Outside Puxini City, everyone’s worldview was shattered.
Even the experienced mages of Parthenon were deeply shocked. Jun Yaojin whispered: "How can there be such a shaless spell system? Lu Bai’s combat power is so exaggerated, yet the cost is almost negligible."
Ai Jiangtu squinted, shaking his head: "The curse system is unpredictable, originating from the Dark Plane; any kind of technique could appear."
Strategist Finna gazed at the Dark Arena, sharply noting that with Lu Jun consuming magical energy at this rate, he would at most last two or three minutes before depletion. By then, he likely couldn’t maintain this combat posture.
"This must be a quick fight. We cannot waste the efforts of the Chinese mage."
The thought flashed in her mind. Abandoning observation, she rapidly darted toward the Mirage of the Pyramid.
Finna silently prayed, hoping Lu Jun could strike down the Dark Sword Lord using his trump card and achieve both objectives.
At this mont, within the Dark Arena, Lu Jun sensed his vast power. As expected, all the blessings provided by the mixed-blood Parthenon temple female mage were suppressed to the corners under Monarch-level scale, rendering them largely ineffective.
Naturally, Lu Jun did not concern himself. His gaze fixed on the Dark Sword Lord. He wanted to see if he could slay the Sub-Monarch using Ascension alone; if not, he would then use the Temporal Liquid.
After all, in the previous duel with the Dark Sword Lord, the first approach allowed him to earn purely—a Monarch-level corpse and a Monarch remnant—while expending peak strength.
If he used the latter, he would not gain, and instead suffer a massive loss of life force.
At the sa ti, his battle intent surged. The Dark Sword Lord’s swordsmanship reached the heavens. Lu Jun, a sword refiner, had long wanted to test whose technique was stronger—Dark Sword Art or the inherent killing power of the tal system swordsmanship.
Swish, swish, swish!
Ti was limited. Lu Jun acted first. Behind him, layer upon layer of magnificent sword wings collapsed, transforming into billions of sword lights piercing the void, directly aid at the Dark Sword Lord.
Taibai Divine Treasure: 108,000 Swords!
Each divine sword’s edge was unmatched in sharpness. Enhanced by Ascension, killing a Warth Sword Death Servant was effortless.
To conceal the attack, the mont their clash began, Lu Jun generated black mist, which rose, wrapping the duel arena in shadows, powered by the Night Thunder Dream Beast’s shadow system Ascension.
Dark Secret Art—Vortex Sword!
Seeing this, the Dark Sword Lord’s expression turned grave. Gripping its necrotic greatsword, wreathed in dark miasma, it suddenly flickered, producing thousands of sword lights forming a black storm vortex over a hundred feet wide.
Sowhat similar to Lu Jun’s tal system mid-tier Overlapping Storm magic—a perfect attack-and-defense move, intending to block billions of sword beams.
Yet for so reason, the Dark Sword Lord’s body suddenly froze; the vortex stirred by its greatsword halted. It seed petrified in the void, immobile, like a majestic knight statue holding the sword aloft.
Its crimson eyes, burning with undead soul flas, radiated shock.
Within the Dark Arena, a layer of dim silver ripples spread. The essence of ti arose, and the space-ti of this region solidified.
This was the Domain of Ti!
Lu Jun’s face displayed absolute killing intent. He had used his ultimate move from the start. The billions of sword lights vanished in an instant, rcilessly striking the Dark Sword Lord’s body. The clang of tal echoed repeatedly.
In the first second, the Dark Knight was instantly pierced like a sieve by dense platinum sword light. Its dark energy plumted, the source power disintegrating massively. The Calamity Qi activated, dealing true damage, with calamity energy coiling around.
Imdiately after, Lu Jun clasped his hands. A platinum glow appeared in the heavens, delicate patterns spreading rapidly, forming a vast magic circle.
Amid the roaring void, layers rose like window curtains. A corner of alternate space descended, expanding into a brilliant platinum vortex hundreds of ters in diater. Thirty-six sharp tips slowly protruded, until the entire Dark Sword Lord was encompassed.
It was the Tai’a Divine Sword expanding to thirty-six ters, splitting into thirty-six innate magic implents, resembling inverted platinum sword hills. The duel arena instantly filled with surging tallic aura, sweeping away the darkness.
In the second, Lu Jun grasped the swords, like a deity controlling the heaven-and-earth sword formation. Sword hills fell repeatedly onto the Dark Sword Lord, piercing thirty-six massive gaps, nailing it to the ground.
In the third, dark marshes erged beneath the Dark Sword Lord’s remains, forming a deep black hole vortex. The netherworld opened, countless ghost ministers surged out, hundreds of ghosts gnawing at the undead monarch’s robust soul.
In the fourth, the Northern Sea Heavy Water rged with the Three Light Heavy Water, forming an apocalyptic flood that cleansed the sword array of undead monstrosities, engulfing the Dark Arena into a vast ocean.
Fifth second... sixth second...
Lu Jun’s casting speed was so fast that in an instant, he unleashed several spells reaching super-tier standards.
Due to the influence of Ti Force and the spells’ rapid effect, the Dark Duel Arena beca a sea of multicolored light.
Those outside the arena could hardly discern the exact battle situation. They only knew Lu Jun held the advantage, relentlessly assaulting the Dark Sword Lord, yet could not clearly perceive the truth.
In Lu Jun’s Ascension state, his strength reached Orthodox Monarch level, causing the Domain of Ti to elevate. This forced the opponent, of the sa tier, to bear the full effect, being suppressed for six seconds, passively enduring the attack.
Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed his offensive techniques fully, aiming to slay the Dark Sword Lord in one strike.
Of course, such a move ca at a high cost: the magical energy of the six star rivers burned violently, dropping by more than half, drastically shortening the duration of his state.
After six seconds, Lu Jun hovered midair, gasping violently. His brilliance dimd, nearly exiting Ascension.
After a mont, he recovered his breath and looked down. The raging energy storm below gradually faded, revealing the intact floor of the Dark Duel Arena and only a half-destroyed black shell remaining. Not a trace of joy appeared on his face.
Lu Jun sensed that within the black armor remained a considerable undead primordial soul force. After six seconds of relentless assault, he still could not slay a Sub-Monarch?!
The vitality of Monarch-level demons was indeed stubborn, especially for the undead clan.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
A few breaths later, the half-destroyed armor trembled, releasing a massive black mist. It swirled in the void, forming a dense black cloud. Countless sharp sounds erged. On closer inspection, this was no re mist—it was billions of dark insects!
Indeed, no matter how noble and majestic the Dark Sword Lord’s true form appeared, its interior remained thoroughly corrupted.
Now the opponent had clearly reached the end of its road, near death; otherwise, it would not reveal its ugly true form.
Lu Jun gritted his teeth, ready to squeeze out his last ounce of strength, but suddenly realized the six star rivers were exhausted. His power in every motion rapidly declined, making Ascension unsustainable.
A thought flashed in his mind: "Damn, must I use the Temporal Liquid?"
At that mont, he gathered energy from every corner of his body. Suddenly, a pure, sweet spring surged from deep within, nourishing his limbs and body. Its inexplicable warmth penetrated even his spiritual world.
Splash!
The originally withered and dim star rivers of the Dark Universe greedily absorbed this energy, suddenly bursting into bright radiance. For a mont, the multicolored, vibrant star domains reappeared.
Although none of the six star rivers had returned to peak, each had regained at least 30% of their magical energy.
"This is..." Lu Jun was astonished. Searching for the source, he spotted a streak of blazing white blessing mark. To his surprise, it ca from the Parthenon Blessing System, causing him to realize: "I underestimated the blessings of the Parthenon Temple."
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