Chapter 262: Chapter 261: A Dragon’s Roar from the Heavens
RUMBLE—
A purplish-black beam of Spirit Charm light suddenly erupted from the over thousand-foot-tall sheep-headed Dharma Aspect. Its world-ending radiance engulfed the buildings within a kilometer radius. Even the Demon Race and Martial Artists still locked in combat instinctively retreated, squinting and shielding their faces.
BANG—
The force of the punch unleashed the Nether Dark Spirit Charm like a volcanic eruption, instantly shattering the ancient tree Dharma Aspect behind General Mo. The cyan light was like a firefly swallowed by a tide of ink, the fragmented phantom disintegrating in an instant. It happened so fast that he couldn’t even activate the rapid healing attribute of his Common Wood Spirit Charm.
CRACK!
Unable to withstand the immense impact, the blade shattered. General Mo’s body was blasted diagonally into a department store, shooting out the other side and slamming all the way down into the underground parking garage, a trail of dust and smoke marking his path.
"PFFT—"
With his bones and sinews shattered across his body, General Mo propped himself up with one hand. He spat a mouthful of black blood, his chest heaving erratically. His eyes were wide as saucers. "Nether... Nether Dark Spirit Charm..."
He wasn’t surprised that his opponent was using the Nether Dark attribute. Although this type of Nether Dark Spirit Charm was rare in the world, with its most famous practitioners hailing from Sang Island, he had seen it in person before.
Besides, a great deal of combat data on [Jie] had been exposed during the destruction of Tianshan City.
What truly stunned him was the sheer level of his opponent’s mastery over the Nether Dark Spirit Charm. The Mental Realm he had comprehended upon entering the Peeping Dao Realm was unbelievably corrosive!
’My own Common Wood Spirit Rhythm Jade Sinews were forged from the vibrant branch of an ancient tree in a Secret Realm. I fused Sword Intent with the Will of Life to create my own undying combat Mental Realm, one that should have greatly reduced my Spirit Power consumption in battle.’
’Yet against [Jie], my healing abilities were almost completely nullified. All I could bring to bear was my Sword Intent, and frankly, my achievements in the Sword Dao aren’t even that prominent among other Grandmasters.’
WHOOSH—
A casual gust of wind blew away the dust that blotted out the sky. The sheep-headed death god, [Jie], hovered in the air. His crimson eyes looked down upon all living things as he spoke in an icy tone, "After I finish all of you, the Emperor will bestow upon me an even more potent Secret Technique."
He clenched his right fist, condensing the Nether Dark Spirit Charm into what looked like a space-distorting vortex. The horrifying pressure was like a gale threatening to snuff out a candle.
This was the Secret Technique that had just shattered General Mo’s Dharma Aspect and Mental Realm. Hailing from ancient times, it could instantly unleash terrifying Spirit Power. Its aura was so overbearing that it manifested as an extreme beam of light.
The beam itself was just the visual representation of the Nether Dark Spirit Charm’s unstoppable momentum as it hurtled in one direction. It wasn’t the truly lethal part of the attack, though it could potentially maim or blind anyone too weak who was standing nearby.
It was with this high-burst Secret Technique that he had slain two Grandmasters in a row in Tianshan City. To face this move was to face almost certain death.
He had been able to learn such a powerful Secret Technique entirely thanks to the one-of-a-kind Ancient Demon Emperor [Chen], who proactively taught the Great Dao, selflessly determined to unlock the potential of every member of the Demon Race!
The Kunlun Demon Clan was an alliance of countless different demon types, many of whom were natural-born enemies. Back in the era of the Red Flame Spider Mother, they were forced to obey her due to her parasitic control, but in truth, they all harbored their own treacherous ambitions.
But in this new era, the Ancient Demon Emperor [Chen] had declared: "All non-humans are demons, and together, we shall contend for the Great Dao!"
The Ancient Cultivation Techniques for the nine great Spirit Charms—Chen Gold, Kun Earth, Yang Water, Chang Wood, Flame, Vast Thunder, Gale, Nether Darkness, and Soul Ice—were all inscribed for all to see. Any who performed meritorious deeds could earn the right to study them.
Many forbidden Secret Techniques from the ancient era were made available to those who proved their capability, with no concern for the consequences should these terrifyingly powerful methods leak to the outside world.
Even those with a lowly bloodline could enter Dragon Lake for a baptism to be blessed with a wisp of Dragon Qi. Even those with poor natural talent could enter the Kunlun Secret Realm and receive a legacy, if they had the fortune!
There were no barriers to entry. What the Ancient Demon Emperor [Chen] wanted was a Kunlun Demon Clan so powerful that the Ten Thousand Races would come to pay homage. He planned to first destroy the Northwest, then Xia Country and the human forces of the Western Church, and finally, unite all of Blue Star!
If the Red Flame Spider Mother had merely fought for a place to survive, the Ancient Demon Emperor [Chen] was determined to build a true Demon Race Empire!
Following such a magnificent leader, the fire in [Jie]’s heart had never waned. And his current task was to coldly crush every human in his sight. "Die."
With that single word, the vortex of Nether Dark Spirit Charm in his hand collapsed to its absolute limit. The process was instantaneous. General Mo, whose bones and sinews were already pulverized, had yet to even crawl out of the caved-in underground garage. He was like an ant with its limbs torn off, about to be obliterated by a world-ending black fireball.
In that moment, a palpable aura of despair rained down upon every Martial Artist at the Tianjiao Base. The light in their eyes dimmed. Even the hundreds of thousands of ordinary civilians watching from afar had been drenched in a cold sweat the moment they saw the great tree Dharma Aspect disintegrate.
Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the colossal sheep-headed Dharma Aspect. The vortex of Nether Dark Spirit Charm in its hand smashed downward, tearing fissures in space itself. A purplish-black light flared, and everyone—human and demon alike—shut their eyes, throwing their arms up to shield their faces.
As the light of the Nether Dark Spirit Charm faded, their hearts sank to their lowest point. No amount of conviction could hold back the tide of despair.
Martial Artists have always been drawn to strength. They instinctively choose a supreme expert to serve as their standard, a benchmark whose rise and fall dictates the state of their own morale.
Only when their strongest champion could withstand the greatest pressure would they dare to fight with all their might, free from the fear that a giant hand might suddenly descend from the heavens and swat them all dead.
Without a doubt, the strongest person in this area, the one protecting the common people—the one with the highest status and Realm on the battlefield—was General Mo.
His death would signal that the lives of everyone else were about to be reaped.
But...
"VWOM—"
A piercing Dragon’s Roar tore through the sky. The vast and mighty power of the Dragon Race descended from the heavens. Everyone, even the members of the Demon Race, stared with wide eyes. Their collective gazes, like a sea formed from the light of countless fireflies, all fell upon a young man in Ice Armor, spear in hand.
The young man’s Ice Armor was like that of a general from ancient times. The tip of the [Chuyuan] spear in his hand still burned with space-distorting Flame. He stood alone in the air, a lone shield between [Jie] and General Mo, creating what seemed to be an inviolable, absolute Realm.
Flame and Ice, two diametrically opposed attributes, mingled around him, neutralizing most of the corrosive Nether Dark Spirit Charm.
"A Re... Realm? A Great Grandmaster!"
A shocked gasp escaped Zhao Gongzheng’s lips. His face was a mask of astonishment as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His usually murky eyes were now as pure and clear as black jade, shining with incredulous joy.
’I’m no genius. I have no backing. The best I could do in this life was become a director at an Outer City High School. Even with all the connections I’ve made, the chance to have helped General Mo once was the fortune of three lifetimes.’
’I’ve never been this close to a Great Grandmaster, an existence a tier above a normal Grandmaster.’
’The closest I’ve ever been to one was at Northwest Martial University, and maybe during the battle that destroyed Gao Yuan City.’
’The Great Grandmaster Realm is an incredibly lofty state, practically the current Martial Arts Peak!’
’But... why does that Great Grandmaster in the Ice Armor feel so familiar?’
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