Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 800 - 799: The Might of the Seven Swords!

The power of these seven punches shook heaven and earth, unleashing the full force of Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm cultivation base.

Each punch landed caused the void to tremble, turning the space into nothingness.

Punch after punch followed in succession, making everyone feel their hearts hanging in suspense for Su Han.

Yet at this moment, Su Han’s lips curved into a mocking smile, as Extreme Night was raised and swung directly without any flourish.

The second slash!

"Second Sword Shanhai Movement!"

"Swish!"

The pitch-black sword light slashed through the void, seemingly tearing apart the heavens.

Dense black mist transformed into indescribable tidal waves; at first glance, they seemed real, accompanied by the incessant sound of crashing waves.

Second Sword Shanhai Movement, capable of morphing into towering mountains, capable of shifting into the Northern Sea!

Above the black surface of the sea, a massive mountain stood up in grandeur, its peak unseen, the majestic presence towering at ten thousand zhang high, terrifying beyond words.

"Boom!"

Wang Mo’s first punch arrived. The mountain remained unmoving, yet across the pitch-black sea’s surface, a tidal wave of a hundred zhang surged forward, colliding with the punch and instantly extinguishing both in an explosive burst.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Following closely came the second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch...

Until the seventh punch, a total of seven tidal waves completely shattered within the realm of heaven and earth.

"You do have some skill!"

Wang Mo’s face darkened, clearly not expecting Su Han to be so formidable. He had initially believed his first punch to be enough to grievously injure Su Han, yet the result was an even match between the two.

As for the subsequent seven punches, he was confident they could kill Su Han, but who could have thought that Su Han’s breathtaking secret technique would morph into mountains and seas, successfully blocking all seven punches.

Wang Mo repeatedly claimed his punches were merely ordinary attacks, and though it was true, even such "ordinary" strikes demanded immense effort from him, each full-force punch draining his Dragon Power significantly.

"My turn now."

Su Han smiled faintly at the grim-faced Wang Mo. The ten-thousand-zhang-tall mountain roared forward at this moment, carried by the rolling waves, pressing directly toward Wang Mo.

Though still distant, Wang Mo already felt an indescribable pressure. The intensity of this pressure felt tangible, fracturing the void as it advanced. Wherever the towering mountain passed, all void space completely vanished!

"Suppress!"

Su Han’s voice resonated like a Celestial God, echoing in all directions, reaching the ears of everyone present in the plaza.

At this moment, countless gazes were fixed on the scene. Those initially focused on the arena turned their attention to Su Han and Wang Mo instead.

Even the sect disciples and forces still competing on the stages paused, their eyes drawn toward the commotion.

At this moment, all eyes were upon them!

"Boom!"

The terrifying mountain, carrying a sky-shattering pressure, surged toward Wang Mo with the intention of sheer suppression.

"Break!"

Finally taking this seriously, Wang Mo roared furiously and swung his fist again. This time, however, the punch clearly wasn’t the "ordinary strike" he had previously claimed.

Upon impact, heaven and earth quaked, winds raged, colors shifted. A terrifying screech emanated from Wang Mo’s fist.

The fist seemed to transform into a beam of radiant light, rapidly smashing toward the mountain.

This was unmistakably a Dragon Technique, and at least an Upper-Grade Purple Gold Level Dragon Technique!

"Boom!"

As the fist collided with the mountain, a deafening explosion reverberated across the world. Many spectators found the noise unbearably loud, and some of the weaker sect disciples even had blood seeping from their ears.

During the clash, Wang Mo’s expression shifted dramatically. His fist was obliterated on the spot, while the mountain shattered into countless fragments with a resounding crash.

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As the mountain was crumbling, an earth-shattering sword light, five thousand zhang long, suddenly descended from above!

In this moment, Wang Mo’s heart pounded fiercely, an overwhelming sense of crisis engulfing him.

He finally understood that the most formidable force of Su Han’s strike wasn’t in the rolling waves, nor the towering mountain—it was... in this sword light!!!

Compared to the first slash, this sword light was two thousand zhang longer. Its oppressive power and terrifying potency could be felt even from a distance.

Wang Mo had never anticipated that after the mountain and sea, this unprecedented sword light would emerge. Moreover, its sudden appearance and staggering speed left him, despite his Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm strength, no time to employ another counterstrike.

The only option left to him was retreat and defense!

"Golden-Silver Armor!"

Wang Mo roared, Dragon Power surging forth as golden light erupted from his body. This light materialized into armor, quickly enveloping him.

Following the golden armor, a silver armor emerged and wrapped around Wang Mo as he retreated.

"Swish!"

At that exact moment, the sword light struck, directly hitting Wang Mo. The silver armor covering his body shattered with a thunderous crash, and the golden armor held out for a brief moment before cracks spread, causing it to crumble piece by piece.

"Puff!"

Wang Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his palms had nearly been shattered by the impact. His complexion paled as his figure was forcibly propelled backward by the force of the sword light.

"Destroy it!!!"

Seizing the opportunity while retreating, he finally managed to spare a fraction of time. With a swift turn of his hand, a massive axe appeared. Without hesitation, Wang Mo swung the giant axe toward the sword light.

The axe emitted a rich milky-white glow, clearly a Mid-Grade Holy Spirit Level weapon.

Su Han’s sword light had already expended much of its power while breaking through Wang Mo’s golden and silver armors. Thus, the moment it collided with the axe, it finally dissipated completely into the void.

And at that moment, the entire plaza was plunged into an eerie silence once more.

Following this silence, a cacophony of awe erupted across the audience.

"Wang Family Mo Ancestor... was injured?!"

"Injured! Su Baliu actually managed to injure the Wang Family Mo Ancestor, a terrifying powerhouse with Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm strength!"

"My heavens, this Su Baliu is only at Dragon God Realm Early Stage! He overcame Ji Fengyun, who had lingered in Dragon God Realm for 800 years, and now he has injured the Wang Family Mo Ancestor, who has been in Pseudo-Emperor Realm for nearly 1,000 years!"

"Just how strong is he?!!!"

"This is a true Heavenly Talent, a genuine Heavenly Talent. Achieving such feats at under 30 years old, he’s nothing short of a freak!"

"Compared to him... I am worth nothing in the grand scheme of heaven and earth."

As this endless buzz reverberated across the crowd, even Eastern Ancestor and Nangong Chenfeng stood frozen in place, their faces filled with disbelief.

"This little fellow... has grown to this level of power already?" they murmured, lost in thought.