Su Zhan’s fighting style was full of violent aesthetics.
He could use the force of a peak Calamity Eighth Stage combined with a peak Ocean Realm Eighth Stage to suppress a Calamity Tenth Stage powerhouse.
While the three top fighters each faced the opposing leaders,
the other battlefronts likewise tilted overwhelmingly in their favor.
Wang Mingyuan matched up against a black-robed man of Calamity Third Stage.
Although that black-robed cleric’s realm was slightly higher, in the face of Wang Mingyuan’s warfare-hardened tactics he was driven to nothing but defense, utterly unable to counterattack.
Feng Jue, Liu Ziming, and Xu Hao ford a finely tuned combat team to confront a Special-risk level guard.
Feng Jue’s Startling Swan Sword delivered the main assault, swordlight like a rainbow, striking vital points.
Liu Ziming’s Purple Thunder launched area bombardnts that disrupted and paralyzed the enemy.
Xu Hao relied on teleportation to appear and vanish like a ghost, his daggers targeting the foe’s weak defenses and blind spots.
The trio’s coordination was seamless; though individually not as strong as their opponent,
they stubbornly held the enemy and gradually seized the upper hand.
The Three Elders sat in the rear and did not directly join the fray, yet their command and coordination were crucial.
They calmly observed the entire battlefield, constantly adjusting deploynts through communication, ordering reserves to intercept any escapees.
They coordinated reinforcents from all sides, ensuring the whole battle operated like a precise machine, leaving the Transcendence Society no room to breathe or counterattack.
This was an unequivocal annihilation.
Under the crushing force of two Half-step Transcendent absolute powers,
under the fierce fighting of top elites like Su Zhan,
and under the united resolve of all Daxia’s elite forces,
the Transcendence Society’s last frantic resistance would end in futility.
The seniors’ vision and regard
Mo Yuan shattered that dark-red armored Giant Man with a single punch.
Zhang Daoxuan exhaled and dispersed that faceless Tall, Skinny Guy in one breath.
The two Half-step Transcendents did not look at the results they had produced.
Mo Yuan stood with hands behind his back, his deep gaze calmly sweeping across the boiling battlefield.
Zhang Daoxuan gently flicked his dust whisk and closed his eyes again, as if cultivating breath, as if his spirit traveled beyond the world.
Only the Taiji diagram slowly rotating above their heads still emitted a Daoist essence that steadied heaven and earth.
They no longer acted.
Not because their strength was exhausted, nor out of indifference, but from a breadth of vision tempered by two centuries of storms.
The overall situation was decided; the remaining enemies were exactly the whetstones to sharpen the younger generation.
They were long past the need to scramble for credit.
Raising newcors, allowing the young to be forged in blood and fire, was the foundation for a civilization’s lasting vitality.
This had always been their assud responsibility.
At this mont, both Half-step Transcendents’ gazes, intentionally or not, turned more and more toward the sa direction.
Toward Su Zhan, who was fiercely clashing with the Refined Gentleman.
Mo Yuan’s gaze was calm and still.
He was assessing, asuring where this overly young junior—already possessing world-shaking power—truly reached in potential and limit.
Though Zhang Daoxuan’s eyes were closed, his spiritual sense enveloped the combat circle where Su Zhan fought.
He sighed softly in his heart: “This youth’s Dao is neither orthodox nor evil; within world-destroying force there hides a sliver of vitality… fortune? disaster? Yet surely, a change unseen in a thousand ages.”
They watched Su Zhan press that Calamity Tenth Stage peak down with a stormlike offensive.
They watched how the Fla of Destruction burned away the enemy’s defenses step by step.
They watched the young figure beco increasingly refined through battle.
This was a silent guardianship.
They removed the greatest obstacle, clearing the stage for their junior, then withdrew to the wings.
Quietly they observed how the new generation’s blade would unfold its own sharpness on this final stage.
“Ugh!”
The Refined Gentleman was driven into a sorry state by Su Zhan’s relentless annihilating assaults.
“You forced into this!”
He roared, ripping open his chest suddenly.
A heavy book-shaped illusion ford from pure shadow slowly rose from his chest cavity.
It was the Transcendence Society’s sacred artifact, the projection of the Sacred Codex!
The instant the Sacred Codex manifested, the evil energy of the entire core space seed to find its source and frantically converged upon it.
Even the other Daxia elites locked in battle felt a montary daze, as if innurable malicious whispers sounded in their ears, urging them to abandon resistance and embrace the darkness inside.
“With my blood and soul as sacrifice, I respectfully summon the Sacred Codex…”
The Refined Gentleman spat a mouthful of pitch-black blood imbued with origin power, sprinkling it onto the Sacred Codex illusion.
“Vzzz—!”
The Sacred Codex trembled violently, its pages turning without wind, and an invisible substance struck directly at his consciousness core.
One second earlier,
Su Zhan still maintained his composure, driving the Fla of Destruction ever closer.
The next second,
he felt his soul being dragged into a boundless, pitch-black abyss.
Countless tempting voices rang directly in the depths of his mind:
“Do you see it? This is humanity! Fragile, hypocritical, jealous, greedy… they reject you, fear you, simply because you are more perfect than them…”
“Embrace the Mist… this is the source of power… break the weak shell of humanity, reveal your true form… that is the path of evolution…”
“Destroy, annihilate these ants! They do not deserve to coexist with you! With their blood and screams, pave your way to the supre throne!”
“Hunger… devour them… their flesh, their souls, will beco your strongest sustenance! This is instinct, a blessing, the truth!”
…
Along with these voices, countless bloody and alluring hallucinations arose before his eyes.
Cities burned in black flas.
Countless humans beca his strength amidst wails.
He tore at the bodies of forr comrades, savoring the ultimate pleasure as Life Essence surged into him.
His form grew more monstrous, stronger, towering above all living things…
This was the Sacred Codex’s most terrible power.
It stimulated and amplified the deepest hunting and annihilating instincts in an Aberrant’s life root.
Its goal was to fundantally twist Su Zhan’s will, to reduce him into a monster ruled by primal desire, to make him destroy with his own hands everything he once protected, to ruin his na, and to be utterly spat upon by human society!
A delighted smile appeared on the Refined Gentleman’s face.
He stared fixedly at Su Zhan, yearning to see clarity in the other’s eyes replaced by madness.
He hoped the terrifying Fla of Destruction would reverse and blast his comrades instead.
Su Zhan faced this tide-like onslaught of spiritual temptation and lust.
The dragon horns suddenly lit up.
The Golden Vertical Pupils only showed a fleeting mont of clarity.
Those bloody hallucinations, like mirages, collapsed one after another.
“Power… I need power, but never by devouring my kind…”
“My form is decided by , requiring no gift from the Mist, nor a pretext for corruption…”
“Annihilation? My annihilation is aid only at enemies, only to protect what I accept!”
“Instinct? Desire? Ridiculous! The will of Su Zhan is not to be governed by re instinct!”
His path was to seize everything to strengthen himself, but that seizure followed his own code.
His strength originated from the Mist.
Yet his will had long surpassed base instinct.
The Reforge Fruit had reshaped not only his foundation but given him an otherworldly, absolute control.
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