Free Web NovelChapter 390: Chapter 391: Ten Realms Pagoda
It was a battle that truly captured everyone’s attention, and a thrill of excitement ran through the crowd. They all wanted to see who was stronger.
Beize Yunzhuo’s eyes were fixed on the stage. Wudao had defeated him, and Ye Wushuang had defeated him. How could he be content without seeing how their fight would end?
"Slash!"
Ye Wushuang’s figure shot into the firmament. The Dragon Blood Battle Saber sliced through the air, its blade flashing with a dazzling, bloody light. Like a bolt of crimson lightning in the dead of night, it slashed toward the Demon God True Body.
"True Demon Hand!" Wudao shouted coldly. Demon Qi churned as a colossal black hand swatted toward Ye Wushuang, and a wave of True Demon Qi washed over the world, surging toward him.
"Perish!" A streak of blood-red light flashed by. The Blood-Colored Battle Saber cleaved the Demon God True Body in two at the waist. At the same time, Ye Wushuang executed the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon. He moved like a roaming dragon as a monstrous, blood-colored aura billowed above him. A giant, crimson hand suddenly shot out from the blood cloud.
BOOM!
The giant crimson hand collided with the attacking True Demon Hand. Crimson light and black demonic light slammed into each other, creating ripples of alternating black and red light that spread in all directions.
"Heavenly Concealing Hand!" Gazing at the familiar Hand Seal, Mo Wentian’s expression turned grim. He had cultivated it as well, but his version came with a massive side effect—a trick Ye Wushuang had played on him.
"Heavenly Concealing Hand, suppress!" Ye Wushuang moved, and giant crimson hands continuously emerged from the blood cloud, slamming down on Wudao’s head.
"Celestial Demon Eighteen Massacres, destroy him!" Wudao roared. Endless Demon Evil Qi surged forth as black demonic energy rose into the void, and eighteen Demons descended upon the world.
ROAR! ROAR!
The Celestial Demons danced in a chaotic frenzy. Eighteen Demons charged into the blood cloud, sweeping through it wildly. The blood cloud roiled and trembled, its crimson canopy gradually being tainted by the Black Cloud.
It was as if demons had conquered heaven and earth—the Celestial Demons were invincible!
The eighteen Demons were terrifying to behold. Each one radiated a vicious and evil aura, as if any single one of them could obliterate a powerful expert.
RUMBLE!
After stamping out the blood cloud and dispelling the Heavenly Concealing Hand, Wudao attacked again, swatting through the air with his True Demon Hand. The eighteen Demons also charged down from the sky with cold indifference. The firmament was blotted out by their darkness, and the Battle Platform was suddenly plunged into shadow.
But in the midst of this darkness, a single streak of bloody light refused to die. It began to bloom, growing brighter and brighter!
"World Destruction!" Ye Wushuang’s body flickered. On his Dragon Blood Battle Saber, a bloody light erupted ten thousand feet into the air, slashing out like a crimson heavenly curtain. The True Demon Hand was sliced in two.
"Demon God’s Fury!" Wudao spat out another Demon God True Body to block the World-Destroying Slash as his own body flashed away in retreat.
At the same time, the eighteen Demons closed in on Ye Wushuang to kill him, and black Palm Seals rained down, blotting out the sky.
"Slash! Slash! Slash!" Ye Wushuang soared upward, defying the heavens. The Dragon Blood Battle Saber he wielded traced a cross of bloody light, tearing the eighteen Demons to shreds.
BANG!
BANG!
Bloody light flashed relentlessly. Before the World-Destroying Saber, even demons would be slain.
The force of the impacts raged on, and the firmament itself trembled, threatening to collapse.
"No wonder you defeated Beize Yunzhuo. You’re certainly strong enough, and quite a genius. But only those who stand at the peak can be called true geniuses. Under my radiance, your talent will dim and fade."
As soon as Wudao’s voice fell, his body was enveloped in a black mist. He shot toward the firmament like a streak of black light and merged with one of the Demons.
At the same time, the remaining Demons that had not yet been slain also rushed in, fusing together into one.
The Demon King dominates the world!
An Eight-Armed Demon King stood tall in the firmament. With a single sweep of its hand, rolling Demon Qi engulfed the blood-red saber light.
"Did you think you were the only one who could get bigger?"
A golden Divine Light shot from Ye Wushuang’s eyes. His Giant Spirit True Body rose to prop up the heavens. Its golden battle frame was astonishingly powerful, and with a Blood Saber in its hand, it looked like a golden War God that could split the sky.
The crowd’s gazes focused, not daring to look away from the two colossal figures for even a second.
These were the strongest techniques of both fighters—the very same techniques that had defeated Beize Yunzhuo. Now that they were clashing, this had to be the final blow.
Whose ultimate trump card would prove stronger?
The stronger one would win the match!
The crowd stared intently, fixated on the final strike.
"I am the Demon King, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons! My might shakes heaven and earth; a mere Giant Spirit cannot contend with me!" the Eight-Armed Demon King chanted. Eight clumps of Demonic Light gathered in its eight arms before bursting forth, transforming into eight sky-piercing black pillars of light that shot through the void toward the golden giant.
"World Destruction!" The golden giant raised its arm. The Battle Saber unleashed a Blood River that split the heavens and the earth, cleaving the void in two as it rapidly spread toward the Eight-Armed Demon King.
The eight black pillars of light crisscrossed and coiled forward, rushing toward the encroaching curtain of blood.
The crowd held their breath, watching. The long-awaited final strike was about to collide!
BOOM!
Before the eyes of the crowd, the eight black pillars of light converged and smashed into the curtain of blood with a heaven-shaking crash.
The hearts of the crowd jolted with the impact!
Immediately after, they felt an endless wave of energy, like a titanic tidal wave, madly ravaging the world. The Barbarian God Battle Platform trembled nonstop.
The crowd below retreated again and again. The collision was just too terrifying!
"Is it over? Has a winner been decided?"
The crowd looked back to the sky, but the two figures were still standing!
"So that was your strongest technique!"
The Eight-Armed Demon King stared at the golden giant and said coldly, "However, that last strike was not my strongest trump card. From the very beginning, I have not used my true final move. I bet you didn’t expect that."
"What!"
The crowd was shaken. Wudao’s previous attack wasn’t his final trump card!
’How is that possible? How can that be!’
No one could believe it. Wudao was already appallingly powerful. How could they believe him when he now claimed that wasn’t even his strongest move?
Even Beize Yunzhuo couldn’t believe it. ’I fought him with all my strength, and I still couldn’t even make him use his full power. He looked down on me.’
"I admit, I didn’t expect it," Ye Wushuang said lightly, his gaze fixed on Wudao. "But so what?"
"It means you are destined to be a stepping stone, to make my victory all the more glorious!"
Wudao’s domineering voice rang out between heaven and earth. The Eight-Armed Demon King’s eyes widened, and its Demon King aura overwhelmed the world.
"Now, face this next move!"
One after another, black figures stepped out from the Eight-Armed Demon King’s body. They were all Eight-Armed Demon Kings, identical in every way, right down to their aura and power.
BOOM!
Eight Eight-Armed Demon Kings surrounded the golden giant from eight directions and unleashed their power. Sixty-four pillars of light erupted, forming a Net of Destruction that descended upon it.
The golden giant began to crack, as if it couldn’t withstand the attack!
’Terrifying! Wudao is just too terrifying! This hidden trump card is meant to be a fatal blow to Ye Wushuang!’
The crowd’s attention was completely captivated by the eight figures of the Demon King.
However, none of them noticed that the cracks on the golden giant were not from damage, but from the streaks of blood-red saber light bursting out from within!
"A trump card? You have one, but did you think I don’t?" Suddenly, a soft voice came from Ye Wushuang’s mouth, so faint it sounded almost unreal.
"Three—Realms—Mass—acre!" Each syllable echoed between heaven and earth, resounding deep in the hearts of the crowd.
The golden giant shattered, and with it, a world of the saber seemed to shatter as well. Endless streaks of blood-red saber light rushed out, spreading outward as if to destroy heaven and earth!
