Chapter 1774: Chapter 1771: That’s Something
At the critical moment when Xu Wendong’s fist was about to hit Li Changqing’s chest.
Li Changqing suddenly widened his eyes, unleashing his last bit of potential.
Ignoring the chaos of True Qi within him, he forcibly activated his cultivation technique, and a faint shield instantly surged around him.
The shield flickered with unusual light, carrying the mysterious power of Ancient Runes, which was another secret legacy he obtained from the Ancient Relics.
Xu Wendong’s fist heavily smashed onto the shield, emitting a muffled boom as if two boulders collided.
The powerful impact made Li Changqing’s feet sink deeply into the ground, causing the surrounding earth to crack instantly, with spiderweb-like fractures spreading in all directions.
Li Changqing’s face turned pale as a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, yet he managed to temporarily withstand Xu Wendong’s fatal strike with the shield.
"Not bad, you do have something!" Xu Wendong’s lips curled into an intriguing arc, with a fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.
He hadn’t expected Li Changqing to unleash such power even in such a desperate situation.
However, to him, it was nothing special after all.
Swiftly retracting his fist, he lightly tapped the ground with his foot, his figure moved ghost-like behind Li Changqing, and once more threw a punch.
The punch wind howled, bringing forth a surge of violent air current.
Li Changqing couldn’t turn around in time, hastily gathering his shield to his back.
This time, under Xu Wendong’s attack, his shield trembled violently, and its glow dimmed significantly.
Meanwhile.
The six Elders, witnessing this, became increasingly anxious, they abandoned the Sword Array and charged toward Xu Wendong without a second thought.
The broken swords in their hands flickered with faint light, attempting to ease the pressure on Li Changqing.
Yet, Xu Wendong seemed oblivious; his aura soared dramatically as the power of the Ancient Sacred Body within him was fully triggered.
A golden glow emanated from Xu Wendong, within which ancient Runes occasionally flickered, each Rune contained boundless power.
He shouted a booming roar as his voice resonated like a bell, causing the surrounding air to buzz.
Then, he suddenly turned, his hands rapidly moving, executing a set of fierce and unmatched punches.
Once this technique was unleashed, the surrounding space trembled, punch shadows like meteors flying towards the Elders and Li Changqing.
Wherever the punch shadows traveled, the air was instantly torn apart, producing a sizzling sound.
The strong ones from the Cultivator Association were terrified, hastily swinging their broken swords to defend.
But before Xu Wendong’s terrifying technique, their resistance seemed utterly futile.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
A series of dull thuds echoed, the Elders were blasted away like kites cut from their strings, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
They spat blood, their eyes filled with hopelessness, at this moment, their previous spirit was gone, before Xu Wendong, they were like lambs awaiting slaughter.
Li Changqing looked at the scene ahead, his heart overflowing with despair.
He knew that there was likely no escape for him today.
However, as the Grand Elder of the Cultivator Association, he still possessed final pride in his heart.
He clenched his jaw, channeling the last of his True Qi into the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron", attempting his final struggle.
The "Prison Suppressing Cauldron" felt Li Changqing’s Spiritual Power, its glow intensified, sending a formidable pressure towards Xu Wendong.
Yet Xu Wendong showed no fear, a trace of disdain flickering in his eyes, he charged towards Li Changqing once more.
He intended to end the battle before the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron" could fully unleash its power!
With a golden aura steaming from his body like a blazing sun descending upon the world, his figure resembled a golden lightning bolt, closing in on Li Changqing with incredible speed.
At this moment, the pressure from the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron" surged like raging tides, each wave stronger than the last, rushing at him.
Xu Wendong suddenly tilted his head back, letting out a resounding shout that shook heaven and earth, his voice reverberated like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the realm.
Both his fists blasted out simultaneously, the golden glow flaming on them like burning fire, each glow contained the formidable force of his Ancient Sacred Body, colliding mightily with the eerie light emitted by the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron".
In an instant, a dazzling intense light erupted at the collision point, several times brighter than the actual sun, as if illuminating the entire world.
Within the intense light, the space warped beyond shape, black cracks appearing and disappearing like the monstrous jaws of a feral beast.
All surrounded people only perceived blinding whiteness, the intense light stabbing their eyes painfully, forcing them to close their eyes tightly, instinctively shielding their faces with their hands, hoping to block this chilling radiance.
Li Changqing felt as if he was hit by a towering mountain head-on, an overwhelming force rushing at him.
His legs uncontrollably carved two deep trenches into the ground, the hard soil crumbling like soft tofu beneath this force.
His entire body was pushed backward by this power, each retreating step causing the ground to tremble violently, seemingly unable to bear the weight.
His shield faltered under Xu Wendong’s assault, the glow dimmed further, the Ancient Runes blurred and indistinct like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Though the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron" was powerful, in Li Changqing’s state of depleted Spiritual Power, it couldn’t exert its full might, only barely maintaining this precariously thin defense.
Xu Wendong relentlessly pursued victory, his figure appearing and disappearing within the vortex of intense light and Spiritual Power, akin to a Demon God descending.
Every punch he threw carried the momentum to obliterate heaven and earth, with punch wind shrieking through, where it passed, space convulsed, echoing with deep tremors.
Li Changqing relied solely on instinct, maneuvering the remnants of Spiritual Power within him, these powers resembling delving streams on a dried riverbed, with difficulty coming together, to barely uphold the shield.
His face turned exceedingly pale, akin to a sheet of white paper, his breathing growing hurried and heavy, each inhale akin to tugging a shattered bellows.
Silently, he lamented in his heart: "How can Xu Wendong’s power be so terrifying, is today truly the day I die here?"
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed ignited, cracks on the ground widening incessantly.
Resembling a massive spiderweb, stretching outward in all directions.
Wherever it reached, the land caved, forming colossal pits.
Surrounding buildings under this potent force undulating, like fragile blocks, collapsing one after another, raising a sky-high dust that mingled with chaotic Spiritual Power, forming a scene of chaos.
The spectators had long since collapsed to the ground with fright, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, hearts filled with terror and awe.
The battle unfolding ahead had surpassed their understanding, it seemed to them a clash between gods and demons.
Xu Wendong seized an opening, suddenly leaping up.
His figure spun rapidly in mid-air, with legs resembling sharp War Axes, carrying momentum to cleave everything apart, aiming at Li Changqing’s shield.
Space around his legs distorted into a spiral shape as if engulfing everything around into an endless abyss!
Witnessing this, everyone held their breath, uncertain if Li Changqing could withstand Xu Wendong’s deadly strike!
