I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 989 - 638: Domain of the Artifact Soul (3)

Zhuang Ting stood at the center of the battlefield, watching Xiong approach step by step, his expression growing increasingly grave.

The violent aura emanating from Xiong made him feel a trace of heart palpitations.

He realized the opponent was only at Peak Tier Six, while he himself was a Tier Seven Spiritualist, with the Wind King’s bloodline support, giving him an absolute speed advantage. But with Zhuang Sheng’s previous defeat right before his eyes, he dared not be careless, gripping his longsword tightly, his body taut and ready for battle.

"Both sides are ready, Star Battle Round Two, mence!"

The elder of Dongfang City shouted loudly, and at the moment his voice fell, the battle erupted instantly.

Zhuang Ting hesitated not a moment, launching the first attack.

At the center of his brow, the mark of wind lit up, a pale cyan halo engulfing his entire body. His speed exploded instantly, his figure transforming into a cyan afterimage, charging toward Xiong like a ghost, the longsword in his hand flashing with cold light, bringing fierce Sword Qi, precisely stabbing at Xiong’s vital points.

Ding ding ding ding——

A series of crisp metal collision sounds rang out instantly, like a torrential rain, the longsword precisely piercing Xiong’s heavy armor, sparks flying, the fierce Sword Qi spreading along the armor, yet never able to break through the thick defense, not even leaving a white mark.

Zhuang Ting’s pupils contracted sharply, a sense of helplessness surging in his heart, but he did not give up. Taking a deep breath, he accelerated again, moving swiftly like a ghost around Xiong, continuously waving the longsword, dense sword shadows stabbing at Xiong’s vital points, each stroke exerting full force, Sword Qi roaring, wind whistles piercing the eardrums. But no matter how he attacked, he could not inflict the slightest harm on Xiong, only leaving a trail of sparks on the armor.

Xiong stood still, facing Zhuang Ting’s tempest-like attacks, seeming very cumbersome.

He was originally a Power Type Martial Artist, even with armor augmentation, enhancing some speed, but pared to Zhuang Ting, a Tier Seven Spiritualist with Wind King’s bloodline augmentation, he was still at a clear speed disadvantage.

For a moment, he could only passively block, unable to launch an effective counterattack.

Fortunately, Xiong had ample bat experience, knowing how to handle such opponents.

Roar!

Xiong suddenly lifted his head, letting out a deafening roar.

With the roar, the blood-red giant axe in his hand suddenly burst with dazzling blood light, the blood light soaring, a surge of violent aura exploding instantly, then, on the giant axe, a blurred beast shadow slowly emerged.

It was a gigantic, ferocious-looking Fierce Blood Beast, the blood beast raising its head with a deafening howl, a terrifying gravity instantly spreading from Xiong as the center.

Mount Suppression!

This was the advanced Enchantment Power awakened after the giant axe was fortified by the Power of the Martial Immortal, and with the addition of the weapon soul, this gravity became incredibly terrifying, like a mountain pressing down, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

Zhuang Ting, moving rapidly, suddenly felt a heavy burden added to his body, his figure momentarily stagnating, speed plummeting, and his once almost phantom-like shadow became much slower, the speed of swinging his longsword was also reduced by half.

Moreover, the blood-red weapon soul released an exclusive domain, with Xiong as the center, within a radius of several kilometers, instantly covered by a vast Sea of Blood, a rich, bloody atmosphere pervading the field, the killing intent overwhelming.

Under the influence of this domain, Zhuang Ting felt unsuitable scenes of slaughter flashing through his mind from time to time, those bloody, violent scenes constantly assaulting his mind, making his spirit bewildered, his focus difficult to maintain, and his sword moves increasingly chaotic.

Zhuang Ting was greatly alarmed, desperately trying to steady his mind, mobilizing Spiritual Energy and Spiritual Power to resist the domain’s influence, but the killing intent was too intense, and the weapon soul’s pressure too formidable. The more he struggled, the more chaotic his mind became.

Xiong seized the opportunity, fiercely swinging the blood-red giant axe in his hand, carrying boundless blood light and violent force, sweeping towards Zhuang Ting.

Zhuang Ting hurriedly mobilized Spiritual Energy to swing the longsword to block, with a loud "clang," the giant axe collided fiercely with the longsword, a majestic force rushing into Zhuang Ting’s body through the longsword. Zhuang Ting only felt a sharp pain in his arm, the longsword nearly slipping from his hand, his entire body being shaken backwards repeatedly, a trail of fresh blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Before Zhuang Ting could steady himself, Xiong swung the giant axe again, striking towards him, the blood light on the giant axe being increasingly dazzling, the roar of the weapon soul increasingly piercing.

The two exchanged several moves, each block by Zhuang Ting was shaken by Xiong’s tremendous force, making his Qi and blood churn, Spiritual Energy disorderly, and the pressure ever-growing.

At this moment, the blood-red weapon soul’s eyes suddenly emitted two scarlet rays of light, an even more terrifying killing intent flooding into Zhuang Ting’s mind instantly.

Zhuang Ting only felt a roar in his mind, the terrifying killing intent raging in his mind, an uncontrollable terror arising from the depths of his heart, making him pletely rigid.

This is it!

Xiong’s eyes flashed with a trace of blood, without any hesitation, he raised the blood-red giant axe high and then fiercely swung it down, carrying an unmatched power, slashing at Zhuang Ting’s waist!

Thud——

A muffled tearing sound rang out, Zhuang Ting’s body was brutally slashed in half by the giant axe, blood sprayed out instantly, dyeing the snow-covered ground red, and splattering on Xiong’s heavy armor, the dark red blood stains intertwined with the dark brown armor, adding an additional layer of ferocity and terror.

Xiong, holding the blood-red giant axe, remained standing in place, like a god of slaughter emerging from hell, surrounded by overwhelming blood light and violent aura, exuding an oppressive feeling that made the heart race.

The oute was once again determined without suspense.

This defeat shattered the belief of the few big family clans, everyone stared ahead in silence, their eyes full of powerlessness and bitterness.