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Chapter 3703: Chapter 1798: Emperor’s Battle (Part 2)
But Bazhun’an, after all, is Bazhun’an.
He stubbornly used this as a basis to cultivate the Indestructible Sword Body, compensating for the deficiencies of his Innate-stage physical body, and advanced further beyond the pinnacle.
However...
How many Bazhun’ans are there in the world?
Elder Yu simply couldn’t withstand the damage from a single Sword Will Ghost. He immediately cried out in pain and staggered as he flew backward, shouting:
"I don’t know why!"
"I didn’t even want to be anointed as a Holy Emperor. Who would’ve thought it would happen suddenly, and I would suddenly ascend the Stairway to Heaven? This is not my original intention!"
His voice was full of pain and bewilderment over cause and effect that he couldn’t break free from:
"My home is in the Southern Underworld. I never intended to play around in your Holy Emperor’s secret realm. If I wanted to, why would I have served as a divine envoy of the Kun Peng God earlier?"
"I could directly enter Yunshan and become a Dao Executor for a Holy Emperor. Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?"
Hua Changdeng obviously did not believe his words and continued to pursue with his sword:
"When a bird is about to die, its cries are sorrowful; when a man is about to die, his words are kind."
Here, "kind" clearly does not refer to Elder Yu’s words being believable, but rather that they were elegantly and nicely said, yet not from the heart.
After all, based on Elder Yu’s actions.
Being anointed as a Holy Emperor, ascending the Stairway to Heaven, and seizing Wu Rao, these are undeniable facts.
"Annoyed! Annoyed! Annoyed!"
Elder Yu angrily shouted several times, knowing that explaining was futile and that he couldn’t win the fight, so he had to desperately flee.
The golden roc transformed into a giant Kun, plunging as if into the deep sea, and sank into the vast ocean of the Wu Rao’s Great Path.
"You cannot hide."
Hua Changdeng whispered softly.
He was, of course, preoccupied with the trickery, having been toyed with by Xu Xiaoshou and unable to grasp even his shadow.
But in a combat environment, this contemporary number one Holy Emperor of the Ancient Sword Cultivation World was truly comprehensive!
The three swords of the Sword Demon around him flickered continuously, and Hua Changdeng’s body merged with intention as his intent returned to the spirits, completely liberating his combat form:
"Fengdu arise, River of Oblivion manifest!"
With a shout, Wu Rao’s Emperor Realm’s day and night were reversed, and Yin Yang was thrown into chaos.
Fengdu Phenomenon arose in various places, the structure of the eighteen levels of hell formed, with ghostly towers towering high and forest-like halls standing.
The Ten Yama Lords either held decrees, carried seals, bore chains, or hung knives... each was a hundred meters tall, overlooking the Yin Cao. Upon appearing, they decreed the hundred ghosts.
Thus, the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, howling across the borders, wherever they passed, the living would evade, and the dead would bypass.
The surging momentum of the River of Oblivion was overwhelming and boundless, flooding into the eighteen levels of hell, submerging everything.
Wu Rao’s Emperor Realm was directly overturned by the turbid red water, and the spirits of life and death floated within.
This realm, its rules and Great Path, were placed within the boundless River of Oblivion. Naturally, the Fish Kunpeng that hid in the depths of the Great Path appeared beneath this sea of suffering.
"Hua! Chang! Deng!"
Elder Yu’s cry was full of despair.
He had clearly exhausted all his means, but being also a Holy Emperor, the Kun Peng Holy Emperor soars over the universe, and the Yunshan Holy Emperor covers the sky with one hand.
One rising, one falling.
No matter how he struggled, Elder Yu was like a clown jumping around, unable to escape Hua Changdeng’s grasp.
Bones piled up to form the Hundred Ghosts Altar.
The Karma Fire burned quietly, capable of repairing the Yin Cao.
"Die!"
The River of Oblivion elevated the Hundred Ghosts Altar, which towered into the black sky, suppressing all paths. Hua Changdeng stood atop the altar, transforming into the Lord of Phantom City.
With a ghostly hunt in his hand, he slashed down one sword after another.
Beneath the boundless River of Oblivion, the cries of the Kun Beast never ceased, and blood flowed in torrents, wave after wave.
The overwhelming death aura not only submerged Elder Yu in the River of Oblivion, but even Xu Xiaoshou, who had transformed into a handful of yellow earth, felt the suffocating pressure.
"Strong..."
So strong it’s terrifying!
So strong it’s off the charts!
Hua Changdeng wielded his sword effortlessly, with the utmost expressiveness.
Yet, the aura of the Lord of Phantom City, overlooking from above, made one feel like seeing a bright moon, feeling as though floating on water, truly unshakable.
"Is the Love for All Living Beings Ancestor Transformation no more than this?"
"Is this the combat power that once impressively halted Bazhun’an’s aggressive momentum, severed two fingers, and left a scar on his neck?"
Xu Xiaoshou realized that on his journey, he had never encountered the so-called "Unlimited" full state, the frontal combat power of the most dazzling ancient swordsman.
Elder Gu forced open the Mystical Gate, only glimpsing a corner of the mystery, unable to execute even half a sword.
Bazhun’an’s Jianwo’s visit to the Divine Relics was merely a slight commentary, in truth, he needed to wield his own sword to repel the Cursed Yin.
These were all within the realm of recognized knowledge.
Hua Changdeng clearly surpassed Xu Xiaoshou’s understanding of combat power.
Compared with Rao Wangze, who extinguished in the wind and died at the sight of trickery, the combat power displayed by this Yunshan Saint Emperor was thousands of times, ten thousand times higher!
Li Fuyu once executed a Fengdu sword.
That, aside from the imagery of the Sword Observation Manual, was the pinnacle application of Phantom Swords Technique that Xu Xiaoshou had seen in the living world.
But Li Fuyu’s Fengdu sword, compared to Hua Changdeng as the Lord of Phantom City, is like a grain of sand in the boundless sea, a gravel in the Galaxy; incomparable.
"Can a thirty-year gap really be this outrageous, is this the ’Unlimited’ of the Ancient Sword Cultivation World?"
In the bizarre magic state, Xu Xiaoshou, who had transformed into yellow earth and had no scalp, still felt a tingling in his scalp.
No wonder Bazhun’an confessed that in the path of Phantom Swords Technique, he felt inferior.
No wonder Bazhun’an once said, if you want to learn the Phantom Swords Technique, there’s only one Lord of Phantom City in the world today, just observe Hua Changdeng’s swordsmanship.
At this moment, watching Hua Changdeng’s sword slay Elder Yu, Xu Xiaoshou even worried for the Eighth.
This first-in-command saint servant who walked from Tiansang Spirit Palace to the Ghost Buddha Realm, had always been the god of calming the deep sea for those resisting the Cage Theory in the five regions, the one pursuing freedom.
Even though his body was flawed, his status unstable, and he generally did not engage in battle, just sitting in the back of the camp, his performance was still miraculous.