Chapter 547 - 247: I Don’t Know What a Bottleneck Is, and I’m Not Interested in Breaking Through

Amidst the violent explosion, Lu Wenwu’s blood and flesh instantly turned to char, and the lightning burst inch by inch on the dragon scales.

Compared to before, the power of the Celestial Fire Thunder Burst, infused with a new kind of flame, was even greater than in the past.

Even with a single explosion, the power it unleashed was almost on par with the double explosion previously seen in the arena.

The clash of these two extreme attacks was no less than a collision of Mars and Earth.

Flashing Light Sword Venerable died.

Died cleanly and efficiently.

He melded his soul, blood, flesh, and cultivation all into his flying sword, unleashing the greatest peak sword strike of his life.

It was a sword strike that forsook everything else, aiming solely for attack.

Under normal circumstances, such sacrificial attack methods often proved effective.

This was a gamble, exchanging life with the opponent, to see whose life was tougher.

In the cultivation realm, where everyone values their life above all, such a move is surprisingly effective in an environment where ten out of ten are overly cautious.

It often brings sword cultivators gains far beyond their current realm, or even enables them to slay enemies a level higher.

But the problem lay in the fact that Lu Wenwu was not a cultivator in the traditional sense.

With Blood and Flesh Regeneration, a Netherworld Pardon Order, and a Life and Death Talisman, he didn’t mind exchanging life for life with the opponent. He had the confidence and capital to do so.

In fact, under normal circumstances, this was his usual way of fighting, but he had been restrained by Mo Lu True Venerable earlier and couldn’t showcase it.

Thus, the sacrificial strike of Flashing Light True Venerable, exploding after the Unity of Man and Sword, seemed somewhat awkward.

Lu Wenwu didn’t defend at all and also used Celestial Fire Thunder Burst to clash with him.

Under the clash of two extremely powerful attacks, Flashing Light True Venerable was utterly doomed.

Only a flying sword, broken into two pieces, remained, with the Primordial Spirit within, already erased of spiritual wisdom, instinctively trying to reunite the broken blade.

Unfortunately, the powerful thunderbolt was still coursing, and the intense heat had already melted the broken parts of the sword, making repair extremely difficult.

In this level of collision, Lu Wenwu managed to withstand it through segment settlement determined by the Life and Death Talisman.

In the aftermath of the still-dissipating impact, Lu Wenwu’s skeleton-like body was quickly regenerating.

The cracked, charred flesh peeled off, continuously growing new muscles and skin over his jade-like bones.

The new skin, from the inside out, exuded a soft whiteness, like that of a newly born baby.

Lu Wenwu looked at his bodily changes with some helplessness, shaking his head slightly.

This move is great in every way, except that after exploding with the opponent, it always requires repairs, which is rather troublesome.

Pity his bronze skin, perfectly complementing his muscles, had turned pale again.

He reached out, grabbed the flying sword broken into two halves, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Crunch... crackle, crackle, crackle... crunch... crackle, crackle, crackle..."

The flying sword, capable of piercing mountains and slicing through gold and iron, was chewed by Lu Wenwu like a biscuit, producing eerie sounds.

Devouring Heaven and Earth rapidly refined it, and the power and residual Primordial Spirit still present in the flying sword transformed into heat flow, enhancing Lu Wenwu’s already formidable physique during the repair process.

Though its taste wasn’t great, resembling an overcooked crispy cake mixed with bitterness.

"This! You... You can even directly eat the flying sword... Demon Venerable is terrifying... divine power unrivaled..."

The Celestial Fire Demon God couldn’t help but emerge from the Life and Death Talisman, his eyes somewhat dazed.

He had witnessed the entire battle just now and had seen the power of the Life and Death Talisman take effect.

In his limited knowledge, the kind of divine power belonging to a true god moved him.

The Celestial Fire Demon God didn’t know anything about the Dimensional Demon God of Life and Death, nor did he recognize the Divine Beast Tiding used as a mount by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but he could feel these two forces were terrifyingly strong.

Stronger and more terrifying than the "Immortal" aura he had sensed in the Little World of the Armored Race!

If the two demon kings, now reduced to ashes, saw Lu Wenwu as the Crown Prince of the Dragon Race, the Celestial Fire Demon God already regarded him as the next Dragon Emperor!

A being from the Immortal Realm descending to train!

If he weren’t the son of an Immortal Beast descending to undergo tribulation, how could he possess such an Immortal Treasure?

Moreover...

The mysterious whereabouts of the Dragon Race in the cultivation realm have made their very existence questionable.

If I recall correctly, back when I still had a physical body, the True Dragon Race rarely, if ever, appeared in the outside world.

"There are few things in this world I can’t eat or don’t dare to eat."

Lu Wenwu said this as the flying sword in his hand had already entered his stomach, transformed into nourishment to strengthen his physique.

Though Flashing Light Sword Venerable was at Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation, the enhancement of the [Body] attribute was actually not much.

Only thirty-one points.

Even without counting the free attribute points provided by Evil Slayer, this was eleven points fewer than Blood Pattern Ancestor Armor Wu Lie.

This isn’t because Flashing Light Sword Venerable was too weak.

On the contrary, he was very strong.

If an ordinary Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation Demon Cultivator were here, this kind of money-burning ability combined with a sword cultivator’s blood-boiling combined techniques, they probably wouldn’t survive to unleash their Sacrificial Sword.

It’s just that the Peak Sword consumed a substantial amount of power.

Moreover, with the lifebound magical treasure shattered, the Primordial Spirit within was largely obliterated during the clash, making the contribution to the [Body] attribute seem smaller.

"And also, didn’t I tell you to call me Brother Wu before? Don’t call me Demon Venerable; I’m not into demon cultivation."

Lu Wenwu accepted the storage bag brought back by Mao Mao and casually scanned it.