Chapter 120: Battle Against the Sage (Part 3)

"Boom! Boom! Boom…!"

The elder's aura surged as the Heavenly Chains lashed through the void. Each chain shimmered with intertwining Dao principles, attempting to grind the very fabric of space itself. Yet the golden spear-light in Chen Xiaoming's hand struck again and again, holding them at bay.

"Buzz—"

With a flick of the long spear, divine radiance burst forth from its tip. It roared with a might that could swallow mountains and rivers. A dragon's cry echoed across the sky, and the sacred resonance of the Great Dao spiraled through the air. Space cracked and crumbled in its path.

He moved like flowing light, vanishing beneath the heavens. A flash of silver lit up the void as Chen Xiaoming split into countless phantoms. Above his figure, a vast illusory willow swayed gently, emanating an ancient, eternal aura. That force flowed into the long spear, lending it an even more formidable might.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang…!"

A barrage of collisions rang out—spear clashing against chains—each strike sending sparks flying. The clash of metal echoed endlessly. The Heavenly Chains sang with the piercing screech of shattering steel as countless runes lit up, striving to block each thrust of his spear.

"Break for me!"

As his energy condensed, a divine sea of light unfolded behind him. On the spear's shaft, a golden Heavenly Dragon and a silver Spear Dragon coiled and intertwined. The two dragons merged into one and pierced forward, shattering the void and slamming directly into the Heavenly Chains.

"Buzz!"

The sky dimmed, the sun and moon obscured. The world-sealing Heavenly Chains trembled. The elder's hands quivered as a crack tore open across his tiger's mouth, blood pouring forth. Waves of Dao force rippled from him, making his body shudder involuntarily.

"Impossible!"

The elder couldn't help but cry out. The Heavenly Chains, woven to bind the very world, were defenses even a Sage couldn't breach. Beneath its entrapment, he had believed himself invincible.

"Hmph."

Chen Xiaoming let out a cold snort. Without wasting words, he flashed forward. While the elder was still reeling in shock, Chen Xiaoming struck again. His spear glowed as a Heavenly Dragon of the Dao spiraled out, bursting with auspicious light and rending the void apart.

As divine light surged forward, the elder regained his composure. Staring at the approaching Chen Xiaoming, his gaze sharpened—and a cold smile crept onto his lips. He had a plan.

Clasping his hands together, he pulled hard on the Heavenly Chains. In an instant, the chains that had once blanketed the entire Zhao Kingdom shrank, enclosing a hundred-mile radius around Chen Xiaoming and sealing him in completely.

"Boom!"

The chains descended like a collapsing sky. Sacred light erupted from the elder's body—true Sage might surged forth. Having stepped fully into the Sage Realm, he now wielded Sagely Might.

The lashing chains now bore that might, crashing down toward Chen Xiaoming with world-crushing force. The elder refused to believe that even if Chen Xiaoming's power neared that of a Sage, his body could withstand true Sage-level suppression.

He would overwhelm him with sheer force—face him head-on and crush him utterly.

As Sage Might descended, Chen Xiaoming instantly sensed a terrifying force surging from the chains. Without time to think, he thrust his spear.

"CLANG!"

The impact was apocalyptic—wails of gods and ghosts alike echoed across the heavens. The metallic clash shattered the skies. Cracks spiderwebbed across the air like broken glass. Space tore open, revealing layers of fractured void, and chaotic mists poured out.

Blood surged violently within Chen Xiaoming's body like storm-driven waves on the Yangtze, crackling like thunder. A brilliant silver light burst from his pores and hair. His form blurred, blasted backward like a comet.

The space beneath his feet disintegrated, rippling with destruction. He spat a mouthful of blood as cracks spread across his flesh, Sage Might gnawing away at his very body.

"Recover."

With a single thought, divine light pulsed across his form. The Sage Might dispersed under the brilliance of his recovery. His body knit itself whole again—but Chen Xiaoming's face was grim.

He had the power. He had the Divine Weapon. Yet of all things, he hadn't accounted for this. His strength came from his origin essence, but his physical body had only reached the peak of Dragon Transformation. Compared to the elder's Sage-level physique, he was still far behind.

Chen Xiaoming didn't know how the old man had spotted this weakness—but now he dared not take him lightly.

If not for his recovery ability, that last blow might've been his end.

"Just as I thought…"

The elder's eyes lit up with greedy delight. Seeing Chen Xiaoming recover once more, his thoughts churned with desire.

He had found the flaw—Chen Xiaoming's lacking physical defenses. Now he was confident of victory. Even if the young man could heal swiftly, it wouldn't be enough.

"Boom!"

Once again, the Heavenly Chains came crashing down. This time, the elder's Sage Might surged like a bottomless abyss. The skies shattered beneath it. The chains carried boundless killing intent, launching an even deadlier barrage.

Thousands of Dao waves surged forth, crashing like a celestial tide. From above, Sage Might solidified into mountainous forms, eclipsing moon and stars. Chains of divine order interlocked, pressing down with supreme force.

"You want me dead?!"

Fury blazed in Chen Xiaoming's eyes. This damned old fossil was taking it too far. Try to suppress him with sheer Sage Might?

Dream on!

Brilliant silver light erupted like dawn breaking across the world. His silver spear danced, stirring the void behind him. Three willow branches stirred within, sending silver streams through the air that poured into the spear.

"Open—!"

The silver radiance engulfed the heavens. Sage Might? He scoffed—like that could stop him.

Above his head, a golden fruit rose into the air. It shimmered with six colors: white, yellow, purple, black, red, and gold. As it merged with the silver light, the world split open as if from the dawn of creation.

"Transform—!"

The divine fruit was swallowed by the silver glow, unleashing a strange fluctuation. Light scattered, flooding the fractured microcosm.

Heaven and earth shone as a new order unfolded. The void shattered—chaotic energy surged without end.

"ROAR—!"

From the depths of a great ocean, a ten-thousand-zhang Demon Whale breached the sky, its body flashing with golden light as it transformed into a golden Heavenly Dragon.

"BOOM!"

In the heart of an endless forest, a towering Titan Giant Ape pounded its chest and stamped the earth. One massive hand stretched toward the stars, plucking moon and starlight alike.

"WHOOOSH!"

In the snowy wastes, an unrivaled Snow Maiden stood proud amidst the storm, the vast tundra beneath her feet freezing even the sky.

One by one, they appeared—phantoms from legend. The silver radiance held up this miniature world. Chen Xiaoming now stood as its master. Thoughts filled his mind, and in response, mighty soul beasts emerged from the world, towering and immense. Their presence alone bent space, pressing back the oppressive Sage Might of the Heavenly Net Chains.

"BOOM—!"

Heaven and earth roared. The aura of creation and destruction surged. Soul beasts ran rampant, tearing through space, obliterating the chain's entrapment.

"Kill—!"

Killing intent surged.

Chen Xiaoming raised a single finger. The entire microcosm collapsed, reverting to chaos. A wisp of grey Destruction Qi coalesced. The myriad soul beasts fused again, forming a multicolored divine fruit that shot through the void, aiming straight for the elder.

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