My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 1388 - 502: Crushing Defeat
Chen Sansi neither dodged nor avoided, instead rushing head-on into the sword rain filling the sky. The long spear spun like a divine dragon howling, with the Taia whirling openly around him; wherever he passed, the sword rain automatically split and formed a path as if sliced open like bamboo.
Situ Ting's expression grew increasingly sullen.
This person wasn't just strange in martial arts, despite being at the early stage of Divinity Transformation, his mana was in no way weaker than his own. He couldn't suppress his opponent, and with Chen Sansi getting closer, he resolutely activated his original essence blood.
A crimson hue appeared in the middle of his forehead, like a third eye opening, with strands of original essence blood flowing out, transforming into a blood rain that scattered among the flying swords across the sky.
Instantly.
The divine thunder entwined on the flying swords changed from azure blue to dark red, the evil qi overwhelming, power greatly increased.
Yet even so, it only caused Chen Sansi to stop advancing, unable to force him to retreat.
Situ Ting's eyes nearly split in rage; he heavily clapped his hands together to form seals.
Above the skies, the densely packed flying swords no longer advanced but began to spin and intertwine, tens of thousands of flying swords merging into a giant sword thousands of meters long, drawing and absorbing all the thunder from the nine heavens, then with earth-shattering power, ruthlessly slashing forward.
Fatian Xiangdi!
Chen Sansi's form suddenly soared, and the Longdan Bright Silver Spear also grew enormous like a heavenly pillar, rolling flames spread from him as the center, turning all visible land into ashes.
He swung the long spear tearing through space, the gun blade precisely collided with the giant sword's edge.
"Boom——"
A tremendous blast.
Overpowering the thunder of the ninth heaven.
Nearby cultivators on the battlefield, under the aftermath's coverage, immediately turned to dust, souls scattering.
The thick earth cracked inch by inch, mountain peaks collapsed one after another.
The sight was like a mortal purgatory!
"Ah——"
Situ Ting roared furiously, blood-red thunder surged continuously from his seven orifices, his robes danced wildly, his hair stood on end, more original essence blood empowered the giant sword.
Finally.
Chen Sansi's massive form couldn't sustain it and began to gradually retreat.
Situ Ting exerted all his strength, each word he uttered rang like a mighty bell: "Chen Lei, go to hell for me——"
"Crack!"
Under the endless thunder's entwining, the eye couldn't see the giant sword's outline, only a crimson thunder storm swallowing a great magic image.
But...
Then suddenly.
Behind Chen Sansi's magic image, another enormous phantom emerged.
This phantom was even more colossal, holding the Taia Sword, slowly swinging a sword forward.
This sword.
Contained no mana fluctuations.
Raised no sign of anomaly.
Even the air had no ripple.
It seemed just like a Mirror Flower Water Moon illusion.
Yet as the sword's edge was about to fall, Situ Ting felt a shiver of dread.
This is...
Primordial Spirit!
A divine skill directly slaying the primordial spirit!
Divine Light Manifestation!
Situ Ting was horrified, hurriedly threw out numerous talismans and defensive ancient treasures, forming layers of barriers in front of him, enveloping himself impregnable.
However...
A bizarre scene occurred.
These methods, each strong enough to withstand full-strength attacks from a middle-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator, seemed nonexistent as the Taia Sword swung through them effortlessly.
Ignoring defenses!
Situ Ting had to eject his primordial spirit, grabbing the thunder from the sky as a spear to block the fatal strike.
But after the primordial spirit emerged, the mana of the flesh weakened significantly, and the power of the giant sword began to fade, ultimately suppressed by the Longdan Bright Silver Spear, then heavily knocked away.
Situ Ting hastily split a wisp of primordial spirit back into his body, regaining control of the erratic giant sword, once more slashing it towards the Heavenly Martial Dharma.
Yet even so, the combat power of the flesh greatly decreased, unable to compete with the Heavenly Martial, switching from active offense to passive defense.
Not only that, his primordial spirit was thoroughly suppressed.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The Taia Sword, engulfed in Chaos True Fire, struck down one blade after another.
Situ Ting's primordial spirit, despite fending off the attacks, felt the burning pain; his entire primordial spirit seemed like a candle being consumed.
"Shibo!"
Near by, Chong Xu, Chong Yuan, and others from Kunxu witnessed this scene, wanting to assist, but they couldn't even get close.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Situ Ting began retreating step by step.
Focusing energy on the primordial spirit leaves the flesh in great disadvantage; focusing on the flesh makes the primordial spirit face the risk of annihilation.
Patching one flaw while exposing another, the battle grew increasingly arduous.
In contrast, the Heavenly Martial not only used Fatian Xiangdi, but also allowed the primordial spirit to emerge, not hindered but complemented, becoming more courageous as the fight continued.
As Situ Ting retreated to the edge of the battlefield.
The enormous phantom suddenly fused with Fatian Xiangdi, its body rapidly shrinking, restoring to a normal human race form, but the Longdan Bright Silver Spear and Taia Sword's latent power became even more vast and boundless.
Chen Sansi's neck veins pulsed, the Candle Dragon mark on his forehead shined like a luminous sun, True Yuan essence burned crazily, transforming into mana passed to his arms, converging onto the Longdan Bright Silver Spear.
