"BOOM!"
The next second, the largely collapsed grey-white pyramid exploded with a loud blast.
Amidst the dust-filled skies, an enormous figure strode out. An invisible presence pushed aside the flurry of dust and debris. Standing fifteen ters tall, with three heads and six arms, white hair cascading loosely, and a gigantic crimson flower blooming nacingly on its chest, it resembled an ancient, majestic, blood-sared, immortal Demon Mountain.
A terrifying aura quickly enveloped the entire arena, and anyone seeing this figure would involuntarily feel a strong sense of suffocation.
A hint of emotion surfaced in the eyes beneath the Eleventh Throne’s white gold mask, and it silently retreated a few more steps.
The envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods, hovering mid-air, looked slightly surprised but quickly regained his composure and spoke with a smile, "So this is what you rely on?"
Lu Yuan’s gaze was indifferent. With a BOOM, he shattered the ground beneath his feet and, like a cha, suddenly leaped into the air toward the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods.
Under normal conditions, using the secret technique Double Flower Rotation, his Spiritual Power was amplified to the pinnacle of the Eighth Stage, but his physique and other abilities still fell short.
This was why he had previously only used Divine Weapons for his ntal attacks.
Although this level of combat power was not weak, it was sowhat lacking against the Ninth Stage energy of the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods.
Now, having activated the Body of the Ming King, his other weaknesses apart from Spiritual Power were compensated for.
Although his overall strength was not quite equivalent to the Ninth Stage, the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods could hardly be regarded as a true Ninth Stage power either.
His power was superficial, rely scraped together to reach the Ninth Stage through so peculiar thod, quite different from the Ninth Stage experts Lu Yuan had previously encountered.
It appeared impressive on the surface but was hollow at its core.
If Lu Yuan were to release the limitations on boosting his own power, once any of his abilities reached the Ninth Stage, he could easily shatter it with a single hit.
This was why he still felt confident, even while suppressing his power within the Eighth Stage.
The ultimate Body of the Ming King, combined with peak Eighth Stage Spiritual Power... To shatter a clay Ninth Stage... is enough!
Lu Yuan spread his six arms in mid-air. His already mountain-sized figure seed to beco a dense, dark cloud, instantly enveloping the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods.
The three-ter-tall envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods now seed like a child standing before a grown man.
Lu Yuan abruptly threw a punch with all six fists, which vibrated rapidly under the LV2 Grandmaster Force.
The void rapidly collapsed at the tips of his fists. Countless black ripples erged, layer upon layer, then transford into small black suns.
Six black suns rged into one!
"Six Emblems Dragon Swallow!"
"BOOM!"
The mont the last pitch-black sun took shape, an indescribably terrifying force spread out, as if the entire space had begun to tremble violently.
Seeing this, the smile on the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods’ face vanished instantly. He squinted and pushed his hands forward.
Sickle-like fingers once again sent forth beams of evil force, which twisted and swayed in mid-air, wrapping like tentacles around the crushing black sun and Lu Yuan’s body.
"CRACKLE..."
The black sun collided with the evil force tentacles. The opposing forces constantly ground against and annihilated each other, causing a series of crisp, explosive sounds.
However, these explosive sounds lasted only a mont before being drowned out by a massive rumble.
"BOOM!"
The black sun, with unstoppable force, swiftly struck the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods and then quickly plumted.
The countless pitch-black ripples contained within erupted in an instant. The horrifying shockwaves twisted the void into dark, contorted folds.
Like a teor strike, two figures fell from mid-air, smashing heavily onto the ground with a BOOM.
The entire earth shook violently. The remaining half of the grey-white pyramid completely collapsed, countless fragnts of rock bursting and scattering.
As dust clouds billowed, everyone widened their eyes, looking toward the central battlefield.
When the dust settled, they saw Lu Yuan, with his three heads and six arms, standing impassively on the ground.
In front of Lu Yuan was a huge crater. Within it stood the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods, his appearance now sowhat disheveled.
"You..."
The envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods gave Lu Yuan a slightly cold glance, just as he was about to say sothing.
But Lu Yuan gave him no chance to speak.
A streak of bloody radiance erged from the palm of one of his arms, solidifying into a gigantic gray-white axe.
Lu Yuan’s six arms simultaneously gripped the axe handle. Without wasting a breath, his enormous figure suddenly moved...
In the next second, he appeared in mid-air, wielding the mighty axe, chopping down fiercely at the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods with a posture powerful enough to split a mountain.
The grey-white axe shimred with a crimson radiance, casting an eerie sheen like pools of blood turned crystal.
Locked by the crimson sheen of the axe blade, the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods felt his chest tighten—an unprecedented, potent sense of impending doom enveloped him.
Without a chance to think, his three pairs of diverse wings beat wildly. A potent, deep cyan energy erged, and he was enveloped in a whirlwind, his figure starting to blur as if about to disappear.
But the descending crimson axe light was faster.
Lu Yuan changed his vertical chop to a diagonal slash, accurately intercepting the rapidly fading deep cyan blur, then violently flicked his axe upward.
The terrifying crimson axe light directly pierced through the deep cyan blur as if striking sothing solid, then shot upward, dragging a long, mottled bloodline behind it.
"ARGH—"
A brief scream, filled with pain, rang out across the field.
The envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods reappeared in mid-air, his forr calm and composure gone.
His eyes fixed on Lu Yuan below, his expression cold and grim. On his back, the two wings on one side had been chopped off, looking bloody and dreadful.
There truly is a difference between fighting barehanded and with a weapon...
Lu Yuan gripped the grey-white giant axe. Looking at the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods, whose ’false facade’ had been completely shattered by his axe, he calmly thought to himself.
With the augntation from this Pseudo-Legendary Level giant axe, this battle has beco much simpler.
Fortunately, axe-wielding was among the techniques Lu Yuan had focused on mastering in his Weapons Master class panel, and he had already developed advanced axe techniques from it.
Lu Yuan continued to wield the giant axe, pressing his advantage.
The peak Eighth Stage Spiritual Power augnted the mysterious blood within the grey-white giant axe, tapping into its hidden might and elevating it to a new height.
Every slash of the crimson axe light carried a force that could rip anything apart. It seed as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rolled out with it, horrifyingly intense.
The Evil God Power unleashed by the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods was cut down as easily by Lu Yuan’s axe light as if it were a fragile hemp rope, exposing the superficial nature hidden beneath his Ninth Stage power.
After a few clashes, the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods, who clearly had a stronger presence, was driven into a corner by Lu Yuan, forced to evade continuously.
Lu Yuan even accidentally chipped off a small piece of the spiral horn on his head.
"!!"
The envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods suddenly scread wildly and rapidly retreated.
The black Crystal Ball representing the Ten Thousand God Temple appeared once again. He ford a series of hand gestures around the Crystal Ball, simultaneously spouting a string of incomprehensible ancient syllables.
Following his series of actions, it was as if the final seal on the black Crystal Ball had been removed.
Like a dam holding back centuries of accumulated power finally bursting, an indescribably vast energy was about to be released from within.
It was a deep cyan energy that brought with it an infinite tempest, directly manifesting a phantasm of the God of Feather Serpent in the void.
Upon witnessing this, an explosive gleam flashed in Lu Yuan’s eyes, and an unprecedentedly intense killing intent erupted from them.
He gripped the handle of the grey-white giant axe with all six arms, his enormous figure swiftly surging forward!
Don’t you know who this power should belong to? You’re a dying man! Instead of cooperating and lying down quickly, you dare to squander my spoils of war on the brink of death... Have you gone mad?! Die!
The Power of the Feathered Serpent God was the prize Lu Yuan was determined to obtain.
Although the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods had seized it first, Lu Yuan could take the power back as long as he defeated him.
And now, the envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods actually intended to use this power against him?!
That’s utterly shaless.
Lu Yuan went berserk.
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