Murong Xuanji, unaware of the broadcast, eyed Wei Chen with naked greed, as if he were staring at a priceless treasure.
"Formation! With !" he commanded, controlling the giant construct as it launched an attack at Wei Chen. Murong Xuanji clearly held back much of the formation’s power, afraid that he might accidentally kill Wei Chen and lose the chance to obtain this precious technique.
Wei Chen’s confident smile did not fade. "Unseal..." he said softly, uttering the keyword to release the full power of his underworld bone claw.
From the claw raised to defend against the incoming attack, a hundred ter tall avatar of death clad in full armor materialized. Wei Chen was suspended within the chest of the avatar of death.
A fifty kiloter Asura battle avatar clashing with a hundred ter tall avatar of death was like a rat trying to fight a human. The difference in scale was far too great. Both the onlookers in the distant city and the audience watching through the screen could not help but sigh.
This would be a short battle...
Mo Xingyao and everyone inside the primordial ruins forgot to breathe as the fist of the Asura battle avatar ca crashing down toward the comparatively tiny hundred ter avatar of death.
Boom!
The punch collided with the claw, and devastating power exploded outward like a violent storm. Trees were ripped from the ground, many towering trunks uprooted entirely. Dust and smoke billowed as the shockwave spread.
Murong Xuanji, seeing no movent from below, unconsciously reduced the power of the Asura battle avatar’s fist, afraid that he might have accidentally killed the vagabond who possessed the heaven defying demonic technique.
"Hm... am I using too much force?" Murong Xuanji wondered to himself.
However, when he tried to withdraw the avatar’s fist, it would not move.
"Huh? What happened?"
From his position as the formation controller, Murong Xuanji clearly felt that the formation node at the fist and right arm of the Asura battle avatar had lost power.
No... it was not restricted.
He felt less power and less control in that area. It was like a human hand that could not clench into a fist after its tendons had been severed.
As the dust and smoke cleared, the scene revealed behind it shocked him.
A long, blade-like claw had pierced into the avatar’s hand, shredding the spiritual link connected to the fist’s node. It had also killed the cultivators operating the node at the lower right arm.
This caused the Asura battle avatar’s arm to lose a massive amount of power.
"You! How do you know where the spiritual links are!?" Murong Xuanji asked unconsciously, his voice filled with disbelief.
Spiritual links were like the nerves and muscles of a spiritual qi construct. They served as the conduits that allowed control over each part of the construct. When cut or damaged, the power of that section would be greatly reduced.
These links were usually small compared to the construct itself and were sotis designed to be invisible to prevent them from becoming targets of focused attacks.
Wei Chen had sidestepped the fist and used his claw to sever the spiritual link, preventing the fist from moving. This trick was taught to him by Zhang Niu, the forr bodyguard and formation captain of the Murong Clan, during their ti waiting.
The positions and movents of the spiritual links and nodes were all morized by Wei Chen, and this was the result.
Honestly, if Zhang Niu had not told him this, Wei Chen would have chosen a completely different thod for aura farming. Who would stand still and let a giant fist crush them? Especially when his own spiritual qi construct was not even one tenth the size of his opponent’s.
But thanks to Zhang Niu, he fulfilled an obsession from his previous life.
Standing still.
Letting the wind billow his coat.
Yes, the overcoat. He had specifically prepared it so the wind would make him look like a brooding hero.
The props were ready. The coat. The wind. The forest cleared so the wind could flow freely. The enemy was given a clear view of the battlefield. The sacred word "Arise" uttered dramatically. His deathless legion rising from the ground in full view of everyone.
His life was complete.
No... it was the goal of his previous life that had been completed.
And the cherry on top was disabling that massive ass construct’s fist like a boss. Smaller size, complete domination over the bigger one. That was the peak of this aura farming session.
If no one else were watching right now, Wei Chen would have already started dancing in celebration.
But enough of that.
First, he needed to beat the crap out of this guy. After that, he would find a secluded place and giggle to himself.
"Deathless Legion! Now!" Wei Chen commanded.
At that mont, a green spiritual qi construct rose up. The sa formation used by the Murong Clan was recreated.
A green Asura battle construct ford behind the red one, quickly assembling itself as the formation began to power up.
The fifty ter tall green Asura battle formation construct stood ready behind the red one. Its fist swung down without hesitation.
Boom!
The punch smashed into the red Asura construct, sending it tumbling backward and crashing to the ground, crushing through the forest and kicking up massive clouds of dust.
... Within the chat room ...
Little Wealthy Demon: [This... this moron makes worry! This idiot!]
Little Butterfly: [Thank the heavens... thank you...]
Handso Tall and Rich: [With this display of power, I think those who are greedy for Brother Wei’s technique will have to think twice. But this will only deter those with less power. It will stir up the big shots high in the hierarchy even more. I hope there is nothing he cannot handle.]
Sword Dao Genius: [ You’re right that this display of power will stir them even more. So sects with ties to the upper realm might have already reported this to their ancestors in the upper realm. I’m afraid this will not end easily.]
Sky-Severing Demon: [ Vice Sect Leader Jian, I heard your sect also has ties to the upper realm. I hope this demonic technique will not attract you or your sect.]
Sword Dao Genius: [ It won’t attract personally, but so of my sect elders might have already reported this to the Altar of Ancestors. This now depends on the ancestor in the upper realm.]
Jian Ganglie: [ Junior brother, do you an that you might co to blows with Mr. Wei if the Ancestor and your sect leader decide that this technique should be sealed, right?]
Sword Dao Genius: [ It’s a possibility, senior brother. But if it cos to that, I’ll warn all of you in the forum first, so that you can have ti to prepare. I need to do my duty as a vice sect leader after all.]
Handso Tall and Rich: [ Okay, spill it. What’s with you and the Heavenly Sword Sect? You once held the title of senior brother to the greatest sword user of the continent. Why did you discard all of that? What happened?]
Jian Ganglie: Offline
Handso Tall and Rich: [This damn... prick!]
...
The fight intensified as the two colossal spiritual qi constructs clashed with one another, attacking and defending in a spectacle that the people of this world had never witnessed before.
A one of a kind form of entertainnt.
A Kaiju fight!
In many public squares and gatherings of those wealthy enough to own U-Phones, such as private rooms in high end wine houses and tea houses, cheers erupted each ti the green Asura battle construct attacked.
Fists and feet flew and collided, the reverberating, thunder-like booms echoing each ti a hit connected, followed by erupting cheers.
In many gambling dens, people gathered and began placing bets on which side would prevail. So bet on the Murong Clan because they were an old powerhouse, while others bet on the newcor, Wei Chen.
It could be said that this broadcast was more successful than Wei Chen had expected.
— anwhile - Underworld —
Atop the Underworld Palace, inside a small bedroom, the room was decorated with many star patterns and cute heavenly beast decorations. Light from spirit lanterns illuminated the room as a small figure watched the screen on the wall.
Accompanying the figure was Youqi, who had already changed from her office lady attire into a black and white casual dress, making her look more like a gentle mother than a strict secretary.
She sipped tea while accompanying her little one as they watched Wei Chen’s broadcast.
Moreover, this screen had a special function, as it possessed higher authority to access Wei Chen’s broadcasting orb. This ant that all of Wei Chen’s preparations before facing off against the Murong Clan were, unfortunately, broadcast to both the little one and Youqi herself.
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