Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

"Such shameless boasting. I’d like to see just how you plan to break my Silver Qilin Treasure Body!"

Zhao Qiankun’s face was a mask of indifference and disdain.

He abruptly spread his arms, and a silver light pulsed around him, making him resemble a Silver Light Divine Ape. A surging wave of True Essence Power erupted from his body, forming two silver iron palms that shot toward Jiang Chen.

These two silver iron palms were covered in arcs of silver lightning, and the SIZZLING sound of the current was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.

A glint flashed in Jiang Chen’s eyes. He pushed off the void and shot forward.

His speed was astonishing!

"Fierce Tiger Shocks the Sky!"

With a single movement, Jiang Chen unleashed a powerful punch.

He had already mastered the First Technique of the Eight Celestial Dragon Divine Fist, reaching the Realm of Perfection. His movements were as smooth as flowing water and drifting clouds, completely fluid.

A Shaking Power gathered from his heels and spread throughout his body. Every part of him, every muscle, began to vibrate. This Shaking Power was like a rampaging, immensely strong beast, charging forward to kill, and it directly repelled the arcs of silver lightning.

The silver lightning couldn’t get near him at all!

An Earth-Tier Martial Skill possessed unparalleled power.

Jiang Chen’s punch was unstoppable, forging ahead with indomitable momentum.

BOOM—

The silver iron palm and the fist pulsing with golden light collided in mid-air.

Between the fist and palm, the gold and silver lights were like two Blazing Suns smashing into each other, erupting in torrents of scorching energy. A dazzling brilliance filled the air.

Ripples of gold and silver energy transformed into one halo after another, spreading out in all directions.

They stirred up storms of True Essence.

"Die!" Zhao Qiankun roared. The force of his palm was like a dragon, and mixed with his silver True Essence, it crashed toward Jiang Chen like a tidal wave against the shore.

Jiang Chen’s gaze was icy as he punched through the air.

Fists and palms collided again and again. Zhao Qiankun’s Silver Qilin Treasure Body was indestructible and possessed immense strength. Each impact made Jiang Chen’s fist go numb, and a purplish-blue bruise appeared on his entire arm.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Every collision produced a thunderous roar.

From the look of the battle, Jiang Chen was being beaten back step by step, completely suppressed!

However...

The smile on Jiang Chen’s face only grew wider, and the light in his eyes shone as brightly as a Blazing Sun. With every exchange, though it seemed he was being utterly suppressed, the Shaking Power carried by his attacks seeped into Zhao Qiankun’s body with each collision.

Although the defense of Zhao Qiankun’s Silver Qilin Treasure Body was terrifyingly strong, weakening most of the impact...

...a portion of the force still managed to penetrate into Zhao Qiankun’s body.

It was all adding up.

Fine cracks had already started to appear on the bones in Zhao Qiankun’s arm.

BANG!

A cloud of black smoke rose into the air. Jiang Chen and Zhao Qiankun were both thrown back, stopping a hundred meters apart, hovering in the sky.

Jiang Chen violently shook his arm. Several cuts had burst open on his fist, and blood was streaming from them. But his eyes were filled with excitement and a soaring will to fight. He grinned. "Zhao Qiankun, your Silver Qilin Treasure Body isn’t all that impressive after all!"

A hundred meters away.

Zhao Qiankun’s pupils contracted violently. His right hand, hidden behind his back, was trembling uncontrollably.

If one could see through his silver metallic exterior right now, they would clearly see his right arm bone covered in a web of fine fractures. Just a little more force would cause the bones in his entire arm to shatter completely.

Zhao Qiankun’s eyes were filled with rage, malice, and intense shock. ’How is this possible? I’ve cultivated the Silver Qilin Body Refining Technique to the Perfection Realm! My body is as hard as Mithril; even a True Martial Realm Sixth Stage master couldn’t break my defense. What kind of technique did Jiang Chen use to nearly shatter the bones in my right arm? If an attack like that were to land on my torso, my internal organs...’

If even his hard bones were almost pulverized, what would happen if his fragile organs were hit by Jiang Chen? Wouldn’t his guts be torn apart, killing him instantly?

At this thought...

Zhao Qiankun’s face paled slightly. His gaze toward Jiang Chen was filled with icy killing intent. ’I absolutely cannot let him get close!’

HUM!

With a flick of his arm, Zhao Qiankun took the giant hammer from his back. The hammer radiated the faint light of a Profound Weapon, and the Inscriptions etched upon it flickered with a menacing, cold glint. An immense sense of weight emanated from the hammer, as if he were holding not a weapon, but an entire mountain.

THUD—

Zhao Qiankun slammed the hammer onto the ground, and the entire area seemed to tremble. He looked at Jiang Chen. "I never thought a mere ant like you could grow this strong in just a dozen days or so. I feel a great threat from you. If I let you continue to grow, I’m afraid you might actually surpass me. But what a pity. You’ve run out of chances. Today, this place will be your grave!"

"Tyrant Step!"

Zhao Qiankun hefted his great hammer and used Tyrant Step, taking great strides as he charged toward Jiang Chen like a peerless overlord.

He swung the hammer in his hands, and it let out a series of deep, RUMBLING roars.

Each swing held enough power to level a small hill.

"Jiang Chen, be careful! The hammer in Zhao Qiankun’s hand is an Advanced Profound Tier Profound Weapon, the Tyrant Hammer! Don’t try to block it head-on!" Yulan Tianpeng’s expression changed drastically as he shouted the warning.

Si Xiaosheng flicked his wrist, tossing the longsword in his hand to Jiang Chen. "Jiang Chen, catch!"

It was a Profound Tier Middle Level Profound Weapon, the Profound Ice Sword!

Jiang Chen’s figure flashed, and he caught it. A chill spread from the hilt as he grasped the longsword; it felt much better in his hand than the Cyan Blade Sword.

Jiang Chen nodded at Si Xiaosheng and Yulan Tianpeng. He raised a sharp eyebrow, his piercing gaze sweeping over Zhao Qiankun. "Even your greatest reliance, the Silver Qilin Treasure Body, couldn’t stop me. Now, let’s see what other tricks you have to prevent me from cutting you down! Wind Fluctuation..."

Surging True Essence flooded into the Profound Ice Sword.

This mighty power activated the Profound Ice Sword’s Profound Weapon Inscriptions. The Sword Qi was shrouded in a layer of frost, unleashing ring after ring of Sword Qi Storms, layered one on top of the other, cascading outwards like the fluctuation of the wind.

CRACKLE—

Under the stimulation of the Profound Ice Sword’s ice Inscriptions, the Sword Qi Storm was coated in a layer of white frost. A blizzard of Sword Qi blotted out the sky.

A layer of white frost condensed on the Tyrant Hammer.

Zhao Qiankun’s face fell. "Tyrant’s Might!" With a roar, his whole body trembled. The immense power in his swing caused the Tyrant Hammer to vibrate violently, shattering the frost.

The furiously approaching hammer came straight for Jiang Chen.

Just as the hammer was about to smash into Jiang Chen, at that critical moment, a brilliant, two-toned light of cyan and gold suddenly shot out from Jiang Chen’s deep, star-like eyes. The two beams of light moved with incredible speed, coalescing into an invisible Divine Thought Shock that formed a Divine Thought Blade.

SWISH—

The Divine Thought Blade ignored the descending hammer, pierced through the Silver Qilin Treasure Body, and bored directly into Zhao Qiankun’s mind.

"Ngh?!"

Zhao Qiankun’s entire body shuddered violently, his movements freezing. He felt as if his head had exploded, leaving him stunned and motionless, as if he’d been hit by an Immobilization Spell.

Jiang Chen’s figure flashed, dodging the ferocious hammer blow. He abruptly changed direction and charged back in. The Profound Ice Sword in his hand condensed an incomparably sharp point of Sword Aura with a golden tail of light, and he slashed it toward Zhao Qiankun’s chest.

In the space between one thought and the next, between life and death.

The vacant look in Zhao Qiankun’s eyes suddenly vanished, and clarity returned just in time for him to see a golden Sword Aura cleaving through the air. The hair on Zhao Qiankun’s body stood on end. He instinctively dodged to the side, and the golden sword light grazed past his chest. But it continued along his right shoulder, slicing his entire right arm clean off!

The arm tumbled through the air as blood rained down like a torrential downpour.

The once-arrogant Zhao Qiankun had actually been... by Jiang Chen...

His arm severed by a single slash!