Chapter 368 - 196: The Celestial Dao Descends! Chen Xuan Slays the Evil God

Chapter 368: Chapter 196: The Celestial Dao Descends! Chen Xuan Slays the Evil God

A cyan tornado suddenly materialized. With a great WHOOSH, it sucked a quarter of the Bipolar Evil God’s body inside and began spinning furiously.

This was no ordinary wind.

It was the Bì Wind.

It was a rare, supernatural wind he had been fortunate enough to refine after achieving his Dharma Aspect, one capable of dissolving flesh and scattering souls.

Once unleashed, its victim would appear outwardly unharmed, but their flesh and blood would have withered away from the inside, their soul utterly dispersed.

He hadn’t used it before because the Bipolar Evil God was wreathed in the power of Karmic Fire, a flame that could incinerate anything in the world, including all forms of attack.

Even his Bì Wind would have struggled to break through its Karmic Fire.

If he revealed the Bì Wind and failed to kill his opponent, using it as a surprise attack later would be extremely difficult.

So why could Chen Xuan ignore the Karmic Fire?

It was, of course, because he had achieved the Unity of Heaven and Man and borrowed the Power of the Heavenly Dao!

Before the Celestial Dao, all of creation is but ants—to say nothing of mere Karmic Fire.

RUMBLE!

Caught in the Bì Wind, the Bipolar Evil God let out a series of even more bloodcurdling shrieks.

It was as if it were being subjected to death by a thousand cuts.

Tendrils of cyan wind bored into its body through its pores and wounds, assaulting its flesh, its soul, and its Innate Yin Essence...

The Bipolar Evil God’s power was rapidly fading...

Chu Shanhe’s eyes widened, his heart growing heavy.

’So that old man Feng Wuji really did have another ace up his sleeve!’

’What is this Secret Technique?’

’If I were facing that, I’d be utterly defenseless!’

Chen Xuan also felt his heart clench, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him.

’Don’t tell me the Bipolar Evil God is going to die just like that!’

’I was planning to go in and land the final blow...’

But he soon realized he was getting ahead of himself.

Although the Bipolar Evil God’s aura was plummeting and its flesh rapidly dissolving, it was still shrieking in agony. It summoned the last vestiges of its blood-red flames to forcibly tear open the cyan tornado.

Its battered body clawed its way out of the cyan tornado with immense difficulty. Its eyes burned with venomous hatred as it roared, "I told you, I AM IMMORTAL! None of your tricks work on me! I will absorb you! I will turn you all into my sustenance! No one can save you!"

BOOM!

The words had barely left its mouth when a terrifying, scorching aura pressed down from above once more.

The Bipolar Evil God looked up again, its body trembling and its eye filled with abject terror.

Reflected in its single eye, to its horror, was the figure of Chen Xuan once again.

High in the sky, Chen Xuan had somehow reappeared, wreathed in golden flames and lightning.

The power within him had been pushed to its absolute limit for a second time. His body blazed a fiery gold, liquid dripping from his pores. His eyes were wild and frenzied as he gazed silently down below.

"Immortal?"

"I don’t believe you!"

A savage grin spread across his face.

His massive, swelling fist, carrying the unimaginable Power of the Heavenly Dao, smashed down from on high once more.

"Take another hit!!"

Instantly, the same horrifying scene from before repeated itself.

The difference was,

before, the Bipolar Evil God had been at its peak.

Now, the Bipolar Evil God had only a quarter of its body left and had just been ravaged by the Bì Wind...

Faced with the same attack, its face was a mask of terror.

It had no way to escape.

It wanted to beg for mercy.

It shrieked wretchedly.

It let out a despairing howl...

RUMBLE!

AAAAH!

The searing Divine Light surged down, connecting heaven and earth and wreaking untold destruction...

In the distance, figures flickered, moving with incredible speed.

The Outer Saints of Great Xia were still frozen in a daze.

But the Outer Saints of the Northern Country were already fleeing in a panic, slippery as eels, not a single one daring to linger.

Their hearts were seized with terror, and they all retreated desperately, casting everything else aside.

’We’ve lost!’

’In this Grotto Heaven war, the Northern Country has lost!’

’And it was a complete and utter defeat!’

’There’s no hope of victory whatsoever!’

’The Longevity Sect Leader is dead!’

’The Three-Phase Mountain God has been destroyed!’

’Nearly a hundred other Outer Saint masters from the Grotto Heavens are dead...’

Never before had they been so routed, so utterly terrified.

They had clashed in the past, but those battles usually resulted in losses for both sides...

Never had it been a one-sided slaughter like this...

[You have slain a bizarre Evil God and felt immense satisfaction. Retribution points +400,000!]

Chen Xuan’s face was deathly pale. Panting heavily, his body had once again been completely drained of power.

He was in an even worse state this time, plummeting from the sky like a falling star.

A figure flashed past and caught him in one swift motion.

When he saw who it was, Chen Xuan’s expression was one of shock.

’It’s Old Deng!’

"Do you have a death wish? How dare you come here?"

"Nonsense. Is there anywhere I wouldn’t dare to go?"

Ancient Star River retorted, quickly taking out a medicinal pill and feeding it to Chen Xuan. "Don’t talk. Hurry up and heal!"

Then, a thought suddenly struck Chen Xuan.

’Could Old Deng have come here looking for his old flame?’

"So, what about that old flame of yours? Did you find her?"

"It’s fine. She didn’t come in. I just saw her outside, and she’s already headed back," Old Deng replied.

"Fair enough,"

Chen Xuan nodded, a complex mix of feelings bubbling up inside him.

’Everyone else was in here fighting to the death.’

’You were outside ’fighting to the death’ too.’

’The only difference was...’

’you were getting laid,’

’while everyone else was getting slain!’

’That lucky bastard, Old Deng.’

Chu Shanhe snapped back to his senses and rushed over, his own aura still in disarray. He didn’t even glance at Old Deng, looking directly at Chen Xuan in shock. "Chen Xuan, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, just exhausted!" Chen Xuan panted.

"Ungrateful brat. I’m your master, you know..." Old Deng grumbled.