Volume 3 - Chapter 410: The Ultimate Battle (Part 2)
The Taixu Spirit Drift technique was one of the finest movement techniques among the three great clans. It required an extremely powerful primordial spirit to control—wherever the spirit could see, the body could arrive in an instant.
Put simply: as fast as your thoughts moved, so too did your body.
There was no sonic boom, no whistle of wind. When Jiang Xuming soared high into the air, he was already above Xiao Chi Xu’s head. His spear, forged through heaven and earth and imbued with myriad laws, thrust downward with a roar!
He aimed to win in a single strike, not giving his opponent even a chance to surrender.
“So strong!”
On the black warship, many of the demon prodigies visibly changed expression, their previous disdain swept away.
Boom!
The divine spear pierced downward, shaking the void. Xiao Chi Xu raised his head, but it was too late. The spear was already upon him, shattering the surrounding Dao Domain and his barrier of laws like paper.
Just then, a blood-hued glow appeared—a small, spinning shield rose to block the spear.
It was a top-tier demon artifact, containing terrifying origin law power. A hideous, snarling blood face faintly shimmered on its surface. But before it could even fully manifest, the divine spear pierced it clean through, shattering it into pieces and sending it flying.
The spear in Jiang Xuming’s hand was likewise the Jiang Clan’s top-tier Immortal Monarch-level weapon—brutal and domineering, infused with the spirit essence of an ancient savage beast. Among Immortal Monarchs, this was as good as divine weapons got.
As for domain artifacts, only those at the Immortal King Realm could wield them. They contained the power to pierce through entire domains. If an Immortal Monarch tried to use one, not only would it instantly drain their immortal power, it wouldn't even unleash its true might. In fact, it might be less effective than a fully activated immortal weapon.
At that moment, the shattered shield was still midair when five blood-colored beams of light erupted—forming a five-tiered blood tower to protect Xiao Chi Xu.
But Jiang Xuming’s spear lost none of its momentum. With a low growl, he drove the spear straight through the tower’s summit, piercing all five layers in one go!
Boom!
The moment the blood light shattered, the spear touched Xiao Chi Xu’s head. It was like popping a balloon—his entire body exploded under the pressure.
Flesh and blood flew in all directions—then vanished in an instant.
Divine blood, bones—everything was gone, annihilated by the laws embedded within the spear!
One strike. Just one. And the enemy was obliterated—without leaving even a trace behind.
Witnessing this, countless spectators were frozen in shock. Then, a thunderous roar erupted across the thirty-six thousand Immortal Cities—cheers and deafening cries shaking the heavens.
“Jiang Xuming!!”
In that moment, Jiang Xuming’s name resounded across the entire Gusu Emperor Star.
Aboard the black warship, the demon prodigies stared in disbelief, shocked speechless.
The power behind that one strike was too overwhelming. Many among them knew—they couldn’t block it.
Most shocking of all… Xiao Chi Xu hadn’t blocked it either!
Li Hao breathed a sigh of relief at the sight, but immediately after, his expression shifted.
His primordial spirit was incredibly strong—at the threshold of the golden bone stage—far beyond Jiang Xuming’s. Now, he noticed something odd around Jiang Xuming: strands of immortal energy flowing like threads, carrying a deeply hidden force, like blood coursing through those threads.
Drawn by some strange pull, those threadlike energies were converging toward a single point.
The sign was so faint that if Li Hao’s primordial spirit weren’t so powerful, he might have missed it entirely.
“Is this one of Jiang Xuming’s immortal techniques? No… wait…”
His gaze fixed, Li Hao’s face suddenly changed, eyes wide with shock.
That demon… isn’t dead?
His divine blood and bones were completely obliterated—not even a speck left—how could he still be alive?
Even someone with the Immortal Art of Undying and Indestructibility would need at least a single drop of blood to regenerate.
Li Hao abruptly looked toward the black warship. On its deck, the purple-robed middle-aged man and two other powerful demons stood calm and composed—completely unperturbed.
Li Hao’s heart sank. He glanced toward Su Zhenyuan and the many clan elders surrounding the arena. None of them were smiling. In fact, every face was etched with deep concern.
“Be careful…”
Li Hao murmured, knowing full well that even if he shouted, no one inside could hear him.
The sealing formation around the Demon Ancestor’s Battleground cut off all sound, preventing any outside interference. Even sound transmission techniques couldn’t penetrate—ensuring that nothing disturbed the battle within.
“What?”
Beside him, Su Wanqing tilted her head, puzzled by his words.
Before Li Hao could reply, a sudden wave of gasps rippled through the crowd outside.
Within the Demon Ancestor’s Battleground, a blood-colored figure began to take shape, seemingly condensing from thin air.
The swirling wind gathered, assembling into a humanoid form.
Such an eerie sight defied all logic, leaving the onlookers stunned and disbelieving.
“How can this be…?”
Su Wanqing finally saw it too, staring blankly in confusion.
Su Muqing’s brows furrowed. “I had a bad feeling just now… and it’s come true. He’s not dead?”
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