blood flowed from their seven orifices.
Xiang Wudi unleashed his true strength—strong! Strong beyond belief! His Holy Essence radiated from himself, forming concentric circles, rippling outward.