The Omniversal Merchant-Chapter 230: A Strike That Shakes the Heavens!

Xia Yuan's expression was cold and resolute.

"If you're ready, let's begin," he said.

With a swift motion, his Celestial Sword left its sheath.

"Let's do this!"

The Third Elder's voice was deep and steady.

Before him, a towering bronze cauldron appeared, flames raging within. Waves of spiritual energy surged from it, distorting the air with searing heat.

The once-immovable snow-capped peaks—untouched by the seasons—began to melt, forming rivulets of steaming water.

This was also a sacred artifact.

In Arena Mode, the highest-tier holy weapons could be selected.

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Boom!

The Third Elder struck the cauldron with a heavy palm, sending out a deep, echoing sound.

Then—

Roar!

A massive flame dragon surged forth from the cauldron, its scales vividly detailed, eyes gleaming with intelligence. The sheer force of its emergence shook the battlefield.

Xia Yuan let out a cold snort, his aura condensing into something almost tangible.

Then, his sword fell.

Instantly, a boundless ocean of sword light materialized, surging violently like a tide of destruction.

Among the waves of sword light, stars flickered into existence—a breathtaking vision produced by Xia Yuan's cultivation technique.

The entire mountain range trembled.

Deep fissures spread across the ground.

Distant peaks shuddered as avalanches cascaded down.

A power akin to the wrath of the heavens!

The flame dragon lifted its head and roared, releasing an endless inferno that spread outward like a consuming sea of fire.

The ocean of sword light clashed against the ocean of flames—and for a moment, the world itself seemed to darken.

At the epicenter of the collision, space itself fractured.

Jagged rifts in reality formed, revealing the chaotic, swirling void beneath. Time and space churned violently, exuding an aura of absolute destruction.

It was an apocalyptic sight.

And this was just the beginning.

Xia Yuan's sword strike continued to rip space apart, shattering it like a fragile mirror.

The Third Elder refused to be outdone.

With a thought, the bronze cauldron expanded—growing to hundreds of meters in size, blotting out the sky.

Meanwhile, in Other Battles...

At the same time, the other six combatants clashed.

Ying Wuji vs. Daoxu

Neither man was one for words. The moment they selected their weapons, they attacked without hesitation.

Wu Daoxu's swordsmanship was unmatched—every strike carried an overwhelming, world-splitting power. His blade cut through the air with unparalleled dominance, each movement filled with unstoppable momentum.

Ying Wuji, on the other hand, fought with his fists.

He wore a pair of holy-grade gloves, their metallic surface reflecting a golden light.

Jagged spikes lined the knuckles—each strike carrying devastating force.

His fist techniques were not to be underestimated.

Though his lifespan had been reduced, the power of his cultivation was as fearsome as ever.

Ying Wuji's strikes carried Inch Jin, a force so refined and concentrated that even those at the same level feared facing it head-on.

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A single precise strike could tear the sky apart.

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Unlike Xia Yuan's battle of grand destruction, this fight was silent and deadly.

But if one looked closely, they'd notice—

Wherever fist met blade, faint black scars appeared in the air.

These were spatial rifts—marks left behind because the space itself could not withstand their strikes.

For weaker cultivators, touching these rifts—even accidentally—would mean instant death.

Yet, within this storm of destruction, the two combatants continued to exchange blows without pause.

Their figures flashed across the battlefield, vanishing and reappearing in the sky.

With each movement, space cracked and collapsed. Devastating energy rippled outward, distorting the world around them. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Thankfully, this was inside the Tower of Trial.

If this were the real world, the consequences would be catastropic.

Old Bai vs. Ji Wuhui

Though the two had fought before, their rematch was just as intense as ever.

The clash between the Heavenly Star Spear and the Black Spear God, between the Holy Emperor's Avatar and Dragon Shatters the Eight Desolations, was one of sheer force and technical mastery.

Neither was willing to yield an inch.

Murong Haitang vs. Liu Rumei

Unlike the others, their battle was less destructive but equally intense.

There were no earth-shattering explosions or space-tearing rifts—yet, beneath the surface, an undercurrent of deadly precision flowed.

Every move was calculated.

Every attack was measured.

A battle of skill and strategy rather than brute force.

And as the battles raged on, the true depths of the challengers' strength began to unfold...