Chapter 108: Slaying the Holy Son

"Is that all? Is this really the extent of your strength?"

Hovering in the vast expanse of the void, Chen Xiaoming chuckled lightly, his words carrying an unmistakable hint of provocation toward Xuan Yu, the Holy Son.

Below, the gathered spectators were momentarily stunned. To challenge Xuan Yu, the Holy Son, after witnessing such a fearsome strike—was Chen Xiaoming insane?

Yet, a select few gazed at him with intrigue, wondering whether he was merely an arrogant fool or truly possessed an invincible might beyond compare.

High in the void, the Four Symbols Holy Spirits roared, their boundless energy and terrifying aura descending like a collapsing celestial domain.

Xuan Yu furrowed his brows, his gaze turning icy as he sneered at Chen Xiaoming. No longer holding back, divine power surged from within him, unleashing an overwhelming force.

A dragon's roar echoed across the land, shaking heaven and earth, resounding through the cosmos. A golden celestial dragon's presence erupted forth, appearing eternal and godlike, both sacred and fearsome.

A phoenix's cry pierced the sky, the void trembled under its might. Endless waves of searing flames coalesced into the true form of a Fire Phoenix, transforming the heavens into a blazing inferno.

A tiger's roar reverberated through the mountains, its presence causing the very terrain to tremble. The dense energy of earth converged as a White Tiger's phantom flickered into existence, bearing the weight of countless mountains upon its back.

In mere moments, the world was turned upside down. An overwhelming force pressed against Chen Xiaoming, as though intent on obliterating him completely.

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, an explosion of energy erupted from Chen Xiaoming's body. A brilliant silver radiance shot forth as the void behind him was torn asunder. An ancient, boundless aura surged outward as a colossal figure emerged. Its presence obscured the sky, yet only a single branch could be seen, gently swaying with a few dangling willow leaves.

Endless spiritual essence erupted, divine light flooding the heavens. A timeless aura enveloped the void, as if the willow had existed since the beginning of creation itself.

Reality warped—wherever its divine light passed, the vast oceans turned to fertile lands, existence shifting and dissolving, creation and destruction interwoven in an eternal cycle.

A silver glow swept across the void, and in an instant, Xuan Yu's dragon and phoenix manifestation melted like snow under the sun. Another silver arc shot out—his White Tiger's apparition shattered like an illusion.

Below, the onlookers stood in stunned silence, terror in their eyes. Xuan Yu's celestial manifestations were powerful enough to spell certain death for even a cultivator at the Ninth Heavenly Layer of the Dragon Transformation realm.

Yet in the blink of an eye, Chen Xiaoming had effortlessly dismantled them. The crowd gazed at the anomaly behind him, struggling to comprehend its nature.

A mere branch? A few strands of willow leaves? What kind of phenomenon was this? How could it wield such devastating power?

"So, this is the confidence you have to challenge a Holy Land?"

Xuan Yu glanced at the anomaly behind Chen Xiaoming, his expression unreadable. He did not waver, his voice calm and indifferent. But in the next instant, his gaze turned frigid, and without waiting for a reply, he made his decision.

"I will crush that confidence."

As his words fell, the Four Symbols' power surged from within him once more. Divine light flickered as the obliterated Holy Spirits of the Four Symbols reignited—dragon and phoenix soared again, White Tiger and Black Tortoise standing guard at his sides.

The void quaked as Xuan Yu fully unleashed the might of his Four Symbols Sacred Physique. Its essence surged into his body, and above his head, the aura of the Four Symbols spread vast and boundless.

"Open!"

With a soft yet commanding utterance, Xuan Yu's hands traced intricate sigils in the air. Profound runes interwove around him, the principles of the Grand Dao forming an intricate tapestry. A sacred radiance enveloped his form as he finally unveiled the legendary Xuan Yu Holy Art.

"Clang!"

A divine brilliance engulfed the heavens as an ethereal jade sword materialized behind him—the Xuan Yu Sacred Sword!

As he drew it forth, inch by inch, each movement unleashed thousands of streaks of sacred light, blinding and dazzling.

The very heavens trembled with an oceanic force radiating outward in all directions.

From within the sword, dragons and phoenixes sang, the shadows of White Tiger and Black Tortoise flickered within its radiance. Divine light surged ceaselessly, the sword yet to be fully drawn, yet the very void trembled before its might.

On the Drunken Immortal Pavilion below, many had already begun to feel the oppressive force emanating from the battlefield. A brilliant protective light enveloped the pavilion's rooftop, shielding its occupants from the residual battle shockwaves.

"Sever!"

With a decisive swing, Xuan Yu's sword cleaved through the void, sacred brilliance engulfing the heavens. The power of the Four Symbols surged forth, divine light cascading like a celestial waterfall, its sheer might locking Chen Xiaoming in place.

"Go."

Chen Xiaoming slowly raised his right hand, pointing a single finger toward Xuan Yu. Behind him, the willow branch trembled—a beam of silver light, condensed to an extreme degree, streaked toward the Holy Son.

"Whoosh."

The silver radiance weaved through the void, hurtling toward Xuan Yu.

"Open!"

With a quiet murmur, the willow branch quivered again. A silver flower blossomed into existence, divine light swirling around it, intricately interwoven with the essence of the Grand Dao. As it bloomed, its brilliance illuminated the heavens.

"One thought, a flower blooms—shattering a thousand mountains and rivers."

The radiant silver light sliced across the heavens, its trajectory carving an elegant, serpentine path through the void. The world itself seemed to freeze, the mighty Four Symbols and celestial sword frozen in place, transfigured into a breathtakingly intricate painting.

The silver radiance traced the painting's surface, and under its glow, countless Dao Flowers blossomed upon the scroll, weaving together the laws of existence.

In the boundless expanse of the void, countless silver flowers bloomed, adorning the infinite cosmos.

"Boom!"

Like a cataclysmic eruption, Xuan Yu's face twisted in horror. The moment the silver radiance bore down on him, an overwhelming sensation of impending doom seized his soul. His previous composure vanished completely.

With a desperate effort, he channeled the full might of his Four Symbols Sacred Physique, his Xuan Yu Sacred Sword unleashing divine brilliance to form a protective barrier before him, interwoven with the laws of the Dao.

"Stop!"

A thunderous roar echoed as two white-haired elders instantly descended from the pavilion. One of them unleashed a jade talisman covered in Dao markings, hurtling it toward Xuan Yu, while the other clenched his crystalline, jade-like hand into a fist, reaching to seize the incoming silver light.

"Splurt!"

Standing unfazed, Chen Xiaoming made no further moves. The elder's divine hand, capable of grasping the void itself, was instantly pierced through, while the residual force shattered the jade talisman's defense.

Terror flooded Xuan Yu's eyes—his protectors had failed. This was his death sentence.

"No!" He roared in unwillingness. He had yet to compete for the chance to ascend to Emperorhood—how could he perish here?

But the silver light struck his forehead. In an instant, his soul was extinguished.

Chen Xiaoming's gaze remained indifferent. Shifting his eyes toward the two elders, he raised a single finger once more, sending another streak of silver radiance their way.

"Leave together, then. I dislike trouble."

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