This level of confrontation means that there have been over a thousand life-or-death trials. Shen Qian does not have an absolute advantage over Zhao Yuanhou. If he makes a mistake in any of these encounters, it will directly lead to fatal consequences, or at the very least, serious injury.
This is the most direct contest of will, skill, and determination.
Although he was not seriously injured, Shen Qian had countless minor injuries. In addition to the small wounds cut by the space, there were also dozens of bloody grooves from exchanging injuries. His soul had also been cut in many places, and his internal vision had become somewhat illusory.
The "Soul-Slaying" longsword in Zhaoyuan Hou's hand is actually a grade higher than the "Heavenly Darkness" halberd in Shen Qian's hand, reaching the level of a Xuan-grade Star Blade, while the Heavenly Darkness is only a Huang-grade Star Blade.
There's nothing hard to understand about that, after all, the other party is a veteran king, whose foundation is incomparable to that of the past.
The "Godbreaker" and "Void Shattering" effects possessed by Tianming are also present in the Soul-Slaying Blade. In addition, the Soul-Slaying Blade has an additional characteristic called "Phantom".
The specific effect is that every time Zhao Yuanhou makes a slash, there is a chance to trigger an invisible and intangible sword shadow. This sword shadow cannot be sensed or prevented in advance, and is almost like a product of the rules.
Shen Qian felt deeply during the exchange just now; the difficulty was no less than that of the "Shadow Blade" technique he had mastered.
The key point is that this is a "Shadow Blade" from the Star Weapon, and its power is extremely terrifying. Most of the injuries on Shen Qian's body were caused by this "illusion".
Of course, at this moment, Marquis Zhaoyuan, who was a hundred miles away, was not having an easy time either.
Although Shen Qian's Star Weapon was a level lower than his, he was completely crushed by the Colossus.
The eight-thousand-foot-tall body he possessed before sinking was not merely a facade. With each swing of his halberd and each punch and kick, several or even a dozen different Daoist principles were attached to it, sometimes as violent as fire, sometimes as turbulent as wind, sometimes as mysterious as a ghost, and sometimes as solid as a planet...
The various changes were numerous and often caught Marquis Zhaoyuan off guard, causing him great suffering.
Shen Qian had more wounds, but they were all minor, while Zhao Yuanhou had seven or eight wounds, one of which was a serious injury.
Marquis Zhaoyuan looked down at his ribs. Not far below his heart, there was a slanted wound that pierced through his body from front to back. The gruesome wound, which was tens of meters in diameter, had been there for quite some time but had not yet healed.
Because it was imbued with the destructive power of the laws, if it weren't for Marquis Zhaoyuan's constant efforts to suppress it, the wound would probably have expanded several times over by now.
"I lost the fight just now."
Jun Buping raised his head and said calmly, "My conclusion just now was wrong. In all my life, you are not only in the top three, but you should be the best in all of history!"
quiet.
For some reason, hearing Zhaoyuan Hou's words again now caused far less uproar than before.
Perhaps it's because... that thrilling battle between kings and nobles just now—yes, it was a real battle between kings and nobles—that everyone witnessed the terrifying power of the sinking.
The evaluation of Marquis Zhaoyuan is well-deserved!
Shen Qian pursed his lips, said nothing, and suddenly put away the Star Weapon in his hand.
As if by some tacit agreement, Marquis Zhaoyuan Jun Buping also put away his "Soul-Stirring" skill at the same time.
Upon seeing this scene, all the kings and nobles in mid-air sharpened their eyes, as if they had already sensed something.
Once the initial probing exchanges are over, for a battle at this level, it means the time to decide the outcome has arrived.
This time, both of them will give it their all.
“When I was young, I traveled to various places and met a very special race.”
Jun Buping's figure suddenly began to shrink, but at the same time, the starry sky above his head began to become deeper and deeper.
In Shen Qian's astonished gaze, the "Heavenly Gates" in the starry sky, symbolizing the Taiyi Golden Immortal, suddenly began to converge. Then, the ninth "Heavenly Gate" abruptly swallowed the eighth "Heavenly Gate," followed by the seventh...
Jun Buping's path to becoming a king and nobleman began to crumble, but his aura grew stronger and stronger.
"In each generation, only the strongest one remains of this race, because they create the strongest king of each generation by devouring each other. I have come to this realization and created this divine power, which is called... 'Return to One'!"
"All power, all 'Tao,' all supernatural abilities and martial arts... all collapse and merge into one, forming the strongest killing power!"
Marquis Zhaoyuan's voice was deep, but his eyes shone brightly like a god's, "After this move, I will be severely injured, and it will be impossible for me to recover for a hundred years, but before I sink, you... will be completely annihilated!"
Boom!
As Zhaoyuan Hou finished speaking, the path to kingship above his head completely collapsed, and everything coalesced into a shrinking black hole, including Zhaoyuan Hou himself, who was directly swallowed by the black hole.
The figure of Zhaoyuan Hou was no longer in the world; only the black hole, representing the absolute dark side of the universe, remained, constantly closing in mid-air.
Next, space was swallowed up, and by the time Shen Qian realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
The gathering power, comparable to the laws of nature, firmly adhered to his body, causing him to irreversibly move closer and closer to the black hole.
Shen Qian discovered that everything he had was crumbling; his dark body, his newly generated Yuan Power, and even his soul were showing signs of disintegration.
He was completely unable to put up any effective resistance. Zhao Yuanhou's desperate move was like an enhanced version of the rules of "Extreme Fist." Unless one had strength and realm far superior to Zhao Yuanhou, it was impossible to break through.
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