Asura Mad Emperor-Chapter 503: Fierce Battle

Within the heaven and earth, Dao magic surged tumultuously, divine light continuously burst forth in all directions, radiating blinding brilliance.

Countless Lei Mang of the Nine Heavens could be seen probing out from the void, with an unrivaled momentum, shattering the vast sky while both sides' divine skills were constantly being activated.

Mo Wentian hailed from the mysterious Immortal Burial Site and possessed an Undying body. Although his realm was currently suppressed in the late stages of the Dao Palace Realm, each of his moves had the power to turn the heavens and the earth upside down, and with every gesture, the vault of heaven would collapse, pressing down the azure sky, as Dao Magic transformed into wind and cloud, everything within, disturbing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, slashing towards Qinchuan's head.

Qinchuan's eyes were like lightning, his arms translucent and shining, with countless strands of golden divine light howling from around his body.

Around him emerged sharp, crisp sounds of Spear Energy, releasing the terrifying power of Dao Laws, annihilating the sky full of Thunder Blades!

Qinchuan and Mo Wentian, one enshrouded in black and the other in gold, fogged mists engaged in relentless battle attacks, beneath this domain of heaven and earth, clouds covered the sky, and darkness enveloped the land.

The two fought from the ground to the horizon, ascending along the Divine Wood, this battle lasted a full day.

Finally, after a "bang," the two separated again, both floating in the void, their robes fluttering noisily.

"Very good, very good! This young master has been born for eighty thousand years, and rarely has an opponent of the same realm managed to withstand me for so long, you are one!" Mo Wentian gently shook his feather fan, speaking indifferently, with a proud demeanor as if he were in complete control of the situation.

"Oh? Is that so?" Qinchuan did not even blink an eyebrow, merely smiled slightly, and responded indifferently, "Pity is, you are nothing in this young master's eyes! Even after cultivating for eighty thousand years, you are nothing but an ant!"

"Hmph, how arrogant. You've lived a few years in vain, yet dare to speak such big words!"

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, his body flashed with dazzling brilliance, glowing all over, with Great Dao Laws condensing in his hand: "Then try this move!"

Mo Wentian trembled all over, his robe fluttering, fog steaming up around him, as if his entire being was about to ignite.

"Roar——"

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A golden Divine Dragon took form and flew out from his palms, emitting a terrifying roar.

This was different from the common divine skill formed dragons, the Dragon Clan is divided into Earth Dragons, True Dragons, Ying Dragons, and above them are the Primordial Exotic Dragons, Ancient Divine Dragons, and the legendary Primordial Ancestral Dragons.

An ordinary divine skill capable of forming a Ying Dragon is already an extraordinary achievement, enough to look down upon the cultivation world.

But the Divine Dragon in his hands, with five golden claws emerging from its abdomen, was indeed an Ancient Divine Dragon.

This golden Divine Dragon grew longer and larger, eventually becoming three thousand zhang in length, shuttling through the void, undulating among the clouds, lifelike, with a heaven-devouring majesty, truly as if the Dragon Clan of ancient times had descended.

The terrifying pressure released was soul-shattering, causing the spectating crowd at a distance to shudder in fear.

"What kind of divine skill is this, capable of summoning an Ancient Divine Dragon?"

All cultivators looked at each other in shock and horror.

"Am I dreaming? With five golden claws underneath, it is indeed an Ancient Divine Dragon!"

A cultivator slapped himself hard, at last confirming that this was not an Illusion Realm, but reality!

The two foggy mists of black and gold that were still battling at a distance were also startled by the aura of this vibrant Ancient Divine Dragon. After a moment of hesitation, they both retreated and watched the intense battle between Qinchuan and his opponent from afar.

"Roar"—the transformed Ancient Divine Dragon let out a booming roar, its presence rainbow-like, densely covered in Dharma Patterns, with wind, thunder, water, and fire flashing in its palms, attacking Qinchuan like an ancient deity.

Qinchuan's eyes sparkled brilliantly, as if the sun and moon were rotating within, staring intently at the Dao Magic condensed, illusionary Divine Dragon, which was almost comparable to the real thing.

"Hmph, this young master will test the might of your divine skill!"

Qinchuan coldly snorted, then his hands moved through the Spell, and the Heaven-Earth Dharma Aspect appeared aggressively, a colossal Dharma Aspect emerged behind Qinchuan, three thousand zhang tall, level with the Divine Dragon, flashing with golden light in its palm, thundering towards the Divine Dragon.

In the sky.

The rosy light was resplendent, Dharma Aspect and the golden Divine Dragon were continuously burning, transforming into the most primitive source power, unremittingly charging towards each other.

"Dragon Control Decision!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with surprise as he cried out, "You actually know the Dragon Control Decision rumored in legends!" He discovered that the spell used to condense this technique was indeed the fabled Dragon Control Decision, which had a strong suppressive effect on his Divine Dragon.

"This Divine Skill has long been lost, how are you able to use it?"

"Hmph, what this young master knows is far from limited to this!" Qinchuan stood proudly, his hair dancing in the wind, and spoke coldly.

Qinchuan finished speaking, and with a movement of his form he pushed his movement technique to the extreme, terrifying power gathering in his fists as he struck towards Mo Wentian's chest.

At this moment, he summoned all the power of his Asura Divine Body and the remnants of his Innate Body, attacking madly.

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom"

The Dharma Aspect and the Divine Dragon clashed in the void, and the Physical Bodies of both parties were also engaged in the most primal combat.

The Power of Laws was bursting in the void incessantly, Great Dao burning, and in that instant, the whole world became akin to an ancient battlefield, with stones shattering and the ground splitting.

"What terrifying Physical Power!"

"Such pure power, perhaps even a Cultivator of the Life Spring Realm couldn't withstand it!"

At a distance, a Cultivator alarmingly and thrillingly said as he watched the extreme clash of their Physical Power.

"Life Spring Realm Cultivator? Are you joking? Such terrifying power would blast even a Myriad Manifestation Cultivator into fragments!" another Cultivator exclaimed.

"Are these two guys even human?"

Even the Jin Ling Saintess and her companion had, at this moment, forgotten their horror and were staring blankly at the two combatants.

"Worthy of being an elder who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years! Facing Mo Wentian, he didn't fall behind at all."

"Unfortunately, Qinchuan is facing Mo Wentian!" Yin Yuexuan said, filled with regret.

"Indeed, even if Qinchuan doesn't fall behind and even manages to kill Mo Wentian this time, with Mo Wentian's Undying Immortal nature, he would inevitably come back."

By now, with such a great battle having taken place between the two, they no longer had the power to stop it, and could only watch from a distance, hoping for an early closure where neither would be harmed; otherwise, they would both face dire consequences.

"Bang!"

Above the vault of the sky, accompanied by a dazzling explosion of twilight, the two once again separated, standing off in the distance, their realm filled with Great Dao, Laws, and Lei Mang.

"Hehe, Mister Qin, I admit that you are strong! But now, it's time to end this!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian's face, which had been calm, disappeared, replaced by endless indifference.

"Indeed, this farce has gone on long enough, it's time for the curtain to fall!" Qinchuan stood alone and spoke indifferently, "However, you are no match for this young master, and if you don't have any stronger tricks up your sleeve in the next move, you are doomed to defeat!"

"Hmph, smooth talker, let's see who will be the one defeated!"

Mo Wentian's gaze was sharp as electrifying blue Lei Mang flickered continuously around him. He formed a spell with a flick of his hand, and in the next moment, a Divine Sword flashing with Lei Mang appeared in his hands.

This was not an ordinary Magic Artifact, but a Spirit Sword he had condensed from his own Dao Magic and mana.