Middle-aged Han Zhen was caught completely off guard.
Within the bl**d Phoenix Essence, countless drops of spiritual bl**d had accumulated. This power, even in the Observation Realm, was impossible to fully master.
And he was no different.
So he took a different route and refined his own bones.
Ying Bing…
Her very presence ignited this essence into flames, causing her aura to soar.
Clearly, the connection between the bl**d Phoenix Essence and himself hadn’t been severed.
Why?
Why was the bl**d Phoenix Essence so obedient in front of Ying Bing?
Internal Breathing Mystic Pill Peak…
Observation One Aperture…
Observation Two Apertures…
…
Observation Nine Apertures!
At this rate, Ying Bing was on the brink of touching the threshold of the Internal Landscape!
In the heat of battle, Ying Bing’s aura kept rising.
She began to shift and dodge, prioritizing evasion, before launching a counterattack.
This was mainly because that skeleton once belonged to someone of the Mastery Realm; it possessed various supernatural abilities and its thousands of years were as pristine as new.
Even if the outer world’s first realm was here, using all their means, it would be hard to inflict damage.
Boom—
A burst of vibrant colors blocked Han Zhen’s fist, shaking it apart slightly.
Taking this opportunity, Ying Bing’s crimson lips parted:
“Freeze.”
The Taiyin aura surged, and above the bl**d river, a bright moon slowly ascended.
Where the moonlight touched, all things came to a standstill.
If it weren’t for the fact that thoughts could still flow, one might believe time and space had frozen.
Han Zhen’s face twisted in horror.
“Who are you?!”
“Could it be that, like me…?”
Ignoring the words of the other, Ying Bing focused all her mind on the sword.
Her jade-like fingers brushed against Tian Shuang, and the sword light blazed forth, the piercing sword intent making the bl**d river tremble.
This sword would annihilate all!
This sword would strike true!
A sword without self.
This sword’s target was Han Zhen’s Consciousness Soul.
“Annihilate.”
The glaring tip of the sword kept enlarging.
Han Zhen was confused, trying to comprehend how she could wield such overwhelming power beyond her realm. All he knew was that if he didn’t fight with all his might, he wouldn’t even have a chance to fight back.
Veins bulged on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and spat out three words:
“Seize the Heavenly Mechanism!”
In that moment, Han Zhen’s body seemed to rewind a few years back.
“Defy Heaven’s Decree!”
The gray in the sides of middle-aged Han Zhen’s hair disappeared.
“Break the Heavenly Fate!!”
Han Zhen’s aura peaked.
He could finally move!
This was one of the few powerful secret arts he could wield at the moment.
The price? Enormous.
He had overdrawn his own future for this moment.
Smack—
Han Zhen pressed his palms together, catching that deadly sword.
The energy from both sides flickered and fizzled, shattering the void into pieces.
Boom—
….
Such a massive commotion echoed through the secret realm below.
“What kind of legacy is that up there? The sound is enormous!”
“Do you think it could be that Li Mo and Ying Bing are fighting over a precious inheritance?”
“That doesn’t seem likely, how could the Internal Breathing Realm create such a huge scene?”
“I sensed an astonishing sword intent; it must be related to the inheritance and the sword?”
“No, that aura… seems countless times heavier and more imposing than the outer realm…”
….
The people below were utterly bewildered.
Some brave souls even tried to sneak a peek further up.
But at that very moment—
Bang—
The entire secret realm shook slightly.
On the other side,
Bang—
Young Han Zhen was smashed away by a hammer, colliding with a pillar of the Bronze Divine Tree like a cannonball.
“You…”
“After living for thousands of years, is this all you’ve got?”
Li Mo twirled a starry hammer in his hand, a smirk curling at his lips.
Young Han Zhen stood up, slightly unsteady, his eyes still deeply unfathomable.
“You can’t win.”
“You, as a disciple of Shang Wu, can be forgiven for your offenses, just abandon the dark…”
“Have you ever been a girl?”
Li Mo suddenly asked.
Han Zhen paused.
Li Mo stroked his chin:
“Seven lifetimes of reincarnation, surely there was a time you were a girl?”
Han Zhen: “……”
A few years of cerebral hemorrhage, and you can ask such a question?
“I…”
“Wait, you can’t be a girl right now, cross-dressing as a boy, can you?”
“I’m a man.”
Beads of sweat popped on Han Zhen’s forehead.
“I don’t believe you, unless you let me check.”
“Check your face!”
Han Zhen was done holding back and transformed into a bl**d shadow, lunging at him.
“Oh, you think I have time to chat with you?”
Li Mo rolled up his sleeves, shouting:
“Little Bao, combined technique!”
He was waiting for Little Bao to unleash the Fighting King’s secrets just as a sideline.
“Zap!”
A Dragon Tiger Gold Pellet pierced through the bl**d river, flying in from outside the hall, landing in Li Mo’s palm.
Immediately, a vast and mighty wind swirled; the Dragon Tiger aura ignited within Li Mo.
No choice.
The opposing aura was too heavy.
The karma almost wanted to turn him to ashes.
“Nine Aperture Dragon Tiger Gold Pellet?”
Young Han Zhen’s voice turned somber.
Now that I think about it, this Dragon Tiger Gold Pellet owes some thanks to him.
What if, thousands of years later, not only did it develop consciousness but was also used by the opponent against himself?
Fate is truly…
Boom—
A hammer smashed down, rapidly enlarging at his chest.
This hammer, like a meteor crashing down, heavy, pressing down as if a divine mountain were coming.
“Pu—”
bl**d sprayed out.
Young Han Zhen’s existence was ethereal, as if life were a bl**d pool, yet being struck by this hammer felt like all his insides were rearranged.
“Take it easy.”
“Dizziness is normal.”
The hammer fell.
Han Zhen completely lost his bearings.
His head was blasted open.
“You… are good.”
Han Zhen’s head broke through the bl**d pool again, his gaze icy, instilling fear.
But he didn’t finish his sentence.
Bang—
Again, he was smashed.
When it came to realms, he was in the Observation Realm, while Li Mo was in the Internal Breathing Realm.
Yet, with Li Mo wielding Little Bao and the hammer techniques, he could only be obliterated in seconds.
So…
“Li Mo!”
Bang—
“Okay, okay, okay…”
Bang—
“Can I finish saying my part…”
Bang—
It’s like playing whack-a-mole.
Young Han Zhen was furious.
In mid-air, he once again coalesced his form, intent to k*ll filling the air as the broken Bronze Divine Tree swayed wildly behind him.
This was an incomplete divine form.
But at this moment, countless dark lines intertwined, evolving in the void, helping Han Zhen’s form grow until he became a towering bl**d giant, standing tens of meters tall.
“Ants!”
A colossal bl**d palm descended.
“Now you won’t be able to hide from me.”
Li Mo’s smile vanished.
He sensed, behind him, that Ying Bing was fine. With a long sigh of relief, he activated the Dragon Tiger aura to its peak.
He swung the hammer again; a torrent of karma erupted.
Bang—
The sound was deafening.
The palace ultimately couldn’t withstand such a tremor, collapsing dramatically.
At this time,
A figure shot down like a meteor, bringing a powerful aura with it.
Yin Huaxuan.
He had two options.
One, to help Young Han Zhen, or two, to help Middle-aged Han Zhen.
But seeing the hammer in Li Mo’s hand, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes! His killing intent unmistakable!
“First, take down Ying Bing!”
Both Han Zhens spoke in unison.
“Understood.”
Yin Huaxuan’s expression shifted, rushing into the battlefield.
Roar—
His body twisted, transforming into a half-human, half-dragon form, descending through the air.
The powerful warriors of the Internal Landscape joined the fray.
The balance of battle seemed ready to tip.
