Chapter 279 - 169: The Might of the Shocking God Stab

Chapter 279: Chapter 169: The Might of the Shocking God Stab

At the same time, a formidable power from his Primordial Spirit surged up from his sea of consciousness like an invisible flame.

It was no longer confined to mental offense and defense. Instead, it began to burn directly, infusing strand by strand into his limbs, bones, and every acupoint in his body. It merged as one with his flesh and sinews, which had already been tempered to the apex of the Late-stage Bright Moon Realm.

Instantly, a faint silver radiance seemed to flow beneath Li Wen’s skin, and his aura surged dramatically.

Facing the claw attack that was powerful enough to severely injure him, Li Wen drew his long saber!

The flash of his saber was no longer just pure speed. It now condensed the ultimate power from his burning Primordial Spirit and the profundities of the Profound Dome Rainbow Silence Chapter. A faint rumble of thunder and a flash of starlight appeared—this was his "Profound Dome: Thunder Execution," a technique he had mastered to the Transformation Realm.

CLANG!

The ear-piercing shriek of metal on metal echoed through the heavens! A visible shockwave erupted outward in a ring!

The eyes of the Snake Division assassin beneath his mask shifted, filled with disbelief.

His full-power claw strike, which could instantly kill an ordinary cultivator at the Peak of Great Sun Realm, had been forcefully blocked.

Although the immense force sent Li Wen flying backward, his qi and blood roiling and a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth, he had indeed blocked it.

Moreover, the power and intent contained within his saber technique were far beyond what a typical cultivator at the Late-stage Bright Moon Realm could possess.

’This kid is definitely not normal! The intel was a gross underestimate!’ The assassin’s heart sank, but the arrow was already on the bowstring; there was no turning back now.

He silently counted the seconds in his mind as his attacks instantly grew more frenzied.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Claw attacks filled the sky!

Every claw strike contained the true intent of tearing, a concept from the Dao Realm. The power was immense and vast, locking down the area in all directions.

The sky looked as if it had been ripped open with countless black fissures.

And Li Wen was like a small boat caught in a raging tempest.

In a state of absolute focus, his five senses were heightened to their limit.

The explosive strength granted by the fusion of his Primordial Spirit’s power with his physical body pushed his speed to its peak.

He swung the long saber in his hand like a spinning wheel, sometimes using "Star Rush" to evade the sharpest blows, other times using "Thunder Execution" to clash and parry.

The first two of the Profound Dome’s Five Forms reached an unprecedented state of perfection in his hands.

However, the gap was immense! The chasm between their cultivation realms was impossible to erase completely.

His opponent’s power was too great, and his level of technical mastery was also a notch higher.

With every clash, Li Wen felt as if he were being slammed by a divine mountain. A sharp, numbing pain shot through his arms, his organs trembled, and the webbing between his thumbs had long since split open, staining the saber’s hilt red with blood.

Even his body, reinforced by the power of his Primordial Spirit, was beginning to show numerous fine lacerations.

In just thirty seconds, Li Wen was in constant peril. Wounds multiplied across his body, and his aura grew chaotic.

Every block and dodge was a walk along the knife’s edge between life and death.

Seeing Li Wen struggling to fend off the relentless assault, his body accumulating more and more wounds and his aura growing ever more unstable, an almost imperceptible glint of manic joy and urgency flashed in the masked assassin’s eyes.

"Die!!!"

The assassin counted down in his mind. ’I can’t drag this out any longer,’ he thought. ’I have to end this in the next few seconds.’

He mustered every ounce of power in his body, completely abandoning all defense and channeling even his protective energy into his attack.

His body shot toward the retreating Li Wen like a meteor. A dark light erupted from his hands, coalescing into two soul-reaping, sickle-like shadows that slashed downward in a cross pattern.

This was a killing blow that condensed his life’s work. Space itself visibly rippled under the force of the strike.

The ultimate threat of death loomed over him.

At that critical moment, the calm light in Li Wen’s eyes—which had been strained to the limit as he constantly searched for an opening—suddenly flared.

’This is it!’ His opponent, in pursuit of absolute offensive efficiency, had poured all his power into the attack, leaving his own defenses at their absolute weakest.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, the miniature Primordial Spirit that had been sitting cross-legged suddenly opened its eyes, which shone with a brilliant golden light!

It opened its mouth slightly, and a formless, intangible speck of light—as fine as a needle and condensed with a terrifying Primordial Spirit aura—silently shot out.

VMMMM—!

The instant this speck of light appeared, it vanished from Li Wen’s sea of consciousness. As if teleporting, it ignored all physical distance and materialized directly in front of the charging Snake Division assassin’s brow.

’What?!’

The assassin felt an indescribable, bone-chilling sense of fatal crisis instantly overwhelm his senses.

’Fast! It’s too fast!’

It was so fast that his brain had no time to react; all his spiritual sense was focused on driving those fatal sickle-shadows downward.

PFFT!

There was no earth-shattering sound.

The invisible Shocking God Stab treated the powerful spiritual defense barrier of a Dao Realm expert as if it were nothing, silently piercing through his brow.

With unerring precision, it pierced the horrified miniature Primordial Spirit within his sea of consciousness.

The agonizing pain of having his Primordial Spirit pierced, followed by a sensation of utter nothingness, caused the assassin’s fully condensed attack to disintegrate like an illusory bubble.

The twin sickle shadows, condensed with immense energy, silently dispersed.

His forward-charging figure froze mid-air. The light in his eyes rapidly dimmed and scattered, filled with ultimate terror and disbelief.

"How... could..." His hoarse voice came to an abrupt end.

THUD!

The lifeless corpse fell limply from the sky, crashing heavily onto the desolate hillside below and kicking up a cloud of dust.

HUFF— HUFF—

Li Wen gasped heavily for breath, hovering in mid-air.

The immense drain from fusing his Primordial Spirit’s power with his body and the pain from his wounds assaulted him in waves, but his gaze remained as sharp as a blade.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he endured the pain and dove down, landing beside the corpse.

After confirming the man was truly dead, he moved swiftly.

He flicked a cluster of condensed lightning-fire from his fingertips, which instantly enveloped the body on the ground.

Amid a sizzling sound, the corpse—along with the snake-patterned mask and anything else that could be used for identification—was incinerated to ash in the lightning-fire.