Chapter 119: Battle Against the Sage (Part 2)
BOOM...
The void quaked violently as if the entire world were trembling. The pillar of light formed from Chen Xiaoming's bloodline origin compressed further under his will. Strands of Dao runes coiled around it, and boundless divine radiance poured from the heavens, saturating the skies in a sacred glow for ten thousand miles.
WOM...
A humming echoed between heaven and earth as the starry skies descended with the laws of the Great Dao. The laws took the form of dragons that soared through the cosmos. In mere moments, ninety-nine Great Dao dragons coiled above the nine heavens, their breath transforming into divine aura that illuminated the entire realm.
"This is bad—he must not complete the condensation!"
The old man who had already unleashed his divine weapon narrowed his eyes sharply. From within that pillar of light, a power emerged that even he found terrifying. If Chen Xiaoming succeeded in this condensation, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the black chains sealing the heavens erupted with countless light surfaces, like a myriad of flying swords slashing down. Each beam blazed with intense brilliance, transforming into blinding divine rays.
The old man's aura surged as he ascended on radiant holy light. A sacred rain radiated from him, cascading like the Milky Way crashing from the Ninth Heaven. The pressure was suffocating as the torrent surged toward Chen Xiaoming's broken body.
BOOM!
It was as if a mountain had collapsed, a tsunami crashing down—the heavens shattering and the earth splitting apart. A wild, domineering force burst forth like a boundless ocean, engulfing all existence. All beings became mere ants in the tide, helplessly struggling to survive.
"Perish."
A dark divine light flared in the old man's eyes as he thrust out a massive black hand. The black chains woven through the void gathered into a singular strike, shooting toward Chen Xiaoming's skull.
This colossal hand was entwined with the chains of the world itself—indestructible, eternal. Capable of erasing even peak Kings. Under this blow, the heavens and stars paled. The shockwaves rippled like ocean tides, boundless and vast.
"Condense!"
Under the crushing force, Chen Xiaoming felt an overwhelming threat. If this blow landed, he would undoubtedly lose. All of his hopes rested on that pillar of origin light before him.
He had poured his heart and soul into this—sacrificing even his intermediate bloodline. If he failed now, how could he face the myriad realms?
The divine radiance deepened into an abyss. Chen Xiaoming once more drew upon the power of his bloodline, stepping into the void as silver light illuminated the world. His shattered body dissolved, transforming into a titanic divine hand that pressed violently down upon the origin pillar.
ROAR!
A dragon's cry echoed through the nine heavens. The void trembled as heavenly brilliance descended—auspicious light rained down and silver lotuses bloomed from the earth. The ninety-nine Dao Dragons spiraled upward, shattering the endless void as they surged into the light pillar.
With a shift in aura, the entire world changed.
From within the pillar of light, a dazzling radiance erupted, shooting forth to meet the incoming black hand.
The light flared with such intensity that even the sun, moon, and stars seemed to tremble. Divine brilliance flooded the skies.
Zzt, zzt...
As the pillar contracted, beams of light shot out like towering mountains—each one emitting icy silver light that pierced the black hand until it was riddled with holes.
DING, DING, DING...
The Heavenly Chains quivered as they struggled to withstand the barrage of thick light beams. The old man stared in shock at the forming mass of light, his expression darkening.
Within the orb, the ninety-nine Dao Dragons fused into golden Dao runes, weaving across its surface. The orb flashed silver, morphing into a long silver spear. Along its surface, golden dragon patterns were engraved—its presence radiated an unfathomable might.
The cold glint of the spear's tip tore through the void, ripping open a massive rift. The silver light it released blasted against the Heavenly Chains, causing them to tremble faintly.
Huff...
Chen Xiaoming gasped heavily. His arms were disintegrating, flesh mangled, his body cracked all over—barely human in shape.
Yet, as he gazed at the silver spear before him, a smile tugged at his lips. His right hand, glimmering with restorative light, reformed in an instant. His shattered body rapidly mended.
The void beneath his feet collapsed as he flashed forward and grasped the silver spear. With a light swing, spatial rifts tore open around him, and chaotic energy spilled out.
"Hah, as expected... a man just feels more at home with a spear."
With a chuckle, Chen Xiaoming's eyes ignited with flames as he looked up at the elder above.
So what if he didn't have a divine weapon before? He just forged one from his very essence and bloodline to fight this bastard!
Mmpf. Trying to bully him? Did they forget that Chen Xiaoming could be ruthless too?
Push him too far, and he might just cleave off another part of himself for raw materials next time!
"Now—let's start over!"
With a blur, Chen Xiaoming surged forward, spear in hand. Divine light burst forth, and the silver spear clashed against the Heavenly Chains, each impact ringing like thunder and sparking brilliant flares.
They shattered the void as they clashed, soaring into the vast sky. One moment here, the next they teleported across the horizon—like tearing through space-time itself. Both radiated divine brilliance, their auras awe-inspiring.
The sky was sealed off by the Heavenly Chains, yet silver light blazed against the firmament.
Divine light burst from their bodies, dimming the stars and moon. The old man wielded the Heavenly Chains, each strike woven with the laws of the Great Dao and accompanied by booming thunder.
Chen Xiaoming met every blow with his spear. Each thrust summoned a Dao Dragon that danced through the air. Ninety-nine consecutive strikes filled the sky with dragons, their breath spitting divine light that swallowed the heavens.
The spear tip flickered with sharp brilliance, swirling with Dao ripples. The celestial dragons danced at its call, transforming into the embodiment of spear intent aimed straight at the elder.
"HRAAH!"
Provoked by Chen Xiaoming's aura, the elder roared, his voice booming as his eyes blazed like divine lanterns, shooting beams that pierced the void.
The divine light merged into the Heavenly Chains. His right hand swept them through the air, now glowing crimson like phoenix-blood gold, radiating soul-chilling waves.
CLANG!
The chains danced like living beings, slashing with killing intent, their edges soaked in imaginary blood, each strike aiming for Chen Xiaoming's vitals.
The night sky turned crimson, consumed by the elder's blood aura. His attacks were unmatched—each swing of the chains annihilated the void, which couldn't withstand his might.
Hahaha!
Despite his attacks being blocked by the chains, Chen Xiaoming's eyes blazed as the tremendous force surged through them. His fighting spirit erupted, and he laughed loudly.
Dazzling silver light exploded from his spear. The ninety-nine Dao Dragons engraved on its surface flew forth once more—merging into one.
The spear's tip quivered—heaven and earth resonated as the united dragons condensed into a golden dot that adorned the point.
A colossal dragon of gold and silver coiled through the heavens, slowly opening its eyes. It pierced the void and exhaled a breath of primal power.
The space beneath his feet shattered as Chen Xiaoming surged forward to meet it.
"Today—I will slay a Sage!"
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