Su Chen swished through the ground like a shadow, his figure moving with terrifying speed. In just a few seconds, he arrived beneath Lin Yu, closing the distance in an instant.
BOOM!
The moment he entered the ten-meter radius, golden light erupted above. Without hesitation, Lin Yu had attacked with the Buddhist Vajra, the relic descending with a thunderous roar.
Above the ground, Lin Yu stood with a cold, unyielding expression. The golden Vajra trembled in his hand, its aura fierce and overwhelming.
Su Chen's eyes narrowed. Tch.
He twisted mid-air and vanished—Swish!—dodging the golden strike just before it hit.
He burst from the earth like a cannon, reappearing a hundred meters away, sword in hand, robes fluttering in the wind. His gaze locked with Lin Yu's.
The bald youth stood tall, golden Vajra crackling in his grip. His aura surged with fury.
"Hmph. Do you take me for that woman you killed in one strike?" Lin Yu sneered, stepping forward. "That pathetic sneak attack won't work again!"
He raised the Vajra and thrust it forward, Buddhist Qi surging into the relic. The golden surface shimmered, engraved runes glowing as a surge of peak Core Formation Realm power erupted into the air.
From Su Chen's perspective, this was no ordinary weapon.
Definitely a high-grade Buddhist treasure, sealed by Immortal Palace laws, just like his Immortal Rebirth Armor. But even suppressed, the Vajra still exuded an oppressive aura.
Not something I can break with brute force.
Annoying.
Then came the mantra—
"Om Vajra Krodha Hum Phat!"
The Vajra rang like a bell struck by lightning, golden flames rising around it as Lin Yu shot forward.
But the threat didn't stop there.
Su Chen's pupils contracted. Two more auras blazed from the left and right.
To his left, the chubby child roared, dragging a massive warhammer easily twice his height. Despite its absurd size, he swung it like a toy.
To his right, Jiang Chen raced forward with his dragon-scaled spear, murderous intent boiling off his body.
All three of them closed in within seconds.
Su Chen exhaled softly.
Swish.
His golden sword appeared in his hand, and in the next instant, he infused it with the immortal energy sleeping in his dantian. The blade pulsed, glowing with a radiant light.
But Su Chen wasn't done.
His foot subtly pressed into the ground, and from his soles, a wisp of Eternal Immortal Wind slid down into the earth, spreading like a snake lying in wait.
Then—
BOOM!
Su Chen vanished and charged head-on toward Lin Yu. Their weapons met with a thunderous clash.
The sword and the Vajra collided mid-air—
CRACK!
The impact exploded across the battlefield. Shockwaves tore through the air, and even the clouds above twisted under the pressure. The land beneath their feet split apart, forming deep fissures.
Lin Yu gritted his teeth, struggling against the power.
Though his Vajra matched Su Chen's sword in grade or power, his physical body wasn't even close to Su Chen's monstrous physique. He began to falter, about to be blown away—
But then, a surge of foreign Qi stabilized his footing.
His weapon spirit mast have help him.
Su Chen instantly noticed the change. His expression twisted into a sneer.
"Doesn't matter what saves you now… today, you're dying."
Just as he was about to press forward—
BOOM!
The ground behind him exploded as the chubby child and Jiang Chen lunged forward, hammer and spear raised high.
But the moment they stepped into Su Chen's trap—
WHOOOOOOM!!!
The Eternal Immortal Wind hidden beneath the surface detonated.
A violent storm of Qi burst from the ground, slamming into the two attackers. Their bodies were flung backward like ragdolls, flying nearly a kilometer before crashing into a distant cliff, coughing blood.
Su Chen didn't even glance their way.
His eyes remained locked on Lin Yu.
And in his hand, his golden sword began to hum again.
SWISSS—THUD!
Su Chen launched into the air like a comet, golden light trailing behind him. A booming shockwave rippled outward as he broke the sound barrier, forming sonic rings in the sky.
He ascended swiftly—until he reached the height of a tall peak—then abruptly halted mid-air. His golden sword vibrated in his hand, radiating a divine pressure.
With a calm, almost bored expression, he raised one hand toward Lin Yu below.
His lips moved silently at first. Then came a cold whisper that echoed across the battlefield:
"True Dragon… Dominate the World."
ROOOAAARRR!!!
The skies trembled.
A massive, golden True Dragon spiraled into existence behind Su Chen, its body formed entirely of majestic qi and ancient power. Its scales shimmered with immortal light, its eyes burning with wrath.
In the next instant, the dragon let out another earth-shaking roar and dove down—straight toward Lin Yu.
At the same time, Su Chen's sword ignited with golden brilliance. He soared downward alongside the dragon, his figure cutting through the air like a blade of divine punishment.
From below, Lin Yu's expression darkened. He let out a furious cry as golden light surged around him.
"Demonic Buddha—Twelve Arms of Judgment!"
A towering Golden Demonic Buddha erupted from his body, surrounding him entirely. The giant avatar shimmered with ferocious Buddhist power, twelve massive arms raised and pointed toward the sky, each glowing with spiritual energy.
BOOM!!!
The two titanic forces collided.
The golden dragon struck the Demonic Buddha with an explosive impact, each arm of the Buddha retaliating, hammering the dragon with strikes that bent the very air. The dragon coiled, twisted, and roared—clashing with the Buddha in a cosmic struggle.
But Su Chen didn't slow.
He cut through the battle like a divine blade, his golden sword flashing in the sun.
SLASH!
With a single swing, he landed on top of the Demonic Buddha's head—and brought his sword down in a clean, precise strike.
CRACK!
A thin fracture ran across the golden forehead. Then, with a thunderous BOOM, the entire head split apart down the middle. The colossal figure began to crumble.
Inside, Lin Yu staggered. His body shuddered violently, and he vomited a mouthful of blood—the sudden destruction of his technique triggering powerful backlash through his veins and soul.
Still trying to escape, he desperately threw his body aside.
SWISH!
He barely managed to dodge Su Chen's direct slash—but not fast enough.
His right arm—aged and infused with spiritual power—was caught at the edge of the strike.
SHHHK—BOOM!
The limb exploded into blood and torn flesh, reduced to nothing more than red mist.
Lin Yu howled in agony.
"Y-you bastard! I'll kill you!" he roared, his voice hoarse and shaking.
But his Golden Demonic Buddha had shattered completely. And Su Chen's True Dragon faded into golden qi, dispersing calmly into the sky.
Su Chen stood over him, sword in hand, unfazed. He stared at Lin Yu with a faint sneer, like someone observing a worm squirming in mud.
"This one only knows how to scream," he muttered with disdain.
Then he stepped forward, grabbed Lin Yu by the face, and effortlessly lifted him into the air. His fingers dug into Lin Yu's cheekbones, muffling the screams.
"Ahh... ahhh... Master... s-save me..." Lin Yu choked out between groans, his breath ragged, blood spilling from his lips. His voice was desperate, pathetic.
Suddenly—
Su Chen's eyes narrowed.
The space around him began to distort. The air grew hazy, and strange whispers echoed in the wind.
A faint force tried to drag him into a different realm—an illusory domain—crafted by none other than Lin Yu's weapon spirit master.
Su Chen didn't panic.
He smirked.
"You think this cheap trick will work on me? Only a fool would give his enemy a chance to trap him in an illusion."