Chapter 384: The Self-Destruction of a Saint
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Bang!
After another exchange, the black-robed saint could no longer withstand it. In the end, he was still a being of flesh and blood. He simply could not compete with the Azure Dragon Sword. Both his arms instantly turned into a bloody mist filling the sky.
Seeing his chance, Su Chen pointed out without any hesitation.
Whoosh…
A blood-colored divine light shot forth like a comet, streaking across the horizon. It brushed past the black-robed saint’s ear and slammed into the mountains in the distance. The majestic peaks were completely obliterated in an instant, reduced to a bottomless abyss.
“This…” The black-robed saint’s face turned ghastly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
At the same time, endless terror rose in his heart. He had narrowly dodged that strike through pure luck. If he had reacted a bit slower, his head would have met the same fate as those mountains.
“It’s now your turn!” Su Chen muttered softly.
The Azure Dragon Sword trembled as streak after streak of divine light shot out from it, seemingly devouring mountains and rivers. When the Saint-King-level sword technique was unleashed, its power could truly be called world-destroying.
With Su Chen’s current strength, he could display 90% of this divine power’s magnificence.
Boom!
An enormous illusory black sword, azure dragons coiling around it, pressed down upon the black-robed saint. It felt like Mount Tai was crushing down, impossible to avoid.
Seeing this, the black-robed saint’s expression greatly changed. He had no choice but to meet it head-on with all his might. At the same time, he turned to look towards the distant palace and shouted loudly, “Shang Zhou! If not now, then when will you appear?”
By this point, Su Chen’s condition was still unclear. But the black-robed saint knew very well that he was almost at the end of his rope. As long as Su Chen destroyed his body a few more times, the situation would become completely one-sided.
Right now, only if Shang Zhou made a move and filled the gap left by the fallen zither-playing saint could the situation be turned around. Of course, there was also the possibility that the three of them joining forces could directly defeat Su Chen, or even obliterate him.
“Shang Zhou, what are you still waiting for?” the dark creature in Marquis Champion’s guise also roared loudly.
He was in a sorry state, with disheveled hair and a body that had been destroyed multiple times. Although he was very powerful, with original cultivation bordering on the Great Saint Realm, compared to his original body, it was still far inferior.
Because of this, he was greatly restricted, only able to exert around 80% of his full power. Even with the three of them combined, they were still suppressed by Su Chen alone, their bodies exploding again and again.
“Shang Zhou has completely abandoned you!” Su Chen said coldly.
His entire body emitted a powerful aura, absorbing the essence from all directions, elevating his spirit and energy to its peak. He expanded the heavens, radiating a brilliant and boundless divine light that made him appear like a celestial being, too dazzling to look at directly.
The Azure Dragon Sword floated in the air, stirring with an immense divine might. It was like he was brandishing an entire world, the void itself trembling.
“How arrogant!” the black-robed saint yelled loudly.
The depths of his eyes were filled with unyielding defiance. His hands reformed into jade, crystalline and translucent, meeting that pitch-black sword.
Beside him, the Marquis Champion-like dark creature also summoned a demonic blade. The blade was crimson like blood as if forged from endless vital essence. It clashed with the Azure Dragon Sword.
Clang!
The sound of clashing metal rang out.
This strike caused ghosts and gods to wail. The metallic reverberations completely shattered the dome of the sky, annihilating it. The ring-shaped shockwaves spread out wildly in all directions. Some distant mountains were forcibly blasted apart.
For a time, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, a rain of crushed rocks fell, a shocking sight to behold. From afar, it was like the end of days.
“All!” the black-robed saint let out a miserable cry.
Under the eyes of countless spectators, cracks rapidly spread across his body, like a finely crafted porcelain vase broken.
Boom!
He exploded in the sky, turning into a bloody mist filling the firmament.
This was already the umpteenth time. His body was once again shattered, and for a moment, he couldn’t even reassemble it.
Su Chen wanted to go up and finish him off, but the other dark creature desperately blocked his path. He understood that if this black-robed saint fell here as well, then with only himself remaining, he would not be Su Chen’s match at all. When that time came, even wanting to escape would be wishful thinking.
“Is this the power of someone who has passed ten Saint Tribulations?” someone in the distance cried out in shock.
By this point, Su Chen had already slain a saint of Dashang. It could be said the overall situation of the battle had become very clear. As long as Shang Zhou did not make a move, the two saints Su Chen currently faced would sooner or later be easily dealt with.
When that happened and Su Chen was freed up, the other saint battlefields would certainly collapse. By then, it could be said that Dashang’s battlefront was nearing its end. Even if Shang Zhou wanted to stake everything on one last fight, it would already be too late.
In fact, even if Shang Zhou appeared now, relying only on himself he would fundamentally be unable to stop Dashang’s defeat.
The battle in the sky was already nearing its finale.
Dashang’s grand saint was still too old in the end, his vitality and blood deteriorated too much, simply not an opponent for Long Wu. He would likely completely perish in a short time.
And this was when Long Wu was still toying with him. If Long Wu had gone all out, the battle in the sky would have long ended.
The reason Su Chen had Long Wu restrict her power was because he wanted to temper his own cultivation.
Su Chen!”
In but the blink of an eye, the black-robed saint’s figure recondensed. His complexion was ghastly pale in the extreme, his aura declining substantially.
Due to the massive loss of essence blood, even his originally jet-black hair had turned pale. The look in his eyes, as he gazed at Su Chen, contained boundless hatred.
If not for Su Chen, Dashang would still be towering over the East Barrens. If given another thousand years, or even just a few hundred years more, by then, not many could have toppled their Dashang Empire.
Yet because of Su Chen’s appearance, all their plans had been completely disrupted. A power passed down for tens of thousands of years had been reduced to ashes overnight. How could he not feel heartbroken?
“Today, even if 1 die, 1 will drag you down with me!” A sinister voice echoed between heaven and earth.
Innumerable people heard this sentence. Many people’s expressions changed instantly upon hearing this, not even bothering to continue fighting as they immediately fled into the distance.
It was not hard to infer from those words that this black-robed saint was about to self-destruct. The self-destruction of an ordinary Nirvana Realm expert could already lay waste to a few hundred or even thousand miles.. Now, a saint self-destructing without regard for anything, the might unleashed could obliterate several saints!