Chapter 1790: Chapter 1787: You Forced My Hand
"Hmph, you still have some skill!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, a grim expression appearing on his face.
He raised the longsword high and chanted a spiritual technique.
In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky like spirit demons, rolling in with lightning and thunder, as if a spiritual tribulation was descending.
Massive spiritual power giant swords slowly descended from the dark clouds, each one containing a world-destroying strength, as if capable of cleaving the earth in two.
Xu Wendong gazed at the giant swords falling from the sky, a trace of excitement flashing in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, his muscles tensing, the dormant spirit beasts within him completely awakened in this moment.
His hands quickly formed hand seals, which shimmered with mysterious light, and then a massive golden array slowly appeared in front of him.
Within the array, runes flickered, exuding a mysterious and ancient aura.
As the giant swords descended, Xu Wendong thrust the golden array forward, and it burst forth with a dazzling light, like the rising sun, blocking all the sword qi outside.
At the same time, countless golden rays shot out from the array, like spirit arrows, pouring down like spirit rain, shooting rapidly towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was caught off guard by the sudden attack, hastily swinging his longsword, trying to fend off the golden rays.
However, the sheer number of golden rays was overwhelming, like a plague of locusts, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
Even though he fought desperately, several rays still struck his body, leaving bloody marks, making him look quite miserable!
"How... how is this possible?" The middle-aged man’s heart was filled with shock and unwillingness.
He could never have imagined that Xu Wendong’s strength could be so formidable, powerful enough to pose a deep threat to him, a Mahayana Realm powerhouse.
However, as a Mahayana Realm powerhouse, he possessed deep reserves.
After a brief moment of panic, he quickly regained his composure, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.
He slapped his waist storage bag, and a stream of light shot out like lightning, instantly transforming into an ancient bronze mirror in front of him.
The surface of the bronze mirror was engraved with mysterious and complex spells, shimmering ominously, exuding an ancient and bizarre aura.
His lips trembled rapidly, mumbling spells.
The bronze mirror’s light intensified, a terrifying power that twisted space surged forth, as if an invisible giant hand was attempting to crush the golden rays Xu Wendong released into endless void.
Seeing this, Xu Wendong’s eyes sharpened like an eagle’s, a cold glint flashing, his hands rapidly shifting through seals, his body radiating golden light as intense as a raging tsunami, increasingly dazzling.
He snorted coldly, his voice echoing in all directions, his aura soaring like a volcanic eruption.
In an instant, a gigantic golden lotus appeared at his feet.
The lotus was crystal-clear, each petal exuding an inviolable sacred aura, with ancient runes faintly emerging as the light flowed.
Standing on the golden lotus, Xu Wendong’s form shot up like an arrow, effortlessly evading the bronze mirror’s devouring power.
At the same moment, he quickly clasped his hands together, a golden beam shot from his palms like a roaring giant dragon towards the middle-aged man.
Where it passed, the space was seared with eye-piercing glowing scars.
The middle-aged man’s face instantly turned paper-white, overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of crisis, knowing the horror of this one strike.
If hit, even his divine soul would be obliterated.
At this life-and-death moment, he positioned the longsword horizontally in front of him, flooding it with spiritual power like a deluge.
In an instant, the longsword’s light exploded, blinding to the eyes, with nine lifelike spiritual dragons suddenly emerging, baring their fangs and brandishing claws, swirling and roaring around the sword, their thunderous roars deafening.
Accompanied by the middle-aged man’s furious roar, the nine spiritual dragons, as if given the charge, detached from the sword, ferociously charging towards the golden beam, attempting to intercept it.
At the moment of impact between the spiritual dragons and the golden beam, the entire world seemed to tremble.
A deafening explosion, like the primordial creation of Pangu, reverberated through the clouds, light scattering everywhere, its intense brilliance plunging the whole world into a blinding white.
The powerful impact caused the surrounding space to fracture like shattered glass, with alarming cracks spreading rapidly, as if ready to collapse at any moment.
Endless darkness seeped from the cracks, as if threatening to devour everything.
Seizing the moment when the spiritual dragons and the golden beam were locked in a stalemate, Xu Wendong launched another attack.
His gaze icy, like a ten-thousand-year-old icy pool, his fingers lightly pointed, shooting several golden sword qi from his fingertips like lightning.
Each sword qi carried an indestructible power, like golden meteors, tearing through the sky at speeds almost beyond the naked eye, aimed at the middle-aged man’s vital points, his throat, and heart.
The middle-aged man had no time to evade, forced to swing his longsword to defend.
The collision of sword qi and longsword produced a rapid series of crisp sounds, like dense drumbeats, sparks flying like fireworks.
Despite barely fending off this wave of attack.
His spiritual power was greatly drained, his breath erratic and chaotic, his chest heaving violently, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He cursed inwardly, not anticipating Xu Wendong’s strength to be so terrifying, that he could find himself gradually at a disadvantage in such a short time.
"You forced me to this!" The middle-aged man fell into complete madness, his eyes filled with bloodshot, his body shrouded in thick black mist.
The cries of resentful spirits echoed within the mist, threatening to drag everything around into endless darkness.
At this moment, he staked it all, determined to launch a soul attack, hoping to reverse the situation and slay Xu Wendong.
His hands rapidly formed seals in front of his chest, chanting curses, murky and malevolent as if from the abyss.
With the utterance of the spells, a solid black soul beam shot out from his forehead.
Where it passed, space fractured like a broken mirror, forming fine cracks, the surrounding spiritual energy devoured by this dark power, fueling the soul attack.
Sensing the surge of soul shock, Xu Wendong’s lips curled into a disdainful smile, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He remained calm, his entire body enveloped in a soft yet immensely majestic golden glow.
This light was distinctly different from the power during the battle, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, as if from the dawn of the cosmos, the radiance of the source of all things.
Once a god, his soul was like the vast universe, profound and powerful.
Even with his drastically fallen cultivation level, how could a mere cultivator possibly stand against him?
