Supreme of the Heavenly Realm-Chapter 758 - 752: Asura Purgatory Slash

"Shatter for me!"

Yuan Taiyi bellowed, the Taiji symbol behind him spun faster, and he suddenly vibrated his fists before violently pulling them apart, turning the lingering saber light into millions of pieces that burst into countless sparks, gloriously radiant.

Standing in the center of the arena, the flames on Yuan Taiyi’s body gradually extinguished, and he said word by word, "Sikong Wuji, your saber skill is indeed formidable, three moves have passed, now, take a punch from me."

Huff!

Without much buildup, Yuan Taiyi threw a punch directly at Hundred Mile Soul, the alternating black and white energies of his fist highly condensed, seemingly silent as they thundered out. Simultaneously, the Taiji symbol behind Yuan Taiyi also emitted a dazzlingly bright light.

However, the modest commotion was just an illusion on the outside. The moment Sikong Wuji raised his saber to block, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent flying thousands of meters, crashing hard against the crystal wall, his arms nearly breaking and barely able to hold onto his saber.

"Sikong Wuji has been sent flying with a punch!"

Everyone held their breath, seldom having seen Yuan Taiyi take anyone on in earnest. Now facing Sikong Wuji, Yuan Taiyi clearly used most of his strength. If he hadn’t, they believed Sikong Wuji wouldn’t have been injured so easily.

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Wuji unfolded his movement technique, circling around Yuan Taiyi, denying him a chance for a direct attack.

His saber skill took the path less traveled, one of slaughter, while Yuan Taiyi possessed the physique of the Ancient Saint Emperor, immensely domineering; clashing head-on had not been the wise choice to begin with.

Yet, Yuan Taiyi avoided nothing, like a giant brimming with strength, sweeping out punch after punch.

Within three punches, at least one would graze Sikong Wuji; within five, Sikong Wuji had to block at least one with difficulty. Soon, Sikong Wuji couldn’t hold on any longer. Whether it was speed, defense, or power, he was not as good as Yuan Taiyi and was thoroughly suppressed in all aspects.

Of course, the difference in each aspect wasn’t huge, but added up together, it became significant.

"If things continue this way, Sikong Wuji is in a bad situation."

"Yes, he’s completely suppressed. If he can’t find a way to turn the situation around, he’ll undoubtedly be defeated."

"Sikong Wuji’s most skilled at saber techniques, but Yuan Taiyi’s defense is airtight. It’s hard to find an opening; Sikong Wuji’s advantage has no scope to be exploited."

It was clear from the fight that Yuan Taiyi had an absolute advantage and was in control of the entire situation.

"If you can block this slash from me, I’ll concede."

A fierce glint flashed in Sikong Wuji’s eyes as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his aura beginning to converge as if brewing the final slash.

Even the murderous intent he emitted dissipated significantly in an instant.

As the killing intent faded, it was replaced by a powerful scent of death that converged entirely on Sikong Wuji’s saber, even staining the blade with a layer of blood.

The essence of the saber spread, and even through the crystal wall, one could feel the deathly aura, vibrating with Purgatory’s fluctuations.

Blood seeped into Sikong Wuji’s eyes, his veins bulging, clearly utilizing his trump card skill at this moment.

"How come I feel that some of the life force inside me has diminished?"

A young expert’s complexion changed as he noticed his skin turning slightly withered, evidently drained of vitality.

"What a terrifying saber technique, Sikong Wuji himself must be facing a tremendous backlash," Gu Hanxiang observed the saber gradually tainted with blood, her pupils contracting slightly. Even she felt the deadly aura, indeed a terrifying scent of death.

This slash was no trivial matter. Even she doubted she could withstand it.

"It seems I’ll have to double my cultivation efforts after returning home,"

Gu Hanxiang gripped her jade-like hand tightly. It wasn’t just Ye Xuan who had grown stronger; even Sikong Wuji had surpassed her. If she didn’t redouble her efforts, not only would she lose her second place on the Holy List, she might not even be able to maintain a spot in the top five.

"Asura Purgatory Slash!"

Sikong Wuji made his move. Behind him, a shadow of an Asura emerged, towering a hundred zhang tall with a saber to match its height. He swung his saber, and blood-red light filled the entire competition stage, instantly engulfing Yuan Taiyi.

"Taiyi’s Return to the Void!"

Yuan Taiyi took two steps back and pushed both hands forward. The Taiji symbol on his body flew out as well, unleashing a destructive energy wave, standing firm in front of Yuan Taiyi.

Bang!

The Taiji symbol glowed with astonishing brilliance, colliding with the deadly slash. The terrible blood-red saber light, like a tidal wave, crashed against the Taiji symbol. Yet, the symbol seemed to be the sturdiest object in this world, remaining unmoved no matter how fiercely the saber light struck.

"Split open for me!"

A sharp light flashed in Sikong Wuji’s eyes, and blood-red light flowed over his body, intensifying the saber light, which sparked against the Taiji symbol with shocking ferocity.

"Counterspell!"

Yuan Taiyi activated the Taiji symbol, and the black and white areas within it swapped places. At that moment, everyone’s gaze filled with alarm, because Sikong Wuji’s renowned and supremely domineering slash was miraculously reflected back at him!

"What?"

Caught off guard, Sikong Wuji had no time to react before his own saber light struck him, slicing his body neatly in half.

Yet, the power of the slash didn’t stop there; in the blink of an eye, Sikong Wuji’s body was torn to pieces, reduced to a puddle of blood.

Sikong Wuji, defeated!

"Terrifying, to completely reflect Sikong Wuji’s ultimate move... Just how strong is Yuan Taiyi?"

"Number one on the Holy List truly lives up to his name. Even though Sikong Wuji’s strength is terrifying, the gap between him and Yuan Taiyi is still significant."

"Indeed, among the younger generation, Yuan Taiyi stands unrivaled. It seems the seventh floor spot in the Martial God Tower is destined for him."

"It’s too early to say that; let’s not forget about Ye Xuan. Who the spot will fall to is still uncertain."

"I beg to differ. Ye Xuan is certainly exceptional, but compared to Yuan Taiyi, he is still lacking in depth. As of now, he is no match for Yuan Taiyi."

Although a few people were rooting for Ye Xuan, they were a minority. Most were intimidated by Yuan Taiyi’s display of power, truly taken aback. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Too strong, no one among the younger generation can defeat him,"

Sikong Wuji appeared in a crystal room, his expression somewhat ugly, but he was thoroughly convinced by his loss. Yuan Taiyi was indeed much stronger than him.

"Indeed a formidable adversary,"

Ye Xuan’s expression also became much more solemn. Yuan Taiyi truly lived up to his Ancient Saint Emperor constitution, surpassing others in talent, strength, and martial arts skill by an entire level. Even Gu Hanxiang and Sikong Wuji, who ranked second and third on the Holy List, paled in comparison to him.

At this moment, Ye Xuan felt the long-dormant battle blood within him beginning to surge as he cultivated.

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