The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 925: Xuanyuan Pozhen

On the other side of the arena, Xuanyuan Pozhen watched as Ling Feng's ninety-nine meridian gates erupted with overwhelming power. His eyelids twitched violently.

Back when he had broken through to the Transformation Realm, he had only opened seventy meridian gates. Yet this boy, nearly a decade younger than him, had surpassed him completely with ninety-nine.

If not for the ten-year gap in their cultivation, Xuanyuan Pozhen would have been obliterated without a trace.

"Xuanyuan Pozhen! What are you waiting for? Attack!"

The Fourth Prince's voice carried a hint of panic as Ling Feng's aura continued to rise.

"No." Xuanyuan Pozhen did not turn around. "If I cannot face my opponent at his full strength, then this fight is meaningless."

He stood unmoving, allowing Ling Feng's power to reach its peak without interference.

"Damn it!"

The Fourth Prince's eyes darkened with frustration. This Xuanyuan Pozhen was far too full of himself.

Ling Feng fixed his gaze on Xuanyuan Pozhen. Although the man stood on the opposite side, Ling Feng had to admit that he was a man of honor.

Finally, Ling Feng's aura stabilized at its peak. He raised the Eradicator of Realms in a basic sword stance, and in that instant, his entire presence transformed. He became like a sword maniac, his mind and soul devoted entirely to the blade. Nothing else existed.

Both Slaughter and Reincarnation sword wills materialized around him, swirling like tangible forces. The distant roar of an ancient dragon seemed to echo through the air.

Against an opponent like Xuanyuan Pozhen, there was only one technique that could secure victory.

Heaven-Slaying Sword Art!

In the next breath, flames erupted along Ling Feng's blade. The Eradicator of Realms trembled, its edge singing as a crimson glow enveloped the steel.

"Scorching—Sky Blaze!"

Boom!

A vast sword beam exploded outward, its raging sword qi entwined with third-phase Devouring Flame. The attack arced through the air in multiple trajectories, descending upon Xuanyuan Pozhen from all directions, engulfing him in a sea of fire.

The inferno twisted space itself, yet Xuanyuan Pozhen remained unshaken. His body tensed, eyes gleaming as a surge of evil qi dispersed the flames like melting snow.

"Now!"

Ling Feng's true strike came the moment the flames vanished. A single, lethal thrust aimed straight for Xuanyuan Pozhen's forehead.

The longsword shone like a rainbow. At that moment, the pure power of flame had already transformed into Cold Spirit elemental qi[1]. In the blink of an eye, a wave of cold qi swept down, condensing into earth dragons covered in solid ice, all of them launching a fierce assault toward Xuanyuan Pozhen.

And almost at the very instant the Scorching Sky Blaze vanished, the tip of the Eradicator of Realms was already pointed straight at Xuanyuan Pozhen's forehead, just an inch away.

Every movement, every fraction of a second, had been meticulously calculated.

Yet Xuanyuan Pozhen's smirk never wavered. With a sidestep and a flick of his wrist, the Sword of Startling Evil intercepted Ling Feng's strike, deflecting it at the last possible instant.

"Incredible reflexes!" Ling Feng's pupils constricted, but he roared, "But it's not over yet!"

His body twisted midair, the Eradicator of Realms becoming a spiraling drill as it unleashed another devastating thrust.

Purple lightning crackled along the blade, the residual arcs almost reaching Xuanyuan Pozhen's face.

Fire, then earth, now thunder...

Xuanyuan Pozhen exhaled sharply. To think one man could wield so many attributes!

"One Sword To Topple a City!"

Finally, Xuanyuan Pozhen abandoned all restraint. His ultimate technique, saturated with evil qi, clashed head-on with Ling Feng's assault.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two became blurs of motion, their swords meeting hundreds of times in mere seconds. Sword qi raged like a storm, slicing through the air as the audience watched in stunned silence.

Blade against blade, sword will against sword will, sword qi against sword qi.

The entire arena became a canvas of afterimages. Compared to this duel, the battles of Li Bufan and Jiang Xiaofan faded into insignificance.

Even the Fourth Prince, who had yet to join the fight, was forced to retreat to the offense-defense zone to avoid the lethal sword qi.

Their sword skills had reached an extraordinary, almost supernatural realm.

Clang!

Each collision grew heavier, the sound like war hammers smashing against castle gates. The vibrations numbed the spectators' scalps.

Ling Feng's hands ached, his arms trembling from the recoil. Half his body had gone numb from the exchange.

What a monster!

His blood burned hotter. The Blood of the Emperor within him thrived in combat, especially against a worthy foe. Every cell in his body screamed in exhilaration.

He launched forward again.

Though his dual sword wills were rare and formidable, Xuanyuan Pozhen's superior cultivation allowed him to neutralize each strike. His foundation was rock-solid, his control flawless. Even newly ascended king-tier martial artists might fall before him.

After dozens more exchanges, Ling Feng was sent flying backward, skidding over a dozen steps before regaining his footing.

"Unbelievable! Xuanyuan Pozhen is on another level!"

"What a pity. Although Ling Feng is already very strong, Xuanyuan Pozhen's power, speed, and defense are completely flawless."

Countless people in the audience showed a hint of pity as they saw Ling Feng pushed back, but there was not a trace of contempt.

Ling Feng was only at the Transformation Realm, yet he has fought Xuanyuan Pozhen to this level and even unlocked ninety-nine meridian gates.

Such a monster was beyond their judgment.

1. Author's notes: The Cold Spirit true qi was formed through spirit infusion of the Cold Spirit Bone. Although it appeared to carry an icy nature, it was in fact earth-attributed true qi. ☜

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