His eyes were solemn, with a determined gaze that seed ready to embrace death. The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, yet emitted a chilling glow, as if declaring his unyielding stance to the enemy.
He was well aware of the gap between himself and Liu Yuansong and Shadow.
But he still pressed forward fearlessly.
Even if he could only buy Xu Wendong one second of ti, he was willing to do it.
Seeing Zhen Jing step forward at this critical mont.
Si Yao and the others revealed looks of disbelief.
After all, even Xu Wendong, as strong as he was, couldn’t match Liu Yuansong.
Yet Zhen Jing, a True Immortal Realm expert, was forging ahead without hesitation.
This was certainly admirable.
Witnessing this, Wang Tong snorted coldly, ridiculing contemptuously: "Zhen Jing, you’re seeking your own death. With your trivial cultivation level, you dare attempt to block Senior Liu’s attack? Utterly foolish!"
"Not necessarily!" Xu Wendong’s mouth curled into an intriguing smile, a smile that exuded mysterious confidence: "I declare that Brother Zhen Jing is the unrivaled existence in this realm!"
These words, once spoken.
It seed as if a mysterious force was surging through the air.
A faint lightning bolt, like a thread of fate, precisely struck Zhen Jing’s body.
Zhen Jing was stunned at first, unsure of what was happening, only feeling a current course through his entire body.
Then he clearly sensed a profound and mystical aura erging within him.
This aura was like the primordial breath from the opening of the universe, mysterious and ancient.
It flowed slowly through Zhen Jing, each ridian it passed through seed to light a lamp, filling his body with an unprecedented sense of power.
Moreover, Zhen Jing noticed a peculiar change.
He found his control power over the surrounding world seed to strengthen instantly, a sensation utterly absurd yet vividly real enough to make his heart race.
It was as if he had rged with this world, able to feel the flow of every breath in the air, sensing weak tremors emanating from deep within the earth.
As if the entire world had beco a ga board he could arbitrarily control.
Thinking of this, Zhen Jing’s gaze suddenly beca incredibly sharp, like stars piercing through the darkness.
He raised the longsword in his hand slowly.
The surface of the sword instantly glowed with a dazzling cold light, like the winter sun shining on millennium-old ice, radiant and chilling.
With the swing of his arm, the longsword seed to possess the weight of a thousand pounds, yet remained incredibly light.
He gave it a gentle swing, yet it contained an earth-shattering aura.
In an instant.
An invisible energy surged forth from the sword’s edge like overwhelming torrents.
The mont this energy appeared, the surrounding space seed gripped by an imnse invisible hand, starting to twist violently.
The air compressed instantly, forming ripple after ripple visible to the naked eye, spreading crazily in all directions, emitting deafening roars, as if a thousand evil ghosts roaring in rage.
Where this energy passed, the sand and stone on the ground were all lifted, like a swarm of enraged bees, wildly flying in the energy stream.
Next mont.
A jaw-dropping scene unfolded.
This energy, like an ancient beast in fury, charged straight at Liu Yuansong.
"You’re courting death!"
Liu Yuansong roared angrily, his eyes full of disdain.
But the next mont.
Liu Yuansong spat blood, being blasted several hundred ters away by the power, and then heavily crashed to the ground, creating a huge pit.
He jerked his head up, his eyes full of shock and anger, continuously coughing up black blood, a sign of his corpse transformation injury.
Witnessing this.
Everyone was stunned.
Utterly unable to believe.
Zhen Jing could actually repel Liu Yuansong.
It’s important to know that even after corpse transformation, Liu Yuansong remained invincible against Xu Wendong!
Even witnessing this scene firsthand, they couldn’t believe Zhen Jing’s strength had reached such heights!
"Damn it!" Liu Yuansong roared, his voice like rolling thunder echoing in the valley.
Liu Yuansong’s eyes were bloodshot, resembling a beast driven utterly mad, charging at Zhen Jing recklessly.
With each step he took, the ground trembled violently, unable to bear his body full of hatred and power.
In a blink, Liu Yuansong was in front of Zhen Jing, his massive fist wrapped in black mist, like cannonballs from Hell, hurtling fiercely at Zhen Jing.
As the fist traveled, the air compressed enough to not just emit sharp explosion sounds, but warp the surrounding space slightly under this terrifying force.
However.
Zhen Jing remained composed, his form flitting like a phantom, effortlessly evading Liu Yuansong’s seemingly airtight assault.
Liu Yuansong’s fist could only strike at Zhen Jing’s afterimage each ti, which, upon impact from the fierce force, transford into scattered gold light, while Zhen Jing remained completely untouched.
Zhen Jing seized the mont, as Liu Yuansong’s attack missed again, he flickered, suddenly arriving at Liu Yuansong’s side.
The longsword in his hand darted at Liu Yuansong like a Spirit Snake, fast as lightning.
This strike seed nonchalant albeit laden with unfathomable mystery, the sword glowed shimringly, as if the Power of the Stars rippled in it.
Liu Yuansong failed to dodge, the longsword punctured his body directly, spraying black blood.
Yet he appeared oblivious to pain, abruptly spun to lock Zhen Jing’s sword with his arm, while his other hand aid to smash Zhen Jing’s head.
Zhen Jing’s mouth curved up slightly, a disdainful smile appearing.
He gave his wrist a shake, the longsword stirred within Liu Yuansong’s body, a surge of golden energy infused into Liu Yuansong, montarily freezing his movents.
Zhen Jing didn’t grant Liu Yuansong a breather, attacking again.
His form flitted around Liu Yuansong swiftly like an illusion, every appearance accompanied by a swing releasing Sword Qi.
Sword Qi crisscrossed forming a golden sword net, tightly ensnaring Liu Yuansong.
Liu Yuansong struggled within the net, his body repeatedly slashed by Sword Qi, black blood covering the surrounding ground.
Finally.
Liu Yuansong collapsed beneath Zhen Jing’s sword, his body continuously leaking black blood, his breath increasingly feeble, clearly nearing exhausted demise.
This scene profoundly shocked Shadow and Wang Tong, making the conclusion unbearable.
Totally disbelief that Zhen Jing turned out to be the strongest presence.
"Why is this?" Liu Yuansong’s voice ca out hoarsely, his eyes staring intently at Xu Wendong, seeking an answer.
For he knew clearly, Zhen Jing’s sudden power escalation was surely linked to Xu Wendong.
Seeing his puzzled expression, Xu Wendong’s lips curved into a charming arc: "It’s simple, this realm isn’t a magical treasure but an independent Minor World!"
"And I am the invincible presence within this Minor World!"
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