Novel Full Chapter 1295: I Want Them All! (2)
Chapter 1295: I Want Them All! (2)
“Fight!”
“Create an opening for Yan Huo!”
“Fight to the last breath!” Among the howling mob of over six hundred figures encircling him, roughly seventy True Saints fought against the tide, unleashing ultimate techniques against the others to sow chaos and confusion.
These seventy were all members of the Immortal Court. Each had received Imperial Majesty Dong Huo’s direct command: sacrifice everything if necessary.
“Slaughter these Immortal Court dogs!”
“Show no mercy to anyone who stands in our way!”
Furious bellows erupted as many directed attacks against the Immortal Court’s True Saints with savage intensity.
“Kill!”
“Leave none alive!”
The Eldritch Court True Saints led this counterattack with particular ferocity. How could they resist such a perfect chance to decimate their longtime rivals?
Nevertheless, the Immortal Court’s strategy had largely succeeded. With scores of True Saints embroiled in separate conflicts, the temple’s entrance descended into a maelstrom of chaos, making a coordinated assault nearly impossible.
This chaos was amplified by the hundreds of True Saints, each harboring their own agendas.
While all of them wanted to prevent True Saint Yan Huo’s escape, each feared bearing the brunt of his counterattack. They hoped others would strike first, allowing them to capitalize on the aftermath. Yet, no one was a fool.
On the contrary, the Immortal Court powerhouses shared a singular purpose and unwavering loyalty.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Despite their fragmented intentions, the simultaneous attacks from hundreds of True Saints produced a terrifying onslaught. Ripples distorted the void as wave after wave of energy crashed toward the fleeing True Saint Yan Huo.
“Scram!” True Saint Yan Huo’s power surged as nine long staves lashed outward like raging rivers, instantly sending dozens of True Saints tumbling through the air.
“Such power!”
“Truly horrifying.”
The crowd of True Saints recoiled in shock, especially those hit directly. Their vital qi churned violently within their bodies, visible cracks spreading across their Eternal Psyches.
Only in actual combat did they fully comprehend the terror of facing one who had taken the fourth step of their self-created Dao.
However, True Saint Yan Huo himself was knocked backward, his momentum abruptly halted, his escape blocked.
“Fire! Absolute World!” True Saint Yan Huo’s form shimmered and distorted, turning ghostlike as he split into nine phantoms darting in different directions, attempting to blend among the mass of True Saints.
If he could disappear within the crowd, aided by the dozens of Immortal Court True Saints, his chances of breaking through the blockade would increase dramatically.
“Yan Huo!” True Saint Meng Guan moved with lightning speed, his war saber carving arcs of blazing light, striking toward True Saint Yan Huo’s phantoms.
“Meng Guan?”
“Out of my way!” A thunderous roar shook the air as a terrifying staff strike sent True Saint Meng Guan hurtling backward.
The gap in their strengths was undeniable.
“Haha, Yan Huo, your attacks are indeed formidable.” True Saint Meng Guan stabilized himself with tremendous effort. Yet he laughed defiantly: “One-on-one, I might be killed. But now? You’ll never shake us off.
“Die!” True Saint Meng Guan swung his war saber again, charging back into the fray without hesitation.
Not just True Saint Meng Guan. True Saint Qi Guang, True Saint Tian Peng, and others attacked True Saint Yan Huo relentlessly, making every step forward a brutal struggle.
“Damn it! A bunch of trash!” True Saint Yan Huo’s teeth ground together, his eyes blazing like suns.
The situation had deteriorated far beyond his expectations.
Though the six hundred True Saints lacked unity, their collective might vastly exceeded the hundreds of puppet guardians. They effortlessly blocked his path.
Worse still, with each passing moment, more True Saints withdrew from the void channels, swelling the ranks surrounding him.
Nevertheless, with True Saint Yan Huo’s current strength, he could weather the assault temporarily.
His mind raced frantically, searching for any weakness in their encirclement.
Whoosh~ Just then, a figure in pristine white robes flickered unpredictably, his movements even more ghostlike than Yan Huo’s. Golden lotuses bloomed around him, countless sword lights flashing in and out of existence as he charged directly into battle.
Hmm? True Saint Yan Huo’s pupils contracted sharply.
He instantly knew that his greatest adversary and the person he feared most had arrived: True Saint Ming Jian.
During the initial wave of attacks, True Saint Ming Jian had merely observed from a distance.
Now, he finally made his move.
“Too cowardly to use your psyche dream illusion from afar. Instead, you challenge me in physical combat? You’re unworthy!” True Saint Yan Huo roared, his nine staves whirling as he charged furiously toward the white-robed figure.
Rumble~ A vast golden lotus domain erupted, instantly enveloping True Saint Yan Huo. The invisible pressure bearing down made his expression shift dramatically.
What? How can his domain be this strong? True Saint Yan Huo could scarcely believe what he felt.
He had witnessed True Saint Ming Jian in action before and had even sparred with Cloud Saint.
By his assessment, Ming Jian’s domain should have been inferior to Cloud Saint’s, and not particularly threatening.
But now? The binding power of this domain far surpassed Cloud Saint’s might, reaching truly terrifying levels.
My strength has been reduced to 90%. True Saint Yan Huo instantly analyzed.
His speed had dropped to a mere 70%.
“Your domain may be strong, but I’ll still defeat you.” True Saint Yan Huo clenched his teeth, his nine staves howling through the air as he unleashed his most powerful ultimate move, ‘Fire Universe.
He had pioneered his own Dao based on the Law of Fire from the Five Elements.
The essence of his ultimate move could be distilled to a single word: ferocious!
This explained his choice of the staff as his weapon; a naturally heavy armament, powerful and weighty!
Since he had taken the fourth step of his self-created Dao, the force when he swung his nine long staves was simply unstoppable.
In his assessment, though True Saint Ming Jian’s psyche dream illusions were potent, his raw physical attacks only marginally surpassed True Saint Meng Guan and True Saint Shen Yan. They were hardly worth his concern.
Heavy staves? Great power, but… too slow. Wu Yuan’s gaze remained cold as ice. His ether body had confronted this opponent before, so he understood the characteristics of his techniques.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Terrifying sword lights materialized, interweaving and distorting spacetime within the golden lotus domain.
Fast! Impossibly fast.
This? The speed of this sword technique surely exceeds Wu Yuan’s saber and perhaps rivals Luo Quan’s spear. True Saint Yan Huo’s expression darkened with concern.
In terms of attack speed, among countless True Saints who had fought in the Tenth Chaos Void, True Saint Luo Quan was considered the fastest, closely followed by the saber techniques of Wu Yuan’s ether body.
But now, in True Saint Yan Huo’s estimation, True Saint Ming Jian’s sword moved even quicker than Wu Yuan’s saber. Perhaps only True Saint Luo Quan’s spear technique could match it.
His assessment was accurate. Wu Yuan’s self-created Dao fell within the Psyche Dream class. But as the Spacetime Dao Master, when he manifested his Psyche Dream Domain, the psyche dream’s power materialized in reality, and the aspect it empowered most was still spacetime.
The top two characteristics of Spacetime were its unpredictability and speed.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Sword lights like universe-splitting thunderbolts collided with staff strikes that resembled heaven-supporting pillars, each exchange lightning fast.
In mere seconds, they had clashed over a hundred times.
“What?” True Saint Yan Huo’s expression grew increasingly grim, bordering on disbelief. The long staves he wielded were repeatedly blocked by the sword lights with apparent ease.
He had initially assumed that True Saint Ming Jian’s sword was merely fast.
The reality was far more alarming; his opponent’s sword technique combined both speed and raw power, its destructive force no less than his staff techniques. Yet it was also faster.
I’m at a disadvantage? True Saint Yan Huo struggled to accept this. He’s of the Psyche Dream class, yet his physical attacks surpass mine?
Impossible! Apart from Luan Hai and Wu Yuan, the physical attacks of all others should be inferior to mine. Since his breakthrough, True Saint Yan Huo had brimmed with confidence.
He genuinely believed he had a chance of breaking into the top three of the True Saint Rankings.
“Surrender the Chaos Nucleus, and your life will be spared! Otherwise, you will die here today.” Wu Yuan’s mana body spoke with glacial coldness, his domain empowering him as sword lights surged like a celestial tide, forcing True Saint Yan Huo to retreat step by step.
Defeat True Saint Yan Huo? To Wu Yuan, this outcome seemed inevitable. After creating the Psyche Dream Domain, he could infuse the power of the psyche dream into his divine swords, dramatically amplifying their destructive capability.
With the domain’s enhancement layered atop that, Wu Yuan believed that his mana body likely approached True Saint Luan Hai’s level in terms of pure physical attacks, only falling short of his ether body.
How could True Saint Yan Huo withstand such power? The only way was for him to create a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique in the brief time since his breakthrough.
However, if he possessed such a technique, he wouldn’t have struggled so desperately when traversing the void channel, requiring the Immortal Court True Saints to risk their lives for his sake.
“What?”
“In direct combat, True Saint Ming Jian’s physical attacks are actually overwhelming True Saint Yan Huo.”
“Has his power broken through again?”
“Could he have created a Dao Zenithel ultimate technique?”
Whether the hundreds of True Saints nearby or the powerhouses of various factions observing through the voidrealms, all watched in stunned amazement.
Originally, they would have considered it impressive enough if True Saint Ming Jian managed to hold True Saint Yan Huo at bay. After all, the soul class excelled in group battles and slaughtering weaker opponents, not in direct duels.
Yet remarkably, True Saint Ming Jian alone was dominating True Saint Yan Huo, forcing him back time and again. Such strength was truly terrifying to behold.
“Junior brother, magnificent!” True Saint Meng Guan shouted with fierce excitement.
He swung his battle saber, charging forward with renewed vigor.
“Destroy Yan Huo!” True Saint Qi Guang, True Saint Tian Peng, and others roared as they joined the assault.
“Quickly!” At this crucial moment, True Saint Shen Yan, True Saint Pu Yang, and other elite powerhouses who had been making their way out of the void channel finally broke free.
Without hesitation, these True Saints bellowed as they charged directly toward True Saint Yan Huo.
Numerous weaker True Saints manipulated artifacts from a distance, launching long-range attacks at True Saint Yan Huo from all directions.
At this point, despite the desperate efforts of other Immortal Court powerhouses to create interference, they could no longer hold back the tide.
True Saint Yan Huo’s expression finally cracked. He realized that without drastic action, not only would he lose the Chaos Nucleus, but his life would end here today.
After a moment’s calculation, True Saint Yan Huo flipped his palm to reveal a crystal shimmering with golden light. Every powerhouse’s gaze was instantly drawn to it like moths to flame. “Take it!” As he shouted, he threw it over.
Whoosh! Wu Yuan’s mana body reacted. The golden lotus domain that had encompassed the battlefield immediately intercepted and captured the golden crystal, drawing it into his hand. Confirming it was indeed the Chaos Nucleus, he instantly secured it within his grotto-heaven artifact.
“It’s the Chaos Nucleus.”
“One!”
“True Saint Yan Huo has surrendered one, True Saint Ming Jian has claimed it.”
“True Saint Ming Jian now possesses two Chaos Nuclei.” Over a thousand True Saints witnessed this transfer, their eyes burning with intensity and calculation.
Many True Saints began regarding Wu Yuan’s mana body with shifting expressions.
Previously, they had surrounded and attacked True Saint Yan Huo. This was because True Saint Yan Huo had held two Chaos Nuclei, while True Saint Ming Jian possessed only one.
But now, True Saint Ming Jian held two.
Who should they target? This question instantly flickered across the minds of many True Saints.
Damn it. After paying such a heavy price, it still falls into Ming Jian’s hands. True Saint Yan Huo continued retreating rapidly, his heart bleeding at the loss.
Pushed to desperation, he had faced two choices:
First, stubbornly resist to the bitter end, guaranteeing his death.
Second, surrender one Chaos Nucleus, triggering confusion among the powerhouses, then seize a chance to escape with the remaining one.
Very well. Now I retain just one Chaos Nucleus, while True Saint Ming Jian has obtained two. True Saint Yan Huo reasoned. As long as the others still have brains, they won’t focus solely on me anymore.
At minimum, Ming Jian should cease his pursuit.
In his assessment, unless True Saint Ming Jian had lost his mind, he wouldn’t risk going after a third Chaos Nucleus. Doing so would transform him into the primary target for everyone present.
Indeed, possessing two Chaos Nuclei already made him a massive target.
Rumble~ Golden lotuses bloomed in succession, expanding the domain and suppressing True Saint Yan Huo once more.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Terrifying sword lights materialized from nothingness, still slashing toward True Saint Yan Huo, forcing him to swing his staves in defense.
“Ming Jian, I’ve surrendered one. Don’t push your luck too far!” True Saint Yan Huo roared, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the white-robed figure.
“You’ve relinquished only one. There’s still another in your possession.” Wu Yuan’s mana body spoke with chilling finality, “I want all three Chaos Nuclei!
“Surrender it, or die here.”