Lin Xin’s fourteen white wings gave a fierce tremble, producing terrifying propulsion. Borrowing the montum, he swung the Sword of Joy with imnse power, striking hard at Fang Yu’s waist.
The absolute cause-and-effect isolation of Primordial Self-Reliance Ning’an Technique was instantly shattered by more than half.
The Sword of Joy attempted to thrust forward but was caught by Fang Yu’s palm.
"Return to Origin!!"
With his other hand, he drew a silver short blade and slashed it toward Lin Xin’s forehead.
Lin Xin raised his hand to block.
Puff.
The short blade cut into his palm, quickly releasing a terrifying suction. The intricate patterns engraved on the blade started twisting and jumping violently.
Lin Xin sharply felt so imnse force attempting to pull him into a confined space to imprison him.
"It’s useless."
He spoke in a deep voice.
Countless purifying white lights exploded directly from his body, instantly dispelling all forces and fields acting upon him.
Such was the power of the purifying force.
The fourteen-winged Chanting Star Clan form he had achieved directly after breaking 1 million points in average attributes.
At this level, the purifying force had beco imnsely terrifying.
A small cluster of it could, if left unchecked, destroy most of a small world.
The Return to Origin Blade was instantly repelled.
Despite its imnse power, the blade was only suited to deal with beings weaker than its wielder.
Seeing the blade repelled, Fang Yu knew he had failed.
Without waiting for the blade to bounce back, the fleshy wings on his back swept forward, their spikes extending like arms to stab at Lin Xin’s sides.
His speed was astonishingly fast, to the point that ordinary Heavenly Venerables couldn’t react, but Lin Xin was different.
Reaching this stage, pure True Yuan enhancent allowed a cultivator’s physique to reach an inconceivable level.
At this mont, Fang Yu was such a case.
His True Yuan and other forces had wrought unimaginable reinforcent to his body.
But Lin Xin was different, his attributes had inherently reached that state.
He wasn’t like Fang Yu, who, with True Yuan, was imnsely powerful but saw a significant drop in strength without it.
Facing the stabbing wings, Lin Xin flicked the Sword of Joy, lightly tapping the tips of the spikes.
Through accumulated power from their earlier clash, the Sword of Joy had grown even stronger, instantly shattering and twisting the spikes.
At the sa ti, two streams of dark, deep mist sprayed from the spikes, striking hard at his shadow on the ground instead of Lin Xin himself.
"Shadow Bind!"
Fang Yu sneered as the black mist fixed Lin Xin in place for a mont.
Taking advantage of this brief second, his palms erupted with fierce spiraling black energy, striking heavily at Lin Xin’s chest.
"Die!!!"
Boom!!!
The black energy enveloped in white light exploded mightily.
At the center, a massive black-and-white light mass expanded, its diater reaching several miles.
The space instantly shattered, revealing a black-red abyss beneath.
The abyss continued breaking apart, exposing the next layer of a black-purple desolate world.
Countless purple mists frantically gushed out from the tears.
These mists, while seemingly vaporous, were in fact ford of innurable tiny, fatal insects, combining for a deadly onslaught.
But as soon as the insects t the white light surrounding Lin Xin, parts of them instantly vanished, emitting terrified wailing and scattering away.
Boom boom boom boom boom....!!!
Fang Yu’s palms unleashed continuous bursts of power, creating one massive explosion after another.
Each explosion was potent enough to annihilate the avatar of a peak Planet-Level Heavenly Venerable. He unleashed over ten such explosive Palm Forces in succession.
Space within a ten-thousand-ter radius started to destabilize.
This resulted from extre spatial and temporal damage.
If the stability were wholly destroyed, the spaceti in this area would collapse entirely, causing irrevocable Eternal Slumber Serpent calamities.
Fang Yu, however, paid no heed, having ingested the Origin of a Taoist Ancestor and remained clueless about the true extent of his power.
Now, he attacked with full force, sparing no rcy, capable even of fracturing the Shadow Realm’s space to this degree.
Sustaining his assault for several breaths longer.
Finally, he slowly withdrew his hands.
"Is he dead?"
He focused his eyes on the mass of light and spatial fragnts amidst the explosion.
Boom!!
Suddenly, an imnsely powerful sword light, ten tis larger than before, slashed down directly toward him.
Before the sword light even reached his head.
Fang Yu felt an acute pain across his whole body imdiately, his ears bombarded with deafening roars as he flew backward, weightlessly.
His colossal body was struck squarely in the head, rolling over and over backward.
The trendous force hamred him about like a stick, flipping his head and legs in turmoil.
An enormous mountain, thousands of ters tall, was cracked right in the center by the back of his head, leaving a significant cleft.
One side of a kiloter-wide abyss wall exploded violently as his massive body slamd into it.
Countless fragnts and dirt blasted forth, and a mushroom cloud slowly rose.
Fang Yu was deeply embedded into the cliffside, burying himself kiloters deep.
He created a vast, dark crater in the abyss cliff.
Puff!
Lin Xin dispersed the explosive Palm Force and fields around him, his body cloaked in a white robe ford by Purification Light.
His power had grown tenfold from before!
"To think you’d force to use the Sword of Rage...."
He gazed far into the abyss cliff where Fang Yu lay. With his enhanced vision acutely tuned to over a million points, he could see beyond any mortal comprehension.
Monts ago, he had essentially been killed.
Fang Yu’s power was horrifying, enough to directly break through and explode his defenses, totaling over three million, reducing him to primordial elental energy.
It was then that the Supre Jiuyue Divine Wind Sword showed its terror.
Lin Xin had resurrected from chaotic elental energy, his strength surging tenfold.
A sword instantly cleaving down.
The Sword of Rage enhanced all aspects—force, speed, recovery, resistance, defense—by a tenfold increase. Unlike other cultivation decisions that amplified specific aspects, this was comprehensive.
This was why the previous Supre Divine Wind Sword Master reigned invincibly.
The sword stroke swelled with such power that Fang Yu was sent flying, severely injured and caught off guard.
The seemingly invincible Primordial Self-Reliance Ning’an Technique was finally breached.
Lin Xin’s power base was imnse; a tenfold surge for a Heavenly Venerable was an unfathomable leap.
Yet Lin Xin didn’t believe Fang Yu would die so easily.
As a paramount defender of Shadow City, a nearly invincible existence outside a Taoist Ancestor, he would’ve perished eons ago if he could die so easily.
Indeed.
Deep within the cliff, a colossal figure suddenly flew out, charging toward him like lightning.
It was the blood-soaked Fang Yu.
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At this ti, outside Shadow City, Guanyin and the Heavenly Alliance army had also arrived in the vicinity, observing the battle from afar.
On the vast plains, a thousand-ter-tall white light giant was clearly visible to all.
"That’s... Sherie Divine Monarch?!"
A cultivator suddenly recognized the giant, exclaiming in shock.
Guanyin Bodhisattva focused his gaze, recognizing that the white giant standing outside Shadow City was indeed Sherie Divine Monarch Lin Xin.
"What divine skill is this, condensing an avatar purely with elental energy?" He marveled inwardly, acknowledging such a feat required a cultivator’s True Yuan to be highly concentrated and pure.
"Look over there!"
An Arhat shouted loudly.
The crowd swiftly turned towards Lin Xin’s right.
They saw a black streak burst forth, smashing toward the stationary Lin Xin like lightning.
Lin Xin raised his sword for a frontal strike.
"Demonic Wing of Desire!!"
In a low roar.
Lin Xin’s previously sharp blade swiftly dimd under a layer of grayish light, and the once sharp edge dulled rapidly.
The blade’s dullness reduced its sword light’s intensity by half in an instant.
The red sword light had barely shot out when it collided with the black shadow.
Boom!!!!
Lin Xin was violently sent flying. His giant body crashed into Shadow City’s towering thousand-ter walls.
With a trendous crash, countless formation light shields lit up, the walls’ force fields creating ripples, resisting the inhuman force.
Unfortunately, the resistance only lasted three breaths before collapsing.
Lin Xin crashed through the walls, flying into the city, demolishing nurous black stone buildings, destroying many arrays, and crushing countless lives and cultivators before coming to a stop.
He now bore a pitch-black palm imprint on his chest, with cracks spreading from its edges, but they were quickly being repaired.
"So...so strong....!!"
At this mont, Yao YuanHui also arrived. With all obstacles cleaned out on the way, she led the army in rapid advance, finally reaching Shadow City ahead of ti.
She witnessed the spectacular battle between Lin Xin and Fang Yu.
"Co to ." Guanyin also noticed the newly arrived Yao YuanHui and others, quickly calling them over.
"Both the Divine Monarch and Fang Yu are top-tier Constellation-Level Heavenly Venerables. In this stable space of the Shadow Realm, if they fought elsewhere, they could directly battle up to the Tenth Heavenly Realm of the Thirty-Three Heavens."
The two groups left their Taoist soldiers in the rear, now gathering close together, raising a sturdy Golden Light Defense Shield.
Occasionally, huge stones were drawn by the residual forces, hurling like cannonballs and fiercely striking the shield, causing ripples throughout the Golden Light Formation.
Even Guanyin felt a pang of fear.
"No wonder the Great Saint is held in such esteem. In tis of great calamity, they indeed shine on such a stage."
He reckoned that even if he stepped in, he wouldn’t last long, potentially perishing after two strikes.
"What is that divine skill!? How did it weaken our leader’s sword force by half!?"
Yao YuanHui suddenly cried out in shock.
Guanyin imdiately focused his gaze.
Lin Xin and Fang Yu were once more clashing inside Shadow City, their sword light dulled by layers of gray light, reducing its power by half each ti it swung out.
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