"Jianchen, I never thought that you would become so powerful in just a few short years," Ling Yuanzi said with a deep voice. Ling Yuanzi said in a deep voice, but in his heart, there was a burst of anxiety, hoping that the powerhouses of Yi Yuan School would come quickly.
Jianchen said nothing. He charged toward Ling Yuanzi with the Emperor Armament in hand. His sharp eyes were filled with heavy killing intent.
Ling Yuanzi became extremely stern as he watched Jianchen charge over. The current Jianchen was definitely a powerful existence that could threaten his life, yet the experts of the Yiyuan sect still had not arrived. If he continued to fight against Jianchen alone, he would not be able to escape death.
Ling Yuanzi gritted his teeth as if he had finally made up his mind. He said with a deep voice, "Jianchen, I'll spare your life for now. The next time we meet, you better pray for yourself." With that, Ling Yuanzi swung his arm through the air and directly ripped open a spatial crack. He used his abilities as a Holy Emperor to create a Space Gate, planning on escaping.
"Ling Yuanzi, don't even think about escaping!" Jianchen roared at the sky. He swung the Emperor Armament and shot out a huge sword Qi toward the Space Gate.
The huge, black sword Qi cut through space. Wherever the sword Qi passed, a pitch-black spatial crack would be left behind. It rapidly extended toward the Space Gate that Ling Yuanzi had created.
Boom! The sword Qi struck the Space Gate and with a great boom, the violent shockwaves of energy shook up the surrounding space, obliterating a radius of several dozen meters and reducing it to darkness. The Space Gate was greatly affected by the constantly shaking space, directly collapsing, cutting off Ling Yuanzi's path of escape.
Ling Yuanzi paled. As a great elder of a protector clan, a Holy Emperor with a great status, he had chosen to flee from a junior. This was already humiliating enough for him, yet the Space Gate he had created had actually been destroyed by his opponent, cutting off his hopes of escape. This immediately made Ling Yuanzi feel his face burn. He had been utterly humiliated.
Not only had he been forced to flee by a junior, but he had also lost the ability to flee in front of the other party. This made him feel extremely humiliated.
Overwhelming fury burned in Ling Yuanzi's chest. He coldly stared at Jianchen and determination filled his eyes. He yelled out, "Jianchen, since my Quasi-Saint Tier Battle Skill, the Windcloud Blade Formation, can't kill you, I'll let you have a taste of a true Saint Tier Battle Skill." Ling Yuanzi had no other choice now. He could only fight with his back against the wall.
He had been completely frightened by Jianchen's great battle prowess. He did not understand Jianchen's situation, so he did not know that Jianchen's comprehension of the mysteries of the world was still at the Seventh Heavenly Layer. If he chose to flee with his speed, Jianchen would not be able to catch up.
An extremely powerful energy radiated from Ling Yuanzi, causing his clothes to flutter and his hair to dance despite the lack of wind. Suddenly, a tremendous pressure radiated from the surroundings, causing the space in a radius of several dozen kilometers to become viscous. It was as if the pressure could freeze the space there.
The pressure from the surroundings pressed down layer by layer, forming chains that wrapped tightly around Jianchen. It wanted to restrict his movements.
Jianchen bellowed out. The chaotic neidan in his dantian wildly surged with strands of Chaotic Force, fusing with every inch of his flesh and blood. He pushed the defenses of the Chaotic Body to the limit before suddenly jerking. He actually shattered the chains formed by the pressure of the surroundings, causing the space around him to violently tremble.
As soon as Jianchen broke free, an extremely powerful pulse of energy appeared from up ahead. A huge finger had appeared before Ling Yuanzi.
The finger was completely condensed from energy. It was five meters long and half a meter thick. It radiated with a terrifying pressure, causing the surrounding space to distort and blur.
Jianchen finally became rather stern. Ling Yuanzi had finished charging his Saint Tier Battle Skill. With his strength at the Fifth Heavenly Layer of the Holy Emperor, his Saint Tier Battle Skill had already reached the Seventh Heavenly Layer of the Holy Emperor. Jianchen felt slightly threatened.
"Jianchen, I refuse to believe that you can receive my Saint Tier Battle Skill safely. Die!" Ling Yuanzi called out as he suddenly extended his hand toward Jianchen.
Immediately, the huge finger condensed before him pierced through space, charging toward Jianchen with a devastating pressure.
Jian Chen sucked in a deep breath and advanced instead of retreating. He charged at the huge finger without any fear. The Emperor Armament in his hand suddenly expanded, going from four feet long to ten meters in the blink of an eye. He slashed through space and stabbed at the huge finger.
Boom!
A deafening sound rang out in the surroundings. The Emperor Armament and the huge finger collided violently. Powerful and terrifying ripples of energy ripped through the surroundings, causing the space there to darken. Even the sun in the sky paled in comparison.
Jianchen began to rapidly retreat from the violent ripples of energy. He could not stop himself from being blown away. Before him, the finger formed from the Saint Tier Battle Skill did not disperse. It continued to pursue Jianchen without slowing down at all, except it had shrunk by a tenth.
Jianchen bellowed out as the ten-meter-long Emperor Armament in his hand drew a beautiful, black arc in the air, viciously striking the finger once again.
With a boom, the finger shrank by a tenth again from Jianchen's strike. The violent ripples of energy struck Jianchen, causing him to retreat even faster. His clothes had been ripped to shreds, revealing his golden armor.
The finger was at the Holy Emperor's Seventh Heavenly Layer, on par with Jianchen, or even slightly weaker. However, it was still a Saint Tier Battle Skill after all. It was different from regular attacks. Unless there was an absolute difference in strength between the two sides, it would not be so easy to nullify it.
Jianchen furiously roared out. He struck out as hard as he could ten times in a row before finally dispersing the Saint Tier Battle Skill. It dispersed into the surroundings as surging energy. He was protected by the Chaotic Body, so although he was not injured, he was still reduced to a horrible shape.
"Y- y- you actually managed to block my Saint Tier Battle Skill without being injured. H- h- how is that possible?" Ling Yuanzi was stunned as he stared at Jianchen in the distance in shock. He could not be any more shocked.
He knew extremely well just how powerful his Saint Tier Battle Skill was. Even a Seventh Heavenly Layer Holy Emperor would be slightly injured or even heavily injured if he blocked it. Jianchen was nowhere near as powerful as the Holy Emperor, yet he was able to nullify his Saint Tier Battle Skill so easily with his Emperor Armament. He was not injured at all, which filled him with disbelief.
"Ling Yuanzi, you can't even injure me with a Saint Tier Battle Skill. I'd like to see just how you're going to fight me now." Jianchen laughed wildly as he used the Illusory Flash. He turned into a blur as he charged toward Ling Yuanzi. He began a close combat with Ling Yuanzi, engaging in a great battle.
Ling Yuanzi clenched his teeth and endured, hoping to buy more time for the reinforcements to arrive. However, the difference in strength between him and Jianchen was just far too great. He was heavily injured after just a few exchanges. The bones in his chest had been shattered by a single kick from Jianchen, causing his entire chest to cave in. All his organs had ruptured while the wound on his neck was even worse. Half of his neck had been chopped off. If it were not for the fact that he had dodged quickly, his head probably would have been separated from his body.
Just as Ling Yuanzi was in danger, a Space Gate suddenly appeared in the sky. Immediately, several tremendous presences radiated out. The reinforcements from the Yiyuan sect had finally arrived.
Ling Yuanzi rejoiced. He no longer cared about his face as he called out for help, "Yi Yangzi, save me!" Ling Yuanzi's miserable voice was clearly transmitted into the Space Gate, which immediately caused the Space Gate to form even faster.
Jianchen's heart sank slightly. He knew that he did not have much time to kill Ling Yuanzi. He immediately attacked like a thunderbolt. His long sword pierced through the air and went straight for the space between Ling Yuanzi's eyebrows.
Ling Yuanzi immediately used his scimitar to block in front of him. Although it had blocked Jianchen's fatal blow, it had also caused the injuries on his body to worsen, causing him to vomit blood incessantly.
Jianchen's eyes were cold. He did not hesitate in the slightest. The second sword followed closely behind, breaking through the shackles of space, and continued to stab at the space between Ling Yuanzi's eyebrows as fast as lightning.
Ling Yuanzi's pupils shrunk to the size of a needle. There was a look of unwillingness in his eyes. In the face of Jianchen's thunderbolt sword, he, who had been continuously injured, no longer had the ability to resist.
At this moment, the Space Gate had stabilized. A white-robed old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion stepped out of the Space Gate first. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Ling Yuanzi on the brink of death. His face immediately changed as he yelled out, "Stop!" The old man extended a finger and a powerful strand of energy immediately pierced through space, breaking through the limits of distance. It approached Jianchen in a single moment and viciously struck the Emperor Armament that was stabbing at Ling Yuanzi.
As soon as the Emperor Armament came in contact with Ling Yuanzi's forehead, it was knocked away by the powerful strand of energy. The tiny strand of energy contained unbelievable power, actually causing Jianchen's arm to become numb.
Jianchen was astounded. He knew that the strength of the person who had come was not something he could contend against, but he did not show any fear at all. He stabbed out with the Emperor Armament once again, determined to kill Ling Yuanzi.
"Don't you dare!" Yi Yangzi was infuriated. With a wave of his hand, the wind in the surroundings kicked up. A hurricane that could pierce through the surroundings suddenly formed, whistling toward Jianchen.
Jianchen's Emperor Armament had already pierced through Ling Yuanzi's forehead. Just when it was halfway in, the hurricane arrived. The rapidly spinning wind seemed to have turned into sharp blades, constantly slicing at Jianchen's body. It caused intense pain to appear all over Jianchen's body. White marks immediately appeared on his tough body.
At the same time, the violent wind actually pulled him back, preventing the Emperor Armament from advancing any further. Instead, it slowly pulled out from Ling Yuanzi's forehead, unable to pierce through his soul and destroy it.
Even so, it still caused unimaginable damage to Ling Yuanzi's Yuan Spirit, causing him to uncontrollably release a scream. Soon after, the top of his head suddenly cracked open as a dim and lightless Yuan Spirit escaped, flying towards the enraged Yi Yangzi with lightning speed.
Ling Yuanzi had actually abandoned his body and escaped with his soul.
As soon as Ling Yuanzi's soul left his body, the head of his body exploded loudly. Strands of destructive, black energy penetrated his head, blasting it to pieces.
Jianchen's body became more and more uncontrollable under the pull of the hurricane. Seeing Ling Yuanzi's soul escape, he immediately panicked. He directly swung his sword and shot out a powerful sword Qi that tore through space, pursuing Ling Yuanzi's soul.
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