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The space itself seemed to be teetering on the brink of collapse under wave after wave of incredibly powerful impacts.
The Prince of Zhenbei unleashed a thunderous roar.
It was as if he wanted to release all the anger and hatred in his heart.
His figure suddenly transformed into a bolt of lightning as deep as the inky night.
In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed in front of Wei Changxuan.
His right fist was clenched tightly, as if poised to shatter everything in the world.
It slammed into Wei Changxuan's face with tremendous force. "Wei Changxuan, die!"
Every word was imbued with the deepest, uncontrollable resentment and hatred within him.
This punch contained the culmination of all energy and emotion.
It seems they have decided to leave no way out for their opponents, and are determined to defeat or even destroy them completely before they will stop.
Faced with such a fierce and deadly attack, Wei Changxuan's expression instantly turned serious and cold, his pupils...
An unprecedented look of vigilance flashed deep within the hole.
At the critical moment, he subtly turned his body to the side at an almost imperceptible speed.
The movements were so fluid and natural that they deftly and skillfully dodged the opponent's incredibly powerful punch.
Nevertheless, one could still feel the intense chill and faint stinging sensation brought by the passing wind blades, proving just how dangerous that moment had been.
Seizing the opportunity when the Prince of Zhenbei withdrew his fist, revealing a momentary opening...
Wei Changxuan quickly prepared to counterattack—after bending his left leg and gathering his strength, he suddenly kicked out a powerful sweeping leg towards the enemy's waist.
However, the other party reacted faster than expected, almost simultaneously and keenly sensing the threat.
And he took immediate action, taking a small step back to easily avoid the attack's range.
Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, Emperor Yuanjing, who had been watching from the sidelines for some time, was also unwilling to remain uninvolved.
They decisively joined the competition.
He quickly changed the way he formed hand seals, uttering obscure incantations.
Although it was low-pitched, it contained immense and mysterious power.
As the chanting reached its climax, the sky suddenly changed color—dark clouds rapidly gathered, obscuring the sunlight and forming a vast, gloomy canopy that enveloped the surrounding area.
Immediately afterwards, streaks of blue electricity ripped through the dark sky.
It flickered and danced within the thick black curtain, creating a scene that was both chilling and incredibly awe-inspiring.
"Lightning Punishment!" Emperor Yuanjing roared. As he issued his command,
A massive lightning bolt, as thick as an adult's waist,
Like the wrathful incarnation of a god who controls wind, rain, and lightning in ancient mythology.
It roared as it hurtled down from the sky, crashing straight down towards Wei Changxuan's head!
Sensing the impending catastrophic offensive,
Even Wei Changxuan, a veteran of countless battles and seasoned fighters, couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in his heart.
He knew that if he could not properly deal with this attack, he would suffer heavy losses in an instant, and even lose his ability to fight.
He quickly circulated the surging spiritual energy within his body.
That familiar yet powerful energy surged and flowed through his meridians, finally converging in his palm.
As his deep gaze grew solemn, a semi-transparent yet unyielding shield gradually appeared before him.
It seemed to be forged from the purest power of the soul.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light suddenly shone in the sky.
The lightning bolt, as if from the depths of the underworld, struck down fiercely, accompanied by a deafening boom.
It crashed directly into the protective shield that Wei Changxuan had been holding up with all his might.
In an instant, the once incredibly sturdy protective layer developed dense, intricate, spiderweb-like cracks that were terrifyingly sharp.
Each one seemed to foreshadow an impending and utter collapse.
Faced with the sudden and overwhelming test of power, Wei Changxuan bit his lower lip tightly.
You can even feel the friction between your teeth and gums, and smell a faint metallic taste of blood.
He had to squeeze out every last bit of potential from his body to fight against the almost hopeless attack before him.
"Wei Changxuan, don't be too smug!"
As the words fell, the surrounding air seemed to vibrate slightly, infected by this firm and confident attitude.
At this tense and critical moment, the two beautiful women beside her, Mu Nanzhi, were so frightened by what they saw that they turned pale.
He couldn't help but let out a startled exclamation filled with anxiety and worry.
"Young Master Wei, be careful—!" Mu Nanzhi's voice sounded a little choked up, her eyes filled with deep concern for Wei Changxuan's safety;
Although Luo Yuheng is usually calm and rational,
But at this moment, he couldn't help but speak with a serious and concerned expression, offering a reminder.
"A head-on confrontation is not advisable; retreat is the best policy."
Feeling the two women's heartfelt care, Wei Changxuan felt an indescribable warmth and emotion welling up in his heart.
So he nodded gently to them as a sign of comfort.
And through such subtle actions, they convey the message that they are unharmed.
Hopefully, this will ease the tension between the two of them.
Then, he focused all his attention back on the enemy in front of him—
—The sinister, cold smiles of Emperor Yuanjing and the Prince of Zhenbei gradually magnified and became clearly visible in his field of vision.
At this moment, Wei Changxuan's eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit, and his tone was low but full of undeniable power:
"Since you are all courting death, so be it!"
Now that you've warmed up, you can all go die!
As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed a deafening roar.
At the same time, it was surrounded by rings of dazzling light.
It was as awe-inspiring as a giant wave crashing against the shore, creating a raging torrent.
Between his two palms, countless exquisitely crafted, gleaming silver-white arrows gathered.
They were then propelled into the air with tremendous force, shooting towards the enemy like a meteor shower against the backdrop of the night...
The two men on the opposing side changed their expressions upon witnessing this scene.
To prevent themselves from suffering a fatal blow, they immediately employed powerful defensive techniques—
—Instantly, several invisible sword energies condensed in the air, forming an unbreakable barrier that blocked its path…
The energy arrow shot out at an astonishing speed.
The impact on the defensive barrier formed by pale blue light produced heavy "bang" sounds.
Each collision would send up countless tiny, dazzling sparks of spiritual energy.
It drew a brief but brilliant trajectory in the night sky, illuminating the surrounding darkness.
These sparks, though beautiful, also signify a fierce clash of strength between the two sides.
The Prince of Zhenbei's eyes were sharp as he locked onto his target, Wei Changxuan, who was constantly changing his form to evade attacks.
Upon realizing that the opponent was temporarily suppressed and that there was a momentary crack in the defense system, he quickly made a decision.
Suddenly, he pulled his arms to his sides, clenching his fists, as if endless power was gathering around him.
Immediately following, accompanied by a surge of powerful air currents, the King of Zhenbei unleashed a terrifying and earth-shattering sword aura with his longsword.
His terrifying, jet-black sword energy spun around, dazzling the eye and gradually blurring the surrounding scenery.
Finally, a powerful storm of black sword energy formed, rushing straight towards Wei Changxuan, who was trying to recover and rebuild his defenses.
A suffocating pressure filled the air, and even the surrounding trees trembled from this sudden, powerful aura.
Wherever the black sword energy storm passed, all obstacles were shattered into pieces...
The leaves twisted and clashed, adding a touch of the grim atmosphere unique to battlefields...
Seeing this, Wei Changxuan activated his Black God Suit, completely enveloping himself.
With his Blood Shadow Battle Blade drawn from its sheath, and surrounded by a dense mass of violent lightning, he charged straight toward the black sword energy storm.
"Nine Layers of Thunder Blade!"
"boom--!"
A tremendous, earth-shattering roar resounded, and countless dense bolts of lightning, under the indestructible sword energy and blade light, directly cleaved the black sword energy storm in two.
Such a violent and unparalleled battle shocked everyone.
The Emperor Yuanjing, standing to the side, had a cold and profound look in his eyes.
He moved his two fingers in quick succession, and complex hand seals leaped and took shape between his fingertips.
Almost instantly, the entire battle scene was enveloped by his ever-surging powerful magical energy.
Emperor Yuanjing simply waved his hand, and the ground immediately trembled.
It was as if an indescribable force was awakening.
As he gave the order, countless hard and extremely sharp stone spikes appeared.
Like demonic claws emerging from hell, they burst forth from the earth.
It shot towards Wei Changxuan, who was in mid-air.
Faced with this sudden threat, Wei Changxuan calmly adjusted his breathing.
Then, with an incredibly elegant somersault in the air, she moved with the grace and agility of a fairy treading on water.