Chapter 596 - 327: Defeated in a Single Move

Zhao Rui chanted the True Words, and his body abruptly transformed into a giant that blotted out the sky, its head touching the void and its feet planted firmly on the ground.

His eyes shone like stars, his mouth and nose resembled black holes.

The golden Divine Power surrounding him erupted, as dazzling as a true sun.

The Star Core Longswords floating around him all shot into the sky, weaving themselves into a massive Sword Array above his head.

Within the Sword Array, boundless Sword Intent churned, looking as if it would utterly shatter the Star Realm in the next instant.

"A mere transformation art, and you dare show off before a true master!"

"Since you refuse to surrender, I will personally suppress you, draw out your Divine Soul, and search your memories!"

The old man ignored Zhao Rui’s colossal form, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

With a wave of his hand, a sky full of pitch-black, malevolent aura suddenly condensed, transforming into countless hideous phantoms of evil gods that shrieked as they circled in mid-air.

These phantoms quickly merged, gradually forming a creature as massive as Zhao Rui.

This phantom of the evil god seemed to contain world-destroying power. Space shattered wherever it passed, and even the strange ground of the Star Realm was corroded away, leaving massive pits in its wake.

At the same time, the old man reached into the void and condensed a battle-axe of his own.

However, the runes swirling on this battle-axe were even more intricate.

Destruction Power surged across the body of the axe, making it far more powerful than the Destruction Battle-axe the Divine Venerable had previously wielded.

The battle-axe, carrying a heavens-suppressing might, suddenly appeared in the phantom’s hand. As if splitting the heavens and the earth, it cleaved straight toward Zhao Rui.

"Evil God Secret Technique, *Ten Thousand Demons Devour the Heavens*!"

An earth-shaking roar echoed through the Star Realm. The evil god phantom blotted out the sky, and darkness instantly devoured all light.

Seeing the battle-axe coming at him, Zhao Rui’s expression remained calm, his eyes showing not the slightest ripple of shock.

His hands rapidly formed a seal as he let out a low shout, "Sword Intent!"

The moment he spoke, the Sword Array above his head began to spin. Myriad streams of golden Sword Qi poured down like a golden storm, sweeping madly in all directions.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the phantoms of the evil gods dissipated like smoke. No matter how ferocious the Destruction Power was, it could not stop the lethality of the golden light.

"Audacious! Destroy!"

The old man roared, and the giant axe came crashing down.

Zhao Rui raised a hand and pointed. The Sword Array of Star Cores instantly transformed into a giant golden sword and rose to meet the axe.

This time, the giant sword not only blazed with raging divine sunfire, illuminating the entire dim Star Realm, but was also suffused with an indescribable Sword Intent that enveloped the entire space.

"Sever!"

With a sharp cry, the giant sword surged forward.

The two streams of golden and black light collided instantly. There was no earth-shattering BOOM, no brilliant flash.

There was only the collision of ultimate power.

Countless black holes were born and annihilated in the clash, ultimately returning to nothingness.

"No... how can you possibly be..."

The Destruction Power on the dark gold battle-axe crumbled, layer by layer. The giant golden sword was unstoppable, cleaving straight through the phantom of the axe and slashing down toward the old man.

The old man’s expression finally changed, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

’He never imagined that this seemingly young cultivator could be so terrifyingly powerful!’

He hastily retreated as Divine Destruction Power surged wildly around him, erecting layer after layer of spatial barriers before him.

But the giant golden sword was still unstoppable. The barriers shattered layer by layer, and the remaining force of the attack tore the giant, which was formed from the phantom of his Divine Soul, to shreds.

In a single exchange, the difference in their strength was made clear.

The old man staggered back several steps before steadying himself. His gaze toward Zhao Rui was now filled with gravity and deep apprehension.

He could clearly feel that Zhao Rui’s power was both pure and tyrannical. Even after living for countless eons and cultivating the origin power of an Evil God, he was still no match for him.