### Chapter 429: The War of Gods, Part Two
The sturdy Spiritual Spike smashed through the opponent’s Sea of Consciousness with a vengeance. At the same time, Yun Zhonghe felt a chill enveloping him, swept away by a tidal wave, bl**d gushing from his body like a broken fountain.
His chest wounds burst wide open.
The power of six thousand waves was not something Yun Zhonghe could deflect with just his sword.
Li Yifeng wasn’t looking too hot either; bl**d poured from his nose and ears, and crimson streaks started creeping into the corners of his eyes.
Yun Zhonghe launched a barrage of Spiritual Spikes at Li Yifeng, firing off ninety Spiritual Pearls without pause.
Any Cultivator at the Initial Understanding stage would have long turned into a colander under such relentless assault; even if they survived, their Spiritual Energy would be so shattered they’d qualify for a “White-Space Cadet.”
But Li Yifeng was still as vigorous as ever—though his Spiritual Energy wasn’t flowing quite as smoothly and his protective energy flickered in and out, every time he swung that hefty Heavy Sword, he was a sight to behold, striking terror in hearts everywhere.
Clearly, he had some Magical Treasure that kept his Sea of Consciousness from shattering.
Of course, having lingered in the secret realm for quite some time, Li Yifeng wouldn’t just sit there like a fool waiting for Yun Zhonghe’s Spiritual Spikes. He must have made some preparations to counter them.
Even so, that Magical Treasure only ensured his Sea of Consciousness wouldn’t collapse; the damage was still very real.
Every time a Spiritual Spike pierced through, it left an indelible scar in his mind, and Li Yifeng was relying purely on his unyielding willpower to keep it together—he didn’t have a single defense mechanism!
However, as long as the intensity of Yun Zhonghe’s Spiritual Spikes didn’t exceed his limits, he wouldn’t go down.
Thus, he relentlessly pushed Yun Zhonghe to release his Spiritual Spikes sooner, trying to disrupt the rhythm of the attack and prevent him from gathering more strength for a beefed-up strike.
It was a race; would Yun Zhonghe’s body collapse first or would Li Yifeng’s spirit shatter under endless agony?
“Buddy, don’t overdo it! Keep this up, and you might hurt your foundation and leave permanent damage!”
At this moment, the voice of the elder Xing Bu echoed in his mind.
“Wish for it! With the current situation, if you just wish, you could eliminate him in an instant!”
And since it was a sudden boost, no one outside would notice.
But Yun Zhonghe paid him no mind. He chose to refuse; he wanted to push his limits.
Inside the Secret Realm, the tremors grew fiercer, as if even space couldn’t handle the intensity of their clash.
Li Yifeng was pouring bl**d like a broken fire hydrant, his face as pale as a ghost. His Sea of Consciousness took a beating, but thankfully, a pearl floating inside was emitting light to forcibly protect his faltering mind, keeping him somewhat conscious.
He was a genius prodigy!
The strongest heir of the Li family in this generation!
Today, he was going toe-to-toe with a guy who just entered the Golden Core stage, and here he was, potentially capsizing!
But, hey, he was having a blast—man, it had been ages since he felt this exhilarated!
“Come! Bring it on!”
Maybe it was because his brain had been rattled or his fighting spirit was too fiery, but Li Yifeng seemed to lose some reason.
“Seven Thousand Waves!”
The wave intensity surged again. As he swung the Haotian Heavy Sword, the tidal energy of the Thousand Waves Sword Technique expanded to a whopping fifty-meter range—now that’s what you call mid-short range sword attack!
Seven thousand waves surged like a tsunami; if Yun Zhonghe dared to counter with just his sword, he’d be signing his own exit ticket!
Faced with this mind-shattering wave force, Yun Zhonghe’s eyes bulged open, his Spiritual Pearls screaming like they were on a roller coaster.
In an instant, four Spiritual Golden Swords appeared around him. Yun Zhonghe roared, and together, the four swords blocked the impending onslaught while unleashing the Eight Directions and Six Harmonies Sword Technique!
A skill within a skill!
The four Spiritual Golden Swords combined to create an arena thick with a murderous intent.
Within that arena, Sword Qi crisscrossed like a game of chopsticks on steroids, the atmosphere buzzing with lethal energy, practically tearing space apart!
The clash of wave fields and the murderous domain sent the audience into a frenzy, gasping and cheering in disbelief.
Dude! Yun Zhonghe still had tricks up his sleeve!
What a terrifying guy—he was suffocating!
Boom! Boom!
A series of earth-shaking roars!
The entire Secret Realm quaked even more violently.
Sword Qi rained down, explosions crackling everywhere.
The murderous domain created by the four Spiritual Golden Swords held back the all-consuming seven thousand waves.
But even so, some sharp Sword Qi sliced through the defenses of the k*ll zone, striking Yun Zhonghe’s body.
Though weakened from the battle, those remnants still packed a punch, causing him intense pain as if his bones were breaking.
“Eight Thousand Waves! Nine Thousand Waves! Just how long can you hold out!”
Li Yifeng growled, no longer closing in, firmly standing at the heart of the wave as if he was the master of the tsunami, each swing of his Heavy Sword gathering monstrous energy, as if attempting to seize control of the entire universe.
It was like he was summoning a tidal wave a thousand feet high!
Nine thousand waves—the pinnacle of the Thousand Waves Sword Technique.
Within that vast expanse of waves, Yun Zhonghe looked like a tiny boat bobbing on the ocean.
“Double it!”
Yun Zhonghe gritted his teeth, again rallying four Spiritual Golden Swords to echo the previous four. The eight swords instantly melded into a colossal, even more terrifying murderous domain, bracing to withstand Li Yifeng’s tsunami!
Now, Yun Zhonghe could handle eight Spiritual Golden Swords without breaking a sweat!
Sword Qi exploded everywhere; each streak could tear through space, and the entire Secret Realm began to fracture under the weight of this power.
In the spectator area, silence reigned. Not a soul dared to utter a sound, even gasps had been silenced by this force, only eyes widened in utter absorption, fixated on every detail of the battlefield.
Nine thousand layers of the Thousand Waves Sword Technique, an Eight-Sword Sword Array of Spiritual Golden Swords.
Both these prodigies were pushed to their limits.
At this moment, any expression of awe seemed laughably futile, even a waste; seizing every detail to learn something, anything was what the representatives of the five continents truly desired.
This battle was beyond their level; they were merely spectators gazing up in amazement.
…
Yun Zhonghe was badly injured.
His waist, chest, and legs were all in severe pain. During their clash, the residual Sword Qi hitting him felt like a blade slicing through flesh, leaving gruesome marks all over.
He was simply too fragile.
If it was just flesh wounds, that would be all right. The problem was, Li Yifeng’s onslaught, like a tempest, had actually triggered a long-dormant threat deep within Yun Zhonghe’s body.
The remnants of the Extreme Cold’s lingering energy!
Due to borrowing power from Mu Jixue multiple times, the hidden troubles inside Yun Zhonghe had piled up over time. Now, with it out of control, it was rampaging through his organs, and a portion was even trying to invade his Sea of Consciousness.
