“Is that Little Li?”
“Yep, that’s him!”
“Isn’t he supposed to be a sword expert?”
“But… he’s clearly only in the Internal Breathing Realm! Why does he feel so strong?”
“That battle spirit must be some sort of powerful secret technique, but relying solely on that, it’d be tough to match the Observation Realm.”
…..
The crowd below squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the spectacle above.
They were all a bit dazed.
The sword-wielding Li Mo suddenly pulled out a hammer and declared he was going to smash the Observation Realm and something comparable to it.
Internal Breathing against the Observation Realm?
Even the most daring author wouldn’t write it that way.
But, you know, these things have happened—under extremely special circumstances where everything aligned perfectly.
They didn’t know what kind of situation Li Mo was in now.
And he wasn’t just facing one Observation Realm expert.
“When it’s necessary, there’s no need to hold back.”
“Quick battle, quick resolution.”
Han Zhen spat those words out slowly.
This so-called bl**d Phoenix Secret Realm was a remnant of a cave paradise within the remains of his Grand Master’s bones.
After the master perished, thousands of years have eroded it. It was no longer the stronghold it once was; it was barely holding together thanks to the bl**d Phoenix Essence, just enough for the Observation Realm to enter.
Now, this cave paradise was likely not going to hold.
Once this cave shatters, the powerful beings outside would definitely notice.
Yin Huaxuan nodded in agreement.
The overwhelming atmosphere felt more real, as if an ancient dragon beast was awakening, its murderous intent shaking the heavens.
Ying Bing’s fiery phoenix feathers reappeared as she brandished Tian Shuang:
“Leave Yin Huaxuan to me…”
“No need for that.”
Li Mo exhaled a puff of white mist, his battle spirit surging, making his voice slightly muffled:
“You focus entirely on refining the bl**d Phoenix Essence.”
“You won’t be disturbed for a quarter of an hour.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps halting behind him.
No need to think to know who it was.
Those ice-mirror-like eyes were focused on his back, their expression unclear, perhaps with a touch of silence?
But that silence was just for an instant as the waves of refining the bl**d Phoenix Essence coursed through.
“Getting to show off in front of others feels pretty nice.”
Little Li thought to himself, gripping the Cosmic Cataclysm Hammer, murmuring.
He couldn’t help but sigh inside:
“Why does it have to be a hammer…”
Booming—
A figure shot up first, not Yin Huaxuan, but Han Zhen, whose eyes looked like they were about to pop out bl**d, completely going wild.
The bl**d Phoenix Essence was his foundation, his source of courage.
Without this foundation, he’d have no chance of starting over.
If he died again, it would truly be the end—no coming back.
“d*e!”
This word seemed to manifest into a solid form.
The inscriptions on the Grand Master’s remains shone brightly, bursting forth with an aura that drained the life from Han Zhen’s visible flesh.
Turning him into an old man, his aura grew even more terrifying, and with a punch thrown, the intent of d*ath approached before the fist even arrived.
“You should have been buried long ago.”
Li Mo charged in with his hammer.
In an instant, the battle was fierce, and the powerful forces shook the bronze palace, each fighter refusing to back down.
After a few exchanges, Little Li noticed his opponent was pretty hard to deal with.
Way too tough.
The bones from the Grand Master’s realm, can’t even crush divine weapons?
But, it might also be that his own strength wasn’t enough.
Moreover, the other party was also incredibly powerful, with a body that radiated pure strength, accompanied by a quagmire-like distorting force.
A swing of his hammer felt like hitting down on cotton.
The bl**d-soaked battle spirit allowed him a momentary glimpse into the Observation realm, creating a ghostly battle spirit figure that briefly put him in the Observation Realm.
But that only lasted for a quarter of an hour.
He still couldn’t maintain the world’s power in the Observation Realm for long.
Even if the battle spirit could last longer, he wouldn’t be able to use divine weapons.
If only he could use the Seven Heavenly Symbols… and add in some hellfire…
He smashed a hammer that pushed Han Zhen back and pointed at the observing Yin Huaxuan:
“What the heck are you looking at?!”
“Come down and face me one-on-one! I’m challenging both of you!”
Yin Huaxuan: “?”
He let out a cold snort; the disciples taught by Shang Wu were just like her.
Being challenged by a younger person like this, even with his composure, he couldn’t hold back his irritation.
Roar—
The dragon beast coiled, shadows of beasts pressed down like dark clouds, rolling past with incredible force.
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“But what about Little Ke?”
“Isn’t this supposed to be a two-on-two?”
Tang Xiaobao danced lightly on his burning Hellfire Lotus.
“….. Now’s not the time to get caught up in details, Senior Brother Xiaobao.”
Ke Mo’s mouth twitched:
“We’re getting serious now.”
“Alright!”
As soon as Tang Xiaobao finished speaking, the Eight Trigrams Dragon Tiger Gold Spinner whirled to life, a mighty influx of dragon and tiger energy swirling up as if it truly had a roar that could shake the heavens.
At this moment.
Ke Mo was like a divine iron; every move stirred the storm.
“Seal the mountains!”
Little Ke didn’t even know why he shouted.
Maybe he thought it sounded more imposing.
With that hammer strike, it did, in fact, carry a force that hinted at collapsing lands, making the whole secret realm shake violently.
Boom —
The substantial dragon beast’s shadow was suppressed by this overwhelming force.
“Calm the storm!”
With that hammer, powered by tremendous weight, Han Zhen was pressed down, unable to move for a short time.
Rip—
Extremes of wind and thunder erupted, suddenly darkening the space.
Ke Mo’s hair stood on end, bathing in the presence of thunder.
The Cosmic Cataclysm Hammer crackled with rotating thunderfire.
Doom—
This strike of thunder dispatched Han Zhen completely.
The Seven Heavenly Symbols continued in rapid succession, hammering away.
In a moment, they had pushed both Han Zhen and Yin Huaxuan to the point where they couldn’t lift their heads.
This place had become discolored, teetering on the edge of collapse, as if the world itself was about to turn upside down, with the sounds echoing like a heaven’s punishment from this secret realm.
…..
The crowd below trembled, feeling their heads go numb.
This was terrifying.
So, does power at a certain level really create a vortex?
Tie Qi: “…….. So, Ouyang, why the heck does Little Ke want to practice swordplay?”
“Gulp… how should I know that?”
Ouyang, who was busy drawing, cautiously looked up.
Then he carefully sketched that shadow onto the paper.
It captured the remnants of a palace in ruins.
Ying Bing knew that at this moment, she shouldn’t be distracted.
But she still couldn’t help but peek.
“Seal the world!”
This was the final hammer of the Seven Heavenly Symbols.
Used alone, its power wasn’t particularly strong.
As a finishing blow, it needed the previous six strikes to lay the groundwork, to elevate this last hit’s destruction to its utmost.
Ke Mo’s hair crown had already shattered.
He stood amidst the world, hair whipping wildly.
Buzz—
The Cosmic Cataclysm Hammer was finally ignited by the Hellfire.
Hellfire punishment, the world turned upside down.
“Dodge!”
Han Zhen and Yin Huaxuan knew.
This strike couldn’t be taken head-on.
They used every trick to evade.
But then they were surprised to find that this ace in the hole was surprisingly easy to dodge.
The crowd: “??”
They felt like they were suffocating.
After brewing this hit for so long, it missed?
“It’s over.”
“He planned it this way from the beginning…”
Ying Bing let out a small sigh of relief.
Crack—
A hammer fell.
The dark night sky echoed with sounds of being overwhelmed, and then countless fine cracks rapidly spread out.
A piece shattered.
The sunlight from outside poured in, breaking through countless shadows.
Ying Bing lifted her head, her flickering eyes reflected the soft glow of someone’s shadow.
The young man within the world.
Bathed in heavenly light.
