Xiao Chen's lifeless palm immediately regained its luster and recovered to its original state. His fingers were as nimble as before.
Wang Can narrowed his eyes and said sullenly, "You comprehended the will of thunder. No wonder you dare to snatch my, Wang Can's, things. However, if this is your trump card, you still have to die!"
Xiao Chen did not want to expose the secret of the scarlet throne. However, the other party pressed on. He had no choice but to draw the Lunar Shadow Saber and fight.
Black clouds churned, and muffled thunderous sounds rang out continuously. Wang Can, who was seated on the throne, charged over with the might of the dead.
The two quickly exchanged moves in the Starry Heavens. As the will of death pressed on, more and more Mental Energy cracks appeared in Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness.
On the Haotian Sect's King Grade warship, the two Vice Palace Masters looked into the distance. When they saw this battle, they could not help but frown heavily.
"That throne seems to have been left by the ancient Evil King. Unexpectedly, a descendant of the Corpse Race managed to obtain it."
"The throne is split into seven. The Corpse Race cultivates the Death Dao. It is a perfect match for them to obtain the Death Throne. Xiao Chen is probably in trouble."
"It is not convenient for the two of us to make a move. I believe the Corpse Dragon Warship of the Corpse Race is not far away."
"Let's see how it goes. If Xiao Chen's life is in danger, we will have to make a move even if we don't want to. We can only hope that the other party does not send a King Grade warship."
As the two spoke, they steered the warship towards where Xiao Chen and Wang Can fought. At the same time, they brought in the scattered Haotian Sect disciples.
Their gazes never left Xiao Chen and Wang Can. The moment they sensed that something was wrong, they prepared to make a move.
When Wang Can saw the warship flying over and two strong Superior Grade Martial Sages, his expression did not change. Every move he made was extremely lethal.
Based on the situation, Xiao Chen feared exposing the throne, so he was very conservative. Before the surging Wang Can, he could only defend.
"Hand over the Superior Grade Flame Crystal Rock, and we will end today's matter."
Wang Can felt that he already held the upper hand. The two Superior Grade Martial Sages of the Haotian Sect were already here. It was impossible to kill Xiao Chen, so he could only quit while he was ahead.
Kacha!
However, just at this moment, something strange happened. The Mental Energy wrapped around the scarlet throne in Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness shattered. A berserk killing aura surged out.
Under Xiao Chen's feet, a red cloud rolled up and down. The blood-colored Massacre Throne lay quietly on top of it, waiting for its king.
The moment the scarlet throne appeared, Wang Can's expression completely changed. He said somewhat excitedly, "The Massacre Throne! Ha ha ha! Looks like my luck is extraordinarily good. I actually managed to run into the Massacre Throne."
"That's right, your luck is really extraordinary."
Now that the secret was exposed, the killing Qi on Xiao Chen's face finally gathered. His cold voice was like a bone-piercing cold light, causing Wang Can to feel a chill for some reason.
Boom!
Xiao Chen sat down gently and leaned back on the throne. His soaring aura turned into a red light and rose up. Vaguely, there seemed to be a thirty-meter-long golden dragon soaring within the red light.
At this moment, the King True Dragon's aura was released together with the state of massacre without any suppression.
The horrifying might instantly pushed back Wang Can's aura, suppressing him to the point that he could not breathe properly.
Wang Can's clothes and hair fluttered wildly behind him. He looked like he was about to fly up.
Xiao Chen smacked his palm on the armrest, and the will of death in the throne surged and gathered. A black light soared into the sky.
The mark on Wang Can's forehead flickered continuously. The might of the will of death clashed wildly with the might of Xiao Chen's Massacre True Dragon.
A strange scene appeared in the boundless Starry Heavens. Two beams of light, one black and one red, intertwined and formed a cosmic storm.
The meteors flying in the surroundings all deviated from their original trajectories and spun around the two.
After the secret of the throne was exposed, Xiao Chen no longer held back. He combined the state of massacre with the King True Dragon to form a vast might and clashed with Wang Can, not backing down at all.
The purple talisman in Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness spun gently, ready to deal a fatal blow at any moment.
Wang Can's swarthy face looked extremely unsightly. I can clearly feel that he has not signed a contract with the existence in the throne, unable to raise his state to the will of massacre.
Why can't my will of death hold the upper hand? Why do I have to work so hard? Furthermore, I even seem to be at a disadvantage.
As the auras clashed, the cosmic storm around the two became even more ferocious.
Not only could the meteors flying in the surroundings deviate from their trajectories, but the suction it formed even pulled the distant meteors over.
More and more meteors gathered. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of meteors had gathered. As they spun, they formed a three-kilometer-tall cluster of meteors.
Through the cracks between the meteors, one could see two thrones, one black and one red. They faced each other and spiraled up. The clothes of the two people on the thrones fluttered, and their long hair fluttered.
When the two thrones were about to leave the cluster of meteors, the two squinted and stood up at the same time.
"Kill!"
"Die!"
Horrifying energy mixed with a boundless aura burst out at the same time. The tens of thousands of meteors instantly turned into dust. The starry heavens churned endlessly, scattering everywhere.
The previous true inheritors on the Haotian Sect's King Grade warship were all stunned when they saw this magnificent scene.
The cluster of meteors turned to dust. Amid the dust, Xiao Chen's peak state of massacre combined with the King Grade True Dragon Qi formed a golden "kill" character.
Boundless black death Qi poured out of the throne behind Wang Can. The horrifying will of death formed a sinister black "death" character in the air.
The two pointed at each other, and the golden "kill" character and the black "death" character clashed violently in the starry heavens.
A will was a will, after all. It was one level higher than a state. The peak state of massacre combined with the King Grade True Dragon Qi might be stronger in terms of might and pressure, but there was a huge difference in the destructive power of the two.
"Pu ci!" The golden "kill" character scattered and turned into strands of wandering massacre Qi moving around in the starry heavens.
Wang Can revealed a sinister smile on his pitch-black face as he shouted, "Kill!"
The slightly weakened "death" character turned into a slender black sword and chopped at Xiao Chen furiously. This was the form of his will, the Sword of the Dead.
At this moment, Wang Can's eyes brimmed with confidence. Although his will of death had lost some of its might due to the clash with the peak state of massacre, it was still a piece of cake. However, it was still a piece of cake for the will of death to defeat the will of energy.
Once Wang Can used this sword, he could easily break Xiao Chen's will of thunder. Then, he could snatch the Massacre Throne and advance to an unrivaled half-Sage.
However, there was always a subtle difference between one's thoughts and reality. Xiao Chen's will of thunder was not an ordinary will of thunder. It was the immortal will of thunder. It was a copy of Divine Lightning and an immortal talisman.
If it were a complete will of death, it might have the advantage of a high-ranked will.
It might be able to compete with Xiao Chen's immortal will of thunder. However, how could the will of death, which had exhausted a significant portion of its strength?
A purple light flickered on Wang Can's forehead, and the talisman with the immortal talisman on it flickered. Electric light tore through the air, and the black sword instantly exploded into nothing.
Wang Can vomited a mouthful of black blood. Before he could do anything, the purple talisman carrying the might of immortal thunder flashed and gave off a dazzling light in the starry heavens.
By the time the electricity stopped, Wang Can had already been sent flying five kilometers away. Many large meteors had been turned to dust by him. A bloody hole the size of a bowl had appeared in his chest, and sparks were still flickering nonstop.
When Xiao Chen raised his head to take a look, he felt slightly startled. I wonder what material this fellow's physical body is made of? Even the will talisman cannot pierce through it.
Xiao Chen could clearly see that Wang Can was not wearing any inner armor or Secret Treasure.
However, this had nothing to do with Xiao Chen. At this moment, Wang Can had already lost his ability to fight and was no longer a threat to him.
Xiao Chen gently pushed off the starry heavens and arrived before the Death Throne. A fervent expression appeared in his eyes as he stretched his hand out to grab the throne.
Just at this moment, Xiao Chen sensed extreme danger. In the distant starry heavens, three black dragon breaths pierced through the starry heavens, heading for Xiao Chen.
As long as Xiao Chen made a move to grab the Death Throne, he would immediately be struck by these dragon breaths. He might be crushed into a bloody mist, dying without a complete corpse.
On the Haotian Sect's warship, the two Vice Palace Masters exclaimed in shock, "Three black dragon breaths. It really is a King Grade Corpse Dragon warship."
"Xiao Chen, quickly retreat. That is a black dragon breath refined from a True Dragon corpse. You cannot block it."
The Vice Palace Master on the left quickly sent a voice projection to Xiao Chen, instructing him to retreat.
Xiao Chen's face sank. However, he did not intend to give up. He had long expected that there would be a major faction following Wang Can. Otherwise, he would not have been so afraid of the throne being exposed at the start.
Just Wang Can alone would not have made him feel this way.
However, now that the throne was exposed, if he left like this, he would not be able to obtain any benefits. Furthermore, he would expose the fact that he had a valuable treasure on him. He would not be satisfied with that.
Xiao Chen glanced around, and two beams of light — one purple and one white — flashed in his eyes. The Lunar True Flame and the Purple Thunder True Fire chased each other in the air.
In the blink of an eye, they formed a Taiji Yinyang Flame Diagram with the eight trigrams, the four divisions, and all sorts of profound talisman scripts. The Four Divisions Holy Beasts flashed in the Taiji Yinyang Flame Diagram, forming a complete scene.
"What is he doing?"
The Vice Palace Master on the left revealed heavy doubt in his eyes, unable to understand.
"It's over. The black dragon breath can easily kill an Inferior Grade Martial Sage. We do not dare to clash head-on with it," the Vice Palace Master on the right sighed in despair.
A golden light flickered, and the Taiji Yinyang Flame Diagram gave off a bright light. To everyone's astonished gazes, it unexpectedly blocked the three dragon breaths.
However, it only blocked them for a second. However, this one second was enough to do a lot of things.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and tossed the Death Throne into his Universe Ring. Then, electric light erupted under Xiao Chen's feet as he quickly headed for the King Grade warship.
The black shock wave surged out in all directions like a wave of death. Meteors silently turned into powder.
The shock wave arrived too quickly. Xiao Chen could not dodge it completely. He activated the Sage Grade pagoda in his chest and formed a pagoda image encasing his body.
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