Chapter 7435
You're Not Bad, Kid
Mr. Seven's blood and qi were burning, and he transformed into a cannonball carrying overwhelming bloodlust, charging straight towards Xiao Chen with a ruthless determination to perish together!
This child must perish here today!
"Even if it costs me thirty years of my lifespan, I will still kill you with my bare hands today!"
A furious roar echoed through the night sky, and thick, blood-red mist surged from his body, his murderous aura soaring to the heavens, turning the surrounding air a dark red.
Xiao Chen's pupils suddenly contracted, and his divine energy surged wildly towards his right hand like a rushing river.
He had been deliberately suppressing his cultivation level from beginning to end. If he were to suffer a setback under these circumstances, he would not only lose face but also create a lot of trouble for himself.
This battle must be fought steadily and cautiously.
A sudden gust of wind arose, sweeping in all directions and raising dust high into the air.
A majestic and imposing phantom of a war god suddenly appeared behind Xiao Chen. The phantom was clad in armor and wielding a blade, exuding overwhelming power. It roared to the sky, its sound like thunder, causing the air to tremble slightly.
The next instant, Xiao Chen flicked his wrist, and the Reverse Scale Sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath.
The sword light soared into the sky, its speed reaching its limit, leaving behind countless afterimages that made it impossible to track its trajectory.
The sword light, like a torrential downpour, swept down, completely enveloping the empty street without leaving a single blind spot.
Thousands of sharp sword energies crisscrossed and merged with each other, eventually coalescing into a crimson hurricane that swept across the heavens and earth.
Wherever the hurricane passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek, and with a devastating force, it crashed into Mr. Seven.
The metal streetlights along the roadside were swept up by the hurricane, twisted and bent instantly, and broke with a crash; the hard ground was fiercely plowed by the sword energy, leaving several deep ravines, and gravel flew everywhere.
The illusory image of the God of War behind Xiao Chen continued to grow, and the blazing red light shot straight into the sky, illuminating half of the dark night sky as if it were daytime.
The unparalleled sword energy, carrying a chilling killing intent, transformed into a monstrous wave that instantly engulfed the figure of Master Qi.
"What kind of sword technique is this?!"
"My protective blood aura... is actually dissolving and crumbling!"
Mr. Qi was terrified and roared in a fierce voice.
He swung his fists wildly, causing a surge of blood-red light to erupt and clash violently with the dazzling sword energy.
The crisp sound of metal clashing against metal was continuous, like a sudden rain pattering on banana leaves, sparks flying everywhere, dazzling and eye-catching.
The deafening roar of energy explosions echoed one after another, and violent shockwaves swept around. Large sections of the walls of the abandoned buildings collapsed, and steel bars and cement were scattered all over the ground. The entire area was shrouded in smoke and dust, a scene of devastation and utter chaos.
After only a few breaths, the sword light gradually subsided and dissipated.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the ground was covered with rubble, debris, and twisted metal remains, a scene of utter desolation.
Mr. Qi stood there in a sorry state, his expensive suit already torn into shreds and fluttering in the wind.
Surprisingly, there were no obvious wounds on his body.
He roughly wiped away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a ferocious and triumphant smile spreading across his face. His voice was hoarse and arrogant: "You made quite a show of force, but alas... you still can't break through my Blood罡 True Body!"
"is it?"
Xiao Chen had already calmly sheathed his sword and stood quietly ten meters away, his posture upright and his expression indifferent, as if the earth-shattering sword strike just now was nothing more than a piece of cake.
Just as Mr. Qi was feeling smug, the sinister smile on his face suddenly froze, his smile solidified on his face.
A strange, excruciating pain shot through his entire body, and he abruptly looked down at his own flesh. "Sizzle... sizzle..."
A series of fine, piercing tearing sounds suddenly rang out.
His skin, muscles, and even veins seemed to be cut by countless invisible blades at the same time, instantly creating hundreds of fine, deep wounds that revealed the bone!
Blood gushed out like a gushing spring from the numerous wounds, instantly staining the ground red and filling the air with the stench of blood.
Seventh Master's eyes widened, bloodshot, his face filled with disbelief and terror as he stared intently at Xiao Chen, his voice trembling to the extreme: "Sword Qi...delayed burst?"
"How could you possibly... control such exquisite sword intent!"
Before he could finish speaking, his body could no longer hold on, and the sword energy hidden within him erupted completely.
His whole body shattered like a fine porcelain doll that had been smashed to pieces!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, bone fragments scattered, and the last vestige of life vanished completely, the soul scattered.
Xiao Chen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air mixed with a strong smell of blood. His back was already soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to his body.
Forcibly suppressing his cultivation level and fighting to the death with a powerhouse of the same level was far more mentally taxing than he had imagined.
However, this kind of tempering, which abandons the advantage of realm and purely competes in combat skills and will, is far more effective in improving oneself than simply crushing others.
"We need to engage in more real combat training in the future. If we continue to rely on our high level to overwhelm our opponents, our fighting instincts will only deteriorate over time."
"If we really encounter a top expert of the same level, we probably won't even have the power to fight back."
He was closing his eyes and regulating his breathing to stabilize the disordered spiritual energy within his body.
A soft yet obscure five-colored radiance suddenly surged from within him, and as the light flowed, it slowly condensed into the phantom of Mo Lihai.
The moment the phantom appeared, the surrounding light inexplicably dimmed, the temperature plummeted, and an ancient and majestic aura spread out, making it hard to breathe.
Mo Lihai's murky gaze swept over the mess on the ground, and his hoarse, deep voice slowly rang out, carrying a hint of approval: "Not bad, not bad, you're a calm and composed young man, neither arrogant nor impatient."
He was clearly quite satisfied with Xiao Chen: "His cultivation level is far superior to that trash, yet he is willing to suppress himself to hone his combat foundation. This kind of mentality is far beyond that of ordinary people."
"However, there is something interesting about the phantom of the God of War behind you."
"If I am not mistaken, that should be the legendary prototype of the Dharma form, which is extremely rare."
"If one can cultivate such supernatural power with dedication and reach its ultimate level, one can manifest a form of immense size, standing tall between heaven and earth, traversing the world with unstoppable force!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen nodded respectfully and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."
"It's nothing, I just thought of it casually and mentioned it offhand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lihai's phantom gradually faded, transforming back into a soft, multicolored light, which then turned into a rainbow and shrank back into the immortal palace within Xiao Chen's body, returning to silence.
Xiao Chen looked up at the still ethereal and uncertain phantom of the God of War in mid-air, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
A majestic Dharma image, spanning heaven and earth?
The illusory figure is now only about three meters tall, its aura is unpredictable, and it is extremely difficult to even maintain stability. It is still a long way from the ultimate realm.
With a slight thought, the illusory image of the God of War in mid-air uttered a low murmur, then transformed into a gentle red light, slowly disappearing into his chest and vanishing completely.
His incomparably sharp aura vanished instantly, not a trace leaking out. (End of Chapter)