Chapter 450 Wang Jian's Disappointment
450 Wang Jian's Disappointment
As the battle between Wang Jian and Wang Hao reached its zenith, both Immortal Realm cultivators prepared to unleash their most formidable techniques, intending to decide the outcome of their intense conflict.
Wang Hao, influenced by the God of War Spirit within him, summoned the ultimate attack known as "Apocalypse Convergence." This technique harnessed the essence of war and destruction, creating a cataclysmic force capable of annihilating everything in its path.
The God of War Spirit manifested ethereal swords in the air, each representing a battlefield, and with a swift motion, Wang Hao directed them towards Wang Jian.
The swords, resembling a legion of celestial weapons, hurtled through space, leaving trails of devastation in their wake. The sheer destructive power of the Apocalypse Convergence threatened to erase anything caught within its grasp.
Wang Jian, realizing the magnitude of the impending attack, steeled himself for what was to come.
On the other side, Wang Jian gathered the dark energies of the Eclipse Domain Annihilation. This devil attribute attack, infused with the power of spatial manipulation, was an embodiment of the abyssal forces.
As Wang Jian channeled the chaotic energies, the surrounding atmosphere darkened, and a vortex of malevolent shadows coalesced around him.
The Eclipse Domain Annihilation manifested as a swirling maelstrom of devilish energy, resonating with spatial distortions that warped reality itself.
The pitch-black vortex emanated an ominous aura, reflecting the fusion of devil attribute and spatial elements. Wang Jian, with unwavering resolve, directed the dark vortex towards Wang Hao's approaching Apocalypse Convergence.
The moment of impact between the two ultimate attacks created an explosion of unparalleled magnitude. The clash of celestial swords and abyssal energies resonated across the Southern Region, causing shockwaves that reverberated through the very fabric of space. The sky itself seemed to fracture as the opposing forces collided, unleashing an indescribable spectacle of destruction.
Massive craters formed on the battlefield, the landscape scarred by the aftermath of their clash. The shockwaves radiated outward, devastating the surroundings and claiming countless lives within their reach.
The Southern Region, once teeming with life, now bore the scars of the titanic battle between the two Immortal Realm cultivators.
The ferocity of their ultimate attacks not only reshaped the Southern Region's topography but also left an indelible mark on the memories of those who witnessed the cataclysmic confrontation.
The once-thriving cities and landscapes were now marred by the profound impact of the battle, creating a haunting testament to the destructive power unleashed by the clash of Immortal Realm cultivators.
Wang Jian and Wang Hao, at the center of the chaos, stood locked in a fierce struggle, the remnants of their ultimate attacks dissipating around them.
The battlefield bore witness to the aftermath of their clash, a stark reminder of the consequences when beings of such power clashed in their pursuit of dominance.
Wang Hao, battered and gravely injured, found himself in a vulnerable position. One knee touched the ground as he struggled to rise, his body displaying the aftermath of the catastrophic clash. His once-imposing aura had diminished, and a sense of shock and disbelief emanated from him. The God of War Spirit within him, too, was unable to hide its astonishment at the resilience displayed by Wang Jian.
Wang Jian, in stark contrast, stood with an almost bored expression, his body adorned with mere scratches that seemed inconsequential compared to the devastation wrought upon Wang Hao. He took a leisurely step forward, examining his opponent with a discerning gaze.
With a hint of mockery in his voice, Wang Jian addressed Wang Hao, "Is this the extent of the God of War Spirit's might? I expected more from a spirit hailing from the upper realm." His words pierced through the air, causing a momentary silence.
In response, the God of War Spirit, still in control of Wang Hao's body, retorted defiantly, "If not for the fact that this brat's cultivation hadn't broken through to the Immortal Relam, I definitely would have emerged victorious."
Wang Jian rolled his eyes at the retort, dismissing the God of War Spirit's arrogance.
"If that's your excuse then you are indeed disappointing," Wang Jian remarked, his tone dismissive. "If Wang Hao was at the Immortal Realm cultivation, it wouldn't have boosted the power of your abilities since you are already at the Immortal Realm stage right now, you would just have more Immortal Qi. However, let me tell you a secret. I haven't used even 10% of my true power in this battle."
The revelation struck both Wang Hao and the God of War Spirit with a chilling realization. The atmosphere grew tense as the God of War Spirit, for the first time, fell silent in acknowledgment.
It sensed the undeniable truth in Wang Jian's words — that the battle had been an exhibition of restraint on Wang Jian's part.
Taking another step forward, Wang Jian fixed his gaze on the injured Wang Hao, his tone carrying a subtle warning.
"You shouldn't have dared to attack my Southern Region. If you had stayed in the Eastern Seas, you might have lived out your days in peace as an Overlord of that place."
The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Wang Hao as he struggled to rise, the injuries taking a toll on his once-confident demeanor.
Wang Jian's words lingered in the air, underscoring the consequences of challenging a force that far surpassed his expectations.
With a calculated step forward, Wang Jian approached the fallen Wang Hao, his eyes locking onto the defeated figure before him.
The air crackled with a palpable tension as Wang Jian, without hesitation, unleashed a fatal strike, ending Wang Hao's life.
The God of War Spirit, forcibly ejected from its host, found itself ensnared in a specially crafted artifact formed from the wood of the World Tree.
This prison, a creation of Wang Jian's immense power, proved more than sufficient to contain the formidable spirit within.
The battlefield, once a tumult of clashing powers, now lay in eerie silence as the remnants of Wang Hao's faction gathered around, witnessing the demise of their leader.
As the wooden prison sealed shut, a hushed stillness enveloped the area, broken only by Wang Jian's commanding presence.
Turning his attention to the subdued forces, Wang Jian posed a simple yet weighty question, "Will you submit to me?"
The inquiry echoed through the air, laden with an implicit threat that resonated in the hearts of Wang Hao's followers.
Almost immediately, a sense of submission permeated the air, and one by one, the members of Wang Hao's faction dropped to their knees, prostrating themselves before Wang Jian.
A unified chorus echoed their submission, a fervent acknowledgment of their newfound allegiance.
As for the Sea Monster Race, their allegiance to Wang Hao had been tethered to the Sea King's Bead nestled within his dantian.
With Wang Hao's demise, the powerful artifact emerged, its destiny entwined with Wang Jian's.
The Sea King's Bead fused seamlessly with Wang Jian, bringing the entire Sea Monster Race under his undisputed command.
The first decree that fell from Wang Jian's lips was a directive to Wang Hao's forces. They were to harness their abilities to reconstruct the devastated Southern Region, erasing all visible traces of the destructive battle waged by him and Wang Hao's battle.
The once tumultuous terrain would undergo a transformation, shaped anew under Wang Jian's authority.
The aftermath of Wang Jian's decisive victory over Wang Hao was abruptly interrupted by a foreboding shockwave emanating from the Central Region of the continent.
This ripple of power, with its formidable intensity, bore the potential to extinguish all life beneath the King Realm cultivation stage. The urgency of the situation propelled Wang Jian into immediate action.
With a swift and purposeful movement, Wang Jian unleashed shadows that cascaded across the entire border of the Southern Region, intertwining with the boundary that separated the Southern from the Central Region. The shadows enveloped the demarcation with an impenetrable darkness, casting an unsettling and absolute obscurity.
For a fleeting moment, the residents of the Southern Region were plunged into an abyss of pitch-black darkness, a sight that inspired awe and terror in equal measure. Yet, within the veil of shadows, Wang Jian stood vigilant, preparing to confront the impending threat.
The looming shockwave collided with the boundary walls of the Southern Region, but rather than causing devastation, it was entirely absorbed by the shadows woven by Wang Jian's adept control.
The seamless absorption prevented the catastrophic impact that would have befallen the region, and in the wake of the collision, the shadows receded, unveiling the Southern Region unscathed.
However, the power contained within the shockwave left an indelible impression on Wang Jian's senses.
It carried an unmistakable trace of the Dragon Prince's formidable might, coupled with the unmistakable resonance of multiple Supreme Immortals.
A cold smile played on Wang Jian's lips as he deciphered the implications of this powerful convergence.
It became evident to him that a fierce conflict was unfolding in the Central Region.
The Draconic Clan was seemingly engaged in a tumultuous battle against the formidable forces of the Heavenly Court.
The unexpected strength exhibited by the Heavenly Court surpassed Wang Jian's initial estimations, adding a layer of intrigue to the unfolding events in the heart of the continent.
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