Chiyou had lost his final shred of patience for the ants before him; by now, the power he had consud had accumulated considerably, and the Sky Splitting Axe in his hand again glead with sharpness.
He no longer uttered any superfluous words, exterminating these obstacles in his path, for there were more heads outside waiting for him to reap.
This ti, he would slaughter Chang’an, demolish the Heavenly Court, and trample over Ling Mountain, until heads rolled and blood flowed into seas, ensuring that no one in the Three Realms could resist him.
The ax blade he raised glead with a cold luminescence, its powerful oppression bearing down on Nie Caizhu and the others like the awe of the Grim Reaper.
The mont of conclusion had finally arrived.
At this very mont, the tiny black dot in the Void that was nearly impossible to discern with the naked eye suddenly shone with infinite Black Light and rapidly expanded.
A fair hand first reached out from the Black Light, accompanied by a large volu of Gray Mist.
Imdiately afterwards, a figure erged swiftly from the mist, appearing before Nie Caizhu and the others, enveloped in mist as if clad in a great mantle of clouds, resembling an Immortal descending to the mortal world.
"Shen Luo..." Bai Xiaotian exclaid in surprise.
Everyone’s gaze shifted instantly, staring in amazent at the mist-shrouded, blurred silhouette.
Shen Luo did not turn back; instead, he faced Chiyou’s strike and reached up with one hand.
There was no visible flow of spiritual energy or Mana along his arm, and his movents seed sowhat slow, appearing unremarkable at first, yet the result astounded everyone.
They saw him effortlessly block the Axe light of the Sky Splitting Axe, as if a swirl of chaos mist in his palm absorbed the power within the ax light in an instant, dissipating all its might.
Not waiting for everyone’s astonishnt to subside, Shen Luo had already advanced towards the blade, maintaining his posture, his tiger’s mouth supporting it to clutch the shining edge of the Sky Splitting Axe.
The sharp sound of "clang" shifted everyone from the shock of Shen Luo’s resurrection into an even greater shock.
"He... He caught the Sky Splitting Axe with his bare hands?" Lu Huaming asked with a dry throat, finding it hard to believe.
No one answered him, all of them were gawking like him, too amazed to speak.
"How is this possible?" Even Chiyou burst out in disbelief.
Yet at this mont, he suddenly discovered that the Sky Splitting Axe he had been holding onto showed a rare sign of excitent, vibrating on its own as if to break free from his control.
Know that after Shen Luo had refined the Sky Splitting Axe earlier, he could snatch it at will and even slay Shen Luo with it. The Sky Splitting Axe had remained obedient in his hand, willing to be his instrunt of slaughter.
But now, it seed to have a will to resist.
Chiyou could not allow this and imdiately filled the Sky Splitting Axe with all his Demonic Qi, determined to slay Shen Luo again, regardless of how he resurrected.
However, the more he tightened his control, the more obvious the Axe’s will to resist beca, and the louder its resonant hum beca.
"It’s not yours; holding onto it won’t work," Shen Luo sneered, fingers clasping as he yanked the ax blade towards his chest.
The Sky Splitting Axe, though gripped tightly by Chiyou, mysteriously shrank in size, breaking away and, as if guided by Shen Luo, was tossed up by him, who then caught the handle.
"Hush..."
This ti, upon holding the Sky Splitting Axe again, Shen Luo imdiately felt an entirely different sensation from before. In that instant, he sensed a Warm Current surging from the Axe as though rging with his veins.
He and the Sky Splitting Axe seed to have ford a bloodline connection, rged into one.
"It wasn’t a destructive aura, but a chaos aura, immortality, it’s the principle of non-destruction and reconstitution; if Heaven pressures , I will step back thrice." Shen Luo instantly comprehended in his heart.
At the sa ti, the hand gripping the Sky Splitting Axe grew increasingly hot.
They watched as the intricate patterns on the Axe began to glow with red light, a scorching breath spreading down its length, yet its body did not turn crimson, only the blade glead with a layer of brilliant light as if aglow.
"Chaos Body..."
Chiyou, observing the changes in Shen Luo, finally showed a change in expression, with a flash of fear passing through his eyes.
"This turmoil in the Three Realms ought to conclude now," Shen Luo said calmly.
As his words fell, he stepped towards Chiyou.
With just one step, chaos vitality surged into the Void behind Shen Luo, like dragon clouds, or a tiger’s wind, all following him and bearing down on Chiyou.
To Lu Huaming and the others, it seed as if half the Sky was moving with Shen Luo, showing so unique force within him pulling Heaven and Earth to support him.
It was a kind of "montum," a grand trend that commanded the entire realm to follow.
Even Lu Huaming and the others inadvertently took a step with him, their internal strength guided by this force, pursuing Shen Luo.
After his initial shock, Chiyou quickly regained his composure.
His eyes burst forth with fierce light, and his gigantic body began to condense and shrink, soon taking on a normal human stature, yet his breath remained as thick and imasurable as ever.
He brought his hands together in front of him, blood light gathering in his palms as an oddly designed Blood-colored Halberd erged, with surging Demonic Qi pouring in.
The Blood-colored Halberd’s vibrating hum was akin to a beast’s roar, a powerful Spiritual Pressure exploding outwards, instantly sending Lu Huaming and others flying, each vomiting blood from injuries.
Even so, Shen Luo’s forward steps did not halt, his arm igniting with streaks of golden light, raising the Sky Splitting Axe, and after a mont of gathering montum, slashing horizontally towards Chiyou.
Chiyou virtually depleted all his internal Demonic Qi, injecting it wholly into the Halberd. With a roar, he charged to slash it down at Shen Luo.
A Blood Light obscured the sky, while a crimson blaze pierced the cosmos.
Two crescent lights tore through the Void, colliding in an instant, one vertical, one horizontal, forming a brilliant, glaring cross.
"Boom!"
A roar echoed throughout Heaven and Earth, a blinding white light erupting over Chang’an City.
At that instant, the monks from various races still locked in battle all paused, none able to resist gazing at the white light in the heavens, yet none capable of seeing within it.
Followed by a violent blast wave, sweeping Heaven and Earth, the overwhelming Spiritual Pressure destroying the ruins of Chang’an City, leveling it to the ground.
Countless monks turned to ashes, vanishing into formlessness within the white light and the storm.
Those lucky enough to survive had all already retreated outside of Chang’an and watched in lingering fear towards the city.
Though they didn’t witness the final clash between Shen Luo and Chiyou, they all knew the strike that surpassed their comprehension determined the future of the Three Realms.
They only did not know who the final victor was?
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