"What are your plans now?"
"Naturally, revenge!"
...
Red Feather Alliance.
Fang Ting sat on the throne, his face ashen.
The Fire God Bloodline within him almost ignited in fury.
But for the sake of the Featherd Clan’s image, he had to endure.
He didn’t expect that a single Mortal Clan genius could have such influence, rallying twenty thousand Mortal Clan trialists to join him.
Even Lafu, Louis, and other supre geniuses have defected to him.
Now, only forty thousand trialists remain within the scroll, half from the Yellow Sky Alliance and only seventeen thousand from his Red Feather Alliance.
Three thousand others are neutral.
The king of the Shadow Kill Clan was equally at a loss in the shadows.
Previously, when Lu Chenzhou single-handedly stord the Red Feather Alliance, they attempted to use Xia Realm trialists as hostages to threaten Lu Chenzhou.
But who would have thought that once those captured Martial Artists left the Shadow Space, their first action was to place a Life and Death Mark on the Shadow Kill Clan.
They could only annihilate all the Martial Artists, naturally unable to lure Lu Chenzhou into the trap set by the Shadow Kill Clan.
He recalled the cold, calm, yet extrely murderous gaze of Lu Chenzhou before he left, and felt a chill down his spine.
He believed that if given the chance, Lu Chenzhou would surely go to the world of the Shadow Kill Clan and slaughter them all.
Therefore, at any cost, Lu Chenzhou must be killed here to eliminate future threats!
...
Ti passed.
In the blink of an eye, it was the 100th day of the trial.
Outside the scroll, the Water Spirit clasped her hands, and the scroll began to slowly close.
In the void, a giant chessboard-like arena was forming.
Fifty thousand figures landed on either side of the arena.
At the far ends, the figures of Lu Chenzhou and Fang Ting descended from the sky, looking at each other with murderous intent.
"Kill!"
No need for words, the troops of both sides who had long harbored hatred charged forward.
Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.
Lu Chenzhou moved like an arrow released from a bowstring, twirling his Big Spear casually, slicing through over ten marked Red Feather Alliance people in half.
"Hahaha, die, die!" Louis transford into a bloodthirsty Berserker, sweeping through a group of Third Realm as if facing no opponent.
Ti passed, and the number on the battlefield quickly dwindled.
Many were eliminated after failing, while others were killed on the spot.
In the chaos, Fang Ting led thirty skilled mbers of the Featherd Clan, using the cover of the Shadow Kill Clan, swiftly approached Lu Chenzhou.
Even if it ant death, he wanted to kill this person!
"Form the formation!" Flas and sword light descended from the sky, forming a cage of fire, trapping Lu Chenzhou within.
Lu Chenzhou riding a Ye Feng, bounced back and forth like black light, crashing into barriers everywhere.
Fang Ting’s triumphant laughter resounded: "Haha, I knew your speed was fast, does my Divine Race not have counterasures? Under the Fire God Formation, even a Four Realms powerhouse would struggle to break free, let alone you, a re Third Realm. Dying under this formation, it will be a death worthy of tales among the Three Thousand Worlds’ Mortal Clan. But unfortunately... it’s a legend of death!" Fang Ting raised his hand, and a giant flaming bird with a wingspan of a hundred ters charged towards Lu Chenzhou.
No escape, Lu Chenzhou’s expression remained unmoved, his pitch-black eyes flickering.
"I wish to borrow the Heaven and Earth Power!"
A shocking spear pierced forth, bringing with it the descent of night, enveloping the do.
In the darkness, a city, bustling with lights and flowers, erged as a phantom.
Lu Chenzhou, standing above, thrust his spear, the overwhelming Heaven and Earth Power poured into it.
Within him, a boundless and indescribable power filled him, as if he had swallowed an entire... world!
In an instant, he entered a profound, almost immortal-like Unity of Heaven and Man realm.
In his telekinetic perception, the Yin Yang Five Elents Power of heaven and earth, like strands of silk, wove everything together.
He, as if the puppet master, through the World Dao, with an invisible hand, manipulated those real yet elusive to non-Heavenly Phenonon Masters, powers.
"Wind, thunder, rain, electricity, all phenona of heavens and earth... to borrow the Heaven and Earth Power to strengthen oneself, only then can one unleash the ultimate destructive force!"
An awe-inspiring aura rose, a Dao Yun power, or rather a Law force, radiated from Lu Chenzhou, extending over tens of thousands of trialists.
Everyone gazed in shock towards the place where the two alliance leaders were battling, the origin of this Dao Yun power.
In a trance, they seed to witness a city full of human fireworks descending from the sky, suppressing all demons and ghosts!
Above the giant city, Lu Chenzhou, cloaked in a nocturnal cape, looked down like a God at all living beings.
Beneath the giant city, the fiery bird summoned by Fang Ting, capable of holding its own against a Demon King for a mont, shattered after a brief struggle, its cries echoing.
All thirty Third Realm Featherd Clan mbers’ faces turned red, their organs burst, turning to blood mist, dying without pain.
Even Fang Ting’s face twisted, his breath heavy, almost suffocating, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"A re Third Realm Mortal Clan? How could he mobilize the Heaven and Earth Power?"
"Moreover, this isn’t ordinary Five Elents Power... this is complete World Power, using everything in the surrounding heaven and earth to suppress the enemy!"
"Even if a Four Realms were present, they would be no better!"
"I lost... the Red Feather Divine Race lost as well."
With a rumble, the magnificent giant city descended, becoming the sole light in the dark wasteland.
Fang Ting was crushed to a bloody sar, staining the battlefield.
The giant city dissipated, and Lu Chenzhou’s pupils reflected the bustling city within, the myriad of lights.
"Borrow the power of the masses, borrow the Heaven and Earth Power... so this is it."
In his mind, the Martial Arts Tree grew wildly, finally breaking through the thousand-zhang limit.
During the Second Barrier, the Martial Arts Tree had grown to nine hundred zhang.
In the Myriad Miles of Mountains and Rivers Scroll, Lu Chenzhou experienced three months of battle honing.
Before the final battle, his Martial Arts Tree had actually reached 999 zhang.
His World Dao level was just one step away from the Dao’s Second Realm [Seeking Dao].
But that one step stalled him for a full... ten days.
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