Chapter 1711: Chapter 1708: Mental Breakdown
Xu Wendong’s expression hardened, his deep eyes twinkling like cold stars. He knew well in his heart that the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s full-powered strike was immensely powerful and could not be taken lightly.
At that moment, his gaze sharpened suddenly, akin to a sharp cold gleam cutting across the night sky. His hands moved like a swift wind, rapidly forming spells.
His finger technique was swift, like overlapping phantoms, bewildering to behold, as if he were now whispering with the vast heavens, borrowing the endless majestic spiritual power.
In an instant.
The formation beneath his feet seemed like an ancient beast, completely enraged, suddenly awakened, its light surging once more like a furious tide.
The runes resembled boiling magma, wildly surging and leaping, gushing forth a more majestic and earth-shattering power.
Amidst the formation, a towering and magnificent spiritual power light tower rose up. On the light tower, the runes were dazzling, so brilliant they resembled a congregation of vast stars, exuding awe-inspiring pressure.
The light tower, spiraling, charged like a meteor towards the long blade of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable.
At the moment of collision, it was as if two primeval stars violently collided, erupting in a deafening roar as if tearing apart the sky.
The blinding light burst forth like an exploding sun, its brilliance so dazzling that one instinctively closed their eyes, not daring to gaze directly at it.
Where the light touched, surrounding peaks crumbled like fragile blocks, unable to withstand the violent impact. Boulders, like terrified beasts, rolled down, and the mountain shook fiercely. Rocks and dust, like tumultuous tides, instantly filled the entire mountain area.
Though the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s strike was difficultly blocked by the light tower, its power remained like a raging undercurrent, its aftershocks not yet dissipated.
The scattered blood shadows seemed to find a vent, like a throng of maddened demons, wantonly ravaging in all directions.
Trees they touched turned to dust as if made of paper, and earth and stones exploded skyward like a rain of earth.
Some Blood Sect disciples below, unable to escape in time, were swept by the blood shadows, their screams echoing incessantly.
Their bodies seemed pierced by thousands of steel needles simultaneously; blood gushed uncontrollably like a fountain, spurting wildly before convulsing a few times and lying lifeless, leaving only stark pools of blood.
And Xu Wendong, though sheltered by the formation, was also jolted several steps back by the impact. His feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground before he barely steadied his form.
At this time, a hint of intriguing color flashed in his eyes, like a wise man with everything in his grasp.
In his view, although the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s power far exceeded an equal-level Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, so what?
Even in the presence of a Great Vehicle Stage Realm powerhouse, he had the confidence that the opponent would find it hard to harm him in the slightest!
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, seeing his blade not fully successful, harbored hatred like the burning purgatory fire, growing ever fiercer.
He breathed heavily, his eyes like blood-soaked demons, roaring: "If you have the ability, let’s have a close combat! Relying on a formation, what’s the hero for?"
Upon hearing these words, Xu Wendong’s lips slightly curved, outlining a smile of profound meaning, elusive to grasp: "Do you think the formation is my specialty?"
He shook his head slightly, seemingly amused by the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s ignorance: "Forget it, forget it! Since you want to have a close combat with me, I’ll give you a chance."
"By the way, let you realize how big the gap between us truly is!"
With those words, his posture was graceful, like flowing clouds and water, transferring the formation’s control to Zhang Nian.
In his hand, at an unknown time, appeared a long sword of crystalline translucence, as if carved from a thousand-year-old ice crystal. Runes circulated on its blade, exuding a formidable aura.
The next moment, Xu Wendong moved.
He swooped down like a swiftly diving blue hawk, carrying an unstoppable momentum, rushing toward the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable!
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable saw Xu Wendong taking the initiative to attack, not surprised but angry, roaring like a provoked tyrannosaurus: "Good timing!"
Holding the long blade horizontally, the blade seemed like an awakened fierce beast, with surging spiritual power like rolling blood waves, fiercely sweeping towards Xu Wendong.
From his perspective, without the protection of the formation, Xu Wendong was just an ant that could be crushed at any moment.
But very soon.
He realized how laughable his assumption was.
Xu Wendong’s body was nimble like a spectral phantom, and the long sword lightly tapped on the long blade like a dragonfly touching water, striking several precise points, each as if guided by divine inspiration, hitting the spiritual power nodes of the blade.
In an instant, the long blade trembled and buzzed like a wounded beast, the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable feeling his hand numbed and in pain as if struck by lightning, almost losing grip of the blade handle.
"How is this possible? You, a Foundation Establishment Stage ant, how can you possess such terrifying power?"
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable looked utterly shocked, as if witnessing the most unbelievable thing in the world.
He could clearly feel the vital energy within him boiling uncontrollably, like a volcano about to erupt.
"Do you not know that even ants can shake the heavens?"
Xu Wendong’s face bore a trace of disdainful smile, as if a divine overlooking an ant, delivering a sweeping strike.
The long sword, like lightning tearing through the night, its light flickered and vanished, a glimpse of a startling sight, carrying a chilling sharpness.
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable instinctively raised his blade to block.
Clang!
With a crisp sound so sharp it seemed to penetrate the soul, the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable barely managed to block Xu Wendong’s lethal strike.
Yet the whole person felt like being struck by a sledgehammer, uncontrollably retreating several meters back, his feet scraping a long trail on the ground, utterly disheveled.
"What the hell is going on? I’m a Nascent Soul Stage Peak powerhouse, and you’re just a Foundation Establishment Stage ant; how could you force me back step by step?"
"This is damn unreasonable, totally unreasonable. I need you to give me an explanation!"
"A reasonable explanation!"
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s eyes were filled with bewilderment, like a lone boat lost in a vast fog sea, the confidence and pride in his heart like shattered bubbles, vanishing without a trace.
Throughout history, the gap between realms has always been an insurmountable chasm, unfathomable.
If Xu Wendong were a Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator, matching him evenly, he might still understand.
After all, in the cultivation world, some Heavenly Prides do manage to defeat opponents above their level in similar realms.
But the problem is... Xu Wendong is merely a Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, while he is a Nascent Soul Stage Peak super-strong individual!
This vast disparity, effortlessly broken by Xu Wendong, how can it not shock him, plunging him into endless confusion?
Those Blood Sect disciples were also stunned.
They thought Xu Wendong in close combat with the Sect Leader would surely be swiftly killed into a blood mist, yet who could have imagined such a dramatic outcome?
Even seeing it with their own eyes, they dared not believe such an absurdly bizarre thing!
Xu Wendong looked at him, half-smiling: "Do you not know that existence is reasonable?"
