Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 492 - 432: Head-to-Head! Execution!

The Dao Marks of the Path of Strength.

The Path of Strength, recognized as the most common yet strongest of the Three Thousand Grand Paths, allows almost every practitioner specializing in physical tempering to succeed in Dao Embodiment.

And it differs from other Dao Weapon paths.

The feedback given to Dao Embodiments by the Path of Strength is unparalleled, formidable physiques.

At this moment, Zhao He has activated the five-mark Dao Body of the Path of Strength—the Myriad Beasts Golden Body!

Spitting a mouthful of blood phlegm with a loud bang, it creates a hundred-meter pit on the ground.

Zhao He wears a dark expression; even though he broke through the Primordial Sword Mang’s strangulation with the power of the Myriad Beasts Golden Body, he shows no joy.

Fighting until now, he has nearly exhausted half of his means, even utilizing the five-mark Dao Body.

But opposite him, Qi Xiu has only sent out a Dharma Spirit to contend with him, already forcing him to this extent.

"If I don’t kill you today, I’ll be too ashamed to face the Prince!"

Raising his hand to point at Qi Xiu, Zhao He’s expression is grave; his voice is like thunder, echoing across the Nine Heavens.

Upon hearing Zhao He’s resolute words, Qi Xiu looks puzzled, chuckling slightly:

"You seem to have that great illness."

Zhao He’s pupils shrink at the mocking tone, despite not understanding Qi Xiu’s meaning, he erupts in fury; a long roar tears the sky, muscles throbbing visibly, with vigor surging within.

Boom!

Zhao He’s punch seems to mobilize the forces of four extremes and eight wildernesses, the strength of mountains and rivers, causing the void to twist and collapse under the power.

His gaze shifts, the Hunyuan Sword Spirit’s fierce light intensifies, utterly fearless of this terrifying punch, gathering Infinite Sword Intent in the palm to press down boldly, like a vast azure sky crushing down.

Dong!

In a split second, the fist meets the palm!

An unprecedented massive clash like two ancient stars colliding, the void shrouded in a blur, torn open like a giant mouth, every inch of power filled with peerless strength.

Rumble——

The overwhelming residual force sweeps with world-shaking momentum in all directions thousands of miles around, shattering the snowy plains, hurling tons of earth and stones skyward, and grinding them into fine powder under ubiquitous vigor.

Even those towering ice pillars sealing magical treasures creak as if they’ll snap in half.

"Damn, so fierce?!"

Not far away, Huo Xiao and the others watching the battle quickly distance themselves to avoid unwarranted disaster.

Gazing at the battlefield thousands of miles, forming a chaotic vortex in the center.

The few quietly ponder whether they could win in this arena.

"At most, thirty percent chance."

After a long silence, Huo Xiao speaks first, rubbing his belly fat, showing his teeth.

The Nine Revolutions Sect also excels in the line of physical tempering.

While not as extreme as the Domineering Body Sect, it’s still an Ancient Sect Nobility of a major province.

And Huo Xiao himself is a seasoned True Monarch of the Dao Body, having undergone Dao Embodiment twice.

Yet, even so, facing this battle, he would only have a thirty percent chance of victory.

And that’s under the premise the main opponent doesn’t join in.

Raising his eyelids, looking at the young figure standing calmly in the sky, Huo Xiao couldn’t help but shake his head.

Indeed, the world’s heroes emerge from the youth.

Fiery qi and blood, mingled with light, spew from the seven apertures, Zhao He’s spine bends like a bow, his face serious, eyes rolling like the Blood Sea, his entire body marked with visible cracks, the originally covering Myriad Beasts tattoos fading significantly.

Opposing, the Hunyuan Sword Spirit has disappeared, replaced by a hanging, dazzling gourd above, brewing infinite killing intent.

A clash of force!

Zhao He is severely injured, the Myriad Beasts Golden Body almost torn apart by the Primordial Sword Mang, while the Hunyuan Sword Spirit is likewise scattered in Dharma Spirit form, revealing the Sword Gourd’s true body.

The stalemate lasts only a blink of an eye!

Recovering, both sides engage anew, Zhao He’s backbone raised high, like a waking True Dragon, every thread of flesh erupting with oceanic qi and blood, delivering endless strength.

Pang!

The Primordial Sword Gourd’s mouth pops open, soaring Primordial Sword Mang rises like a radiant sunrise, wanting to seize all colors between heaven and earth.

This is a renewed clash.

Fighting to madness, Zhao He roars in fury, sound waves rending layers of void, rippling with an annihilating aura, like ancient demon gods, unmatched and arrogant.

And even though the Primordial Sword Gourd’s Dharma Spirit form was scattered, upon showing its true body, it became fiercer; waves of sword mang burst swiftly like pulse beams, covering vast skies in dazzling sword light.

Like a fully activated Katyusha, intending to obliterate Zhao He under relentless sword power.

Thud, thud, thud, thud——

The vigor exploded, destroying everything in all directions.

The seemingly endless battle was reversed by a crisp crack inside Zhao He’s body.

Not good! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Dao Yuan is exhausted, unable to maintain Myriad Beasts Golden Body!

Lost in the battle, Zhao He completely forgot about the consumption of his Dao Yuan and unknowingly was no longer sufficient to maintain the Myriad Beasts Golden Body.

Standing still on the high firmament, Qi Xiu’s lips curved slightly, revealing a smile of premonition.

Bam!

Without the protection of Myriad Beasts Golden Body, Zhao He’s physical strength plummeted and could no longer easily withstand the bombardment of Primordial Sword Mang.

Only to hear him roar repeatedly, as if his mighty body forged by Divine Iron was beaten to fly flesh and blood, the fresh blood poured like a waterfall, dyeing the land red over eight hundred miles.

I couldn’t even beat a single Dharma Spirit?!

His figure couldn’t help but be blasted back, but the physical pain was far less than the shock and astonishment in Zhao He’s heart.

The bitterness of failure coupled with the shame of not completing the mission made this Zhao-named guard bestowed by Zhao Qianqiu feel as if the whole world went dark.

"The timing is about right..."

Seeing Zhao He’s defeat was determined, Qi Xiu slowly unfolded his right hand, amidst flickering Thunder Light, Thunder Pond Dao Weapon slowly emerged.

Zhao He belongs to Zhao Qianqiu, there must be a lot of useful information in his memory.

Yet just as Qi Xiu was about to refine and assimilate Zhao He.

A sudden change occurred!

Almost beaten to death by the Primordial Sword Gourd, Zhao He suddenly froze in place.

In the Ancestral Aperture of his brow, a vast Five-Colored Divine Radiance was scattering outward, instantly condensing into a large, thick, powerful hand, fiercely grabbing towards the Primordial Sword Gourd.

Hmm?

Sensing something wrong, Qi Xiu instantly appeared in front of the Primordial Sword Gourd, his five fingers spread wide, facing that large hand!

Boom!

The two palms collided fiercely!

Five colors glowed, colors surged!

One side held the Intent of Primordial Chaos stained with all the colors of All Heavens.

One side wielded the Five-Colored Divine Light ruling the world’s natural laws.

Clang——

The two palms clashed!

The world instantly exploded, all things extinguished!

Innate Primordial Breath and Five-Colored Divine Light roared furiously, trembling the heavens and earth, the extreme dazzling brilliance making people dare not look directly, only by bowing their heads could they avoid calamity.

After the light that shook Qiankun and swept across all directions gradually faded.

A seemingly ordinary yet overwhelmingly oppressive figure, as if a Five Elements Great World descending, indifferently stepped on a piece of Golden Lotus and appeared.

"Zhao Qianqiu?"

Two figures stood opposite, Qi Xiu scrutinized Zhao Qianqiu in front of him, chuckled lightly:

"Seems like you care quite a bit about this subordinate, you even hid a thought in his brow’s Ancestral Aperture to save him at a critical moment."

"The Eastern Scoundrel’s luck is still that good, as the great calamity approaches, he took in such a sect member like you.

But it’s a pity, he was too arrogant, thinking he held intelligence in his hands, allowing you to make this move, costing him his life in vain."

As he opened his mouth, he had already sentenced Qi Xiu to death, Zhao Qianqiu shook his head lightly, his eyes feigned a trace of sympathy.

Looking at Zhao Qianqiu’s pretense before him, Qi Xiu pursed his lips:

"This irritating look really proved the Sect Master was right to abandon you back then."

"Ignorant child, the Prince..." his gaze turned cold, Zhao Qianqiu just wanted to scold.

But saw Qi Xiu slightly raise his head, right hand forming a Daoist Incantation across his chest, softly chanting:

"You want to save this subordinate, Qi shall make sure you don’t get your wish."

"Do you think you can kill him in front of the Prince..."

"Order!"

"Heavenly Punishment and Execution!"

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