Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2138 Defeat

Shi Pojun's body was surrounded by a dark red light that flickered erratically, like a demon god who had just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood. Just by standing there, the aura he exuded made Chang Guwu and Liu Yanqing feel a chill in their hearts. Even Huang Jiugao, who was hesitating in the distance, suddenly shrank his scarlet soul fire.

"die!"

Shi Pojun's eyes were bloodshot, filled only with the purest and most violent desire to kill.

He took a step forward, leaving a blurry afterimage in his wake, and his true form appeared directly in front of Chen Fei as if by teleportation.

Its speed was so fast that it even surpassed Liu Yanqing's sword strike that pierced through the void.

The dark longsword in Shi Pojun's hand was now completely enveloped by the power of the Blood Reversal Divine Force. The blade trembled and emitted an excited buzzing sound, like a ferocious beast thirsting for blood.

There are no complicated moves, no mysterious variations; it is simply the most powerful and domineering slash.

The dark red blade light, like a bolt of lightning or a roaring blood-red dragon, tore through space, shattering all light and sound along its path. With a terrifying will to annihilate everything and slaughter all living beings, it slashed down towards Chen Fei.

This strike was a deadly blow that Shi Pojun had sacrificed everything for, a culmination of his life's work in swordsmanship, its power reaching the level of a full-force attack from the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm.

Just as Shi Pojun used a forbidden secret technique to gain the power of the late-stage Tai Cang Realm and unleashed a fatal strike, the vengeful demon Huang Jiugao in the distance finally made his decision.

His crimson soul fire stared intently at Chen Fei, who was enveloped by the three-way killing intent, and then glanced at Shi Pojun, whose aura was raging, his eyes blazing with ferocious light.

The Realm of Vengeful Spirits!

Huang Jiugao let out a sharp, piercing screech, and his scarlet soul fire suddenly turned pitch black, as if it had transformed into two bottomless black holes.

An invisible and intangible yet soul-piercing, eerie fluctuation spread silently like ripples on water, instantly enveloping the area where Chen Fei was located.

This is not a physical attack, but an illusionary attack that directly targets the soul.

Countless mournful cries, desperate roars, and distorted illusions directly assaulted Chen Fei's consciousness, attempting to drag him into an illusion constructed from endless resentment, disturbing his mind and slowing his reactions.

At the same time, Huang Jiugao's enormous demonic body suddenly expanded, and the ferocious bronze hammer in his hand, condensed from pure resentful demonic death energy, burst forth with a monstrous black light.

All grievances converge into one, leading to annihilation!

Huang Jiugao roared and frantically poured the remaining demonic energy into the copper hammer, then slammed it down hard on Chen Fei's head.

The moment the copper hammer left his hand, it swelled in the wind, transforming into a massive, black hammer phantom that seemed capable of supporting heaven and earth, carrying a venomous death aura that eroded the soul, before crashing down with a deafening roar.

Before the hammer even arrived, a heavy, oppressive, and terrifying pressure descended, as if to smash Chen Fei and the space around him into dust.

Four deadly attacks descended simultaneously.

Chen Fei, who was at the very center of the storm, had somehow become incredibly calm, as still as a deep well.

Beneath this extreme calm, an indescribable aura of terror suddenly emanated from Chen Fei.

"Buzz!"

A deep and resounding hum echoed from the deepest part of Chen Fei's body. The Dao Domain that had naturally permeated his body receded like a receding tide, rapidly shrinking and disappearing into his body.

At this moment, it seemed that Chen Fei abandoned all external defenses and the resonance with the laws of heaven and earth, and gathered all power into his own body.

Followed by.

"Boom!"

It was as if a slumbering, ancient beast had suddenly opened its eyes within Chen Fei's body.

This power does not originate from primordial energy, nor does it follow any laws; rather, it is the most primitive and ruthless power of the physical body's qi and blood.

Beneath Chen Fei's skin, countless golden divine lights flowed and surged, emitting a roar like a celestial river. His muscles, instead of bulging exaggeratedly, subtly swelled in an almost perfect proportion.

His bones crackled softly, like the sound of metal striking stone, and a powerful pressure originating from the very source of life swept outwards from him.

Devouring the Divine Body!

At this moment, Chen Fei's demeanor completely changed.

Like an ancient god or demon walking among humans, he stood there as if he were the center of the entire world, the embodiment of power.

Chen Fei slightly raised his eyelids, and a flash of golden light appeared in his eyes before returning to a deep black. But within that blackness, there seemed to be a vortex that could devour all light.

Chen Fei gripped the shaft of the Qian Yuan Halberd with both hands, and then swung it.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and space groaned. Wherever the halberd passed, space was compressed and eventually shattered, forming dark spatial cracks.

The first to break were the incredibly resilient wind and thunder threads, imbued with the power of wind, thunder, and fire. Like a spider web crashing into a sacred mountain, they shattered without even forming a sliver of resistance, dissipating into the most primordial energy.

Immediately following was a torrent of purple sword rain, imbued with the Daoist principles of the boundary.

The dense array of sword shadows struck the halberd shaft, blade, and even the invisible yet extremely solid force field surrounding Chen Fei, producing not the crisp sound of metal clashing, but rather a "crackling" sound like shattering glass.

The sword shadows shattered upon contact, transforming into countless purple specks of light, like a grand fireworks display, silently vanishing before Chen Fei.

The Myriad Swords of Godslayer unleashed by Liu Yanqing burning his very essence proved utterly vulnerable before this pure and ultimate power.

Then came the phantom of a gigantic black hammer that seemed capable of shattering a plane of existence, descending from the sky. The halberd blade traced an arcane trajectory, rising diagonally from below and colliding fiercely with the massive hammer shadow.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the seemingly invincible illusory giant hammer of vengeful demons, which had gathered most of Huang Jiugao's demonic energy, exploded with a deafening roar the moment it came into contact with the dark golden halberd blade, starting from the point of contact and spreading out countless cracks.

The invisible force field emanating from the halberd blade vanished in an instant, and the resentful and deadly aura that was powerful enough to erode the soul could not even get within a foot of Chen Fei.

Before the halberd's momentum had subsided, the unimaginably violent aftershocks of power, like an invisible tsunami, spread out with a deafening roar, crashing violently into the nine pillars of wind, thunder, and fire that formed the foundation of the Heavenly Net.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The cracking sounds rang out one after another. The surface of the nine dazzling pillars of wind, thunder, and fire was instantly covered with dense cracks, and the light dimmed rapidly. The three violent energies of wind, thunder, and fire contained within them even showed a tendency to dissipate and flow backward.

The very foundation that formed the inescapable net was nearly destroyed by the aftershocks of Chen Fei's sweeping halberd strike.

In the distance, almost at the same moment the wind and thunder threads broke and the sword rain vanished, Chang Guwu, Liu Yanqing, and Huang Jiugao in the distance all turned pale and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chang Guwu and Liu Yanqing suffered severe backlash because their magical abilities were brutally broken. Chang Guwu, in particular, was already seriously injured, and his injuries were compounded. He was so weak that he almost fainted.

Huang Jiugao, on the other hand, had his giant hammer, formed from his innate demonic energy, destroyed. With his soul connected to Huang Jiugao, his soul fire dimmed considerably, and he let out a painful howl.

As for Huang Jiugao's all-out attack on the soul-devouring illusionary realm of vengeful spirits, the countless mournful wails and distorted illusions vanished the moment they entered Chen Fei's sea of ​​consciousness, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

Chen Fei's soul, having undergone the tempering of the Undying True Light Mirror, was already as clear as a mirror, impervious to all evil and unaffected by any magic. This little bit of vengeful spirit illusion was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

With just a seemingly simple sweep, he utterly destroyed the encirclement of Chang Guwu, Liu Yanqing, and Huang Jiugao, and the aftershocks even brought Chang Guwu's foundational magic to the brink of collapse.

What terrifying power this is! What ruthless crushing force this is!

However, Chen Fei's movements did not stop at all.

For him, breaking through the attacks from three directions was as easy as brushing off a speck of dust.

His gaze remained calmly fixed on the deadly strike that carried overwhelming bloodlust and whose power had reached the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm.

The dark red blade energy, like a heaven-cleaving blade, was already upon him.

The dense aura of bloodlust was almost tangible, dyeing the space around Chen Fei dark red. The pungent smell of blood assaulted the senses, and the destructive will contained within was enough to cause the soul of those with weak wills to collapse.

But Chen Fei's eyes remained completely unmoved.

In Chen Fei's perception, the trajectory of Shi Pojun's earth-shattering slash and the nodes of its power flow were clearly reflected in his mind.

The ultimate insight brought by the Immortal True Light Mirror, combined with the unparalleled power bestowed by the Devouring Heaven Divine Forge, allowed him to enter a profound and mysterious battle state.

With a barely perceptible flick of his wrist, Chen Fei's Qian Yuan Halberd, which had been sweeping horizontally, traced a perfectly natural, tiny arc.

The halberd tip was not pointing at the point where the blade energy was strongest, nor at the blade itself, but rather at a hidden node within the dark red blade energy where the flow of power was slightly sluggish.

That was a subtle flaw brought about by Shi Pojun burning his own essence, a flaw that even he himself might not have noticed.

"clang!!!"

In the next instant, the tip of the halberd collided with the blade's energy.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The deadly blade energy, seemingly capable of slaying gods and demons, clashed head-on with the halberd blade, capable of suppressing all heavens. These two equally violent and domineering forces were engaged in the most direct and brutal struggle.

However, this stalemate lasted for less than a breath.

Shi Pojun's face, which had become ferocious and distorted due to the use of the Myriad Manifestations Reversal Blood Divine Release Technique, suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints the moment the halberd blade and the sword energy came into contact. The crazy, violent, and confident look on his face was instantly replaced by boundless horror and a trace of despair.

He felt that his peak strike, which had burned his origin and Dao domain and even used forbidden secret techniques, had not struck a battle halberd, but a vast and boundless universe.

The recoil force emanating from the halberd blade was so savage and so irresistible.

"Crack... bang!"

First came a faint sound, like shattering glass, emanating from within his prized dark red blade aura. The tiny crack quietly appeared at the center of the impact, and then, as if triggering a chain reaction, instantly spread throughout the entire blade aura.

Immediately following was a terrifying sound of shattering.

That overwhelming, deadly blade aura exploded before Shi Pojun's despairing gaze. It transformed into countless dark red specks of light, like flickering candles in the wind, quickly annihilated by the dark golden light of the Qian Yuan Halberd.

The moment the blade's energy shattered, that overwhelming and unstoppable force, like a celestial river turning back or Mount Buzhou collapsing, surged along the blade and ruthlessly into Shi Pojun's arms, his meridians, his internal organs, and his entire body.

"puff!"

Shi Pojun's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out of his mouth.

The hideous blood-red patterns on his face and arms instantly dimmed and crumbled, and the dark red flames burning on his body flickered like a candle in the wind before finally going out completely.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Shi Pojun staggered backward involuntarily, each step landing as heavy as a mountain. He tried to use the Myriad Manifestations True World Dao Body to stabilize himself and attempted to mobilize his remaining Yuan Power to dispel the terrifying power that had invaded his body.

But it was all in vain; that force crushed all his resistance with overwhelming force. With each step he retreated, his face grew paler and his breath weakened, his burly body seeming as if it might fall apart at any moment.

He retreated seven steps in a row, and with each step, Shi Pojun's injuries worsened.

When he finally managed to stop his retreat and used the knife to support himself on the ground, his face was ashen white, devoid of any color, with only black blood constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth and undisguised horror and bewilderment in his eyes.

We lost!

The fatal strike, which involved burning one's very essence and using forbidden secret techniques to forcibly elevate one's combat power to the late stage of the Tai Cang Realm, was actually shattered by the opponent with a single, effortless strike.

Shi Pojun raised his head and looked at the young figure who was still standing steadily in the same place. An unprecedented chill instantly froze his heart and even his thoughts.

"Which sect's cultivation technique does he practice?"

Shi Pojun couldn't understand it. He prided himself on his knowledge of many of the top inheritances and secret techniques within the Danchen Sect, but Chen Fei's current state was completely beyond his comprehension.

The power was unbelievably strong, and what made Shi Pojun even more terrified was that before launching that earth-shattering attack, Chen Fei completely concealed the Dao Domain radiance that naturally permeated his body, without leaking out even a trace of it.

"Completely absorb the Dao Domain into your body, without wasting a single bit of power outside..."

Shi Pojun's gaze froze for a moment, and an absurd yet seemingly uniquely explainable thought entered his mind.

"He has completely comprehended the top-tier sixteenth-level body-refining technique to the point of perfection?"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Shi Pojun felt dizzy and absurd.

How profound and mysterious is the sixteenth-tier top-level inheritance?

His main cultivation, the Myriad Manifestations True Realm Dao Body, was equally profound. However, after years of arduous cultivation, he admitted that he was far from touching the core essence, let alone fully comprehending it, which was a realm that could only be reached by those at the peak of the Tai Cang Realm and after a long period of time.

By fully refining the power of the Dao Domain into one's own body, every inch of flesh and blood, and every wisp of qi and blood, contains the true meaning of one's own Great Dao. Every move is in accordance with the natural way of the Dao, and the power is condensed and consistent, without any leakage. Therefore, it can unleash terrifying power far exceeding that of others of the same level.

But wasn't Chen Fei only at the mid-stage of the Tai Cang Realm? And he broke through to the mid-stage of the Tai Cang Realm within this ruin, so how did he comprehend the top-tier sixteenth-order inheritance to perfection?

"monster……"

Shi Pojun's throat went dry. If his guess was true, then Chen Fei's talent and comprehension were terrifying to the point of despair.

Such a person, once an enemy, must be nipped in the bud at all costs before they truly grow to power. But right now... do they still have the strength to nip it in the bud?

Chen Fei's gaze calmly swept over Shi Pojun, who was kneeling and panting. In his deep eyes, there was no trace of triumph, nor any pleasure at the impending harvest of life, only an icy indifference.

His gaze lingered only briefly before settling on Liu Yanqing, whose face was pale and whose eyes were filled with terror in the distance.

That dividing barrier is key to trapping this place and preventing others from escaping. If we don't eliminate her first, there's no guarantee she won't have other tricks up her sleeve.

With that thought in mind, Chen Fei took a step forward.

As if space itself folded, Chen Fei arrived in an instant, appearing directly in front of Liu Yanqing.

The dark golden Qian Yuan Halberd in his hand rose naturally with his forward step, and then slashed down at Liu Yanqing, whose face had turned pale.

Wherever the halberd blade passed, space was cut apart, leaving a fleeting black mark.

"Po Jun! Save me!"

Liu Yanqing's scream was so shrill it was almost distorted, filled with unprecedented fear.

Faced with this deadly halberd strike, she had no courage to resist whatsoever; only one thought remained in her mind: escape.

Her slender figure, like a startled butterfly, frantically retreated, increasing her speed to the extreme. She even spat out another mouthful of blood essence and used a highly energy-consuming escape technique, just to widen the distance between herself and that death-like figure.

At the same time, the purple slender sword in Liu Yanqing's hand burst forth with a final, mournful light, dancing rapidly in front of her. The sword light intertwined, instantly transforming into a sword barrier composed of countless intricate sword shadows.

The sword barrier shimmered with light, countless tiny spatial ripples undulated within it, and a cutting force permeated the air; it was the strongest defensive measure she could currently employ.

She only hoped that the sword barrier could hold Chen Fei back for a moment, even just a second, giving her a chance to escape to Shi Pojun's side, or...

Shi Pojun's eyes flashed intensely when he saw Chen Fei rush towards Liu Yanqing without hesitation.

How could he not know Chen Fei's intentions? First, prevent the barrier from being broken, then calmly clean up the mess. Liu Yanqing couldn't die now. If she died, he would be even more helpless.

Shi Pojun forcefully mustered his almost completely depleted Yuan Power to suppress the churning injuries within his body and the still rampant destructive energy, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He forced a slight lift of his previously listless aura, gripped the dark longsword with both hands, which was already cracked, and, ignoring the pain of his torn meridians, once again activated the remaining power of the Myriad Realms True World. A dark red light flashed across the blade.

Although far less powerful than the previous strike, it still carried an unwavering determination, aimed with all its might at Chen Fei's back. This was a diversionary tactic, forcing Chen Fei to retreat and defend.

Chang Guwu and Huang Jiugao, watching from afar, also saw through Chen Fei's intentions and understood the principle of mutual dependence. If Chen Fei were to easily kill Liu Yanqing now, they would surely be next.

"Wind, Fire, Thunder, Dragon, go!"

Chang Guwu's face turned ashen, and he roared fiercely, barely managing to muster his last bit of power to condense a three-colored wind, fire, and thunder dragon, only a third the size of its previous form, which lunged menacingly at Chen Fei's flank.

He was already at his limit, and this attack was much less powerful; he only wanted to cause disruption.

Huang Jiugao's crimson soul flames pulsed wildly, its heart filled with anxiety. If Liu Yanqing died, the barrier would change, making its escape even more difficult, and Chen Fei's next target was likely to be it.

It let out a fierce roar and frantically poured the last of its pure resentful demonic death energy into the ferocious bronze hammer in its hand. But this time, it did not throw the hammer. Instead, it gripped the hammer handle tightly with both hands and plunged it downwards into the void where Chen Fei was.

Sinking into the sea of ​​resentment, town!

A bizarre scene unfolded: the bronze hammer did not touch the ground, but instead seemed to be inserted into an invisible quagmire, its head disappearing into the void.

The next instant, an invisible force field, seemingly from the deepest hell, spread out from the copper hammer. It was not a direct attack, but rather like an invisible swamp, enveloping the area where Chen Fei was located, trying to slow his movements and make it difficult for him to move.

Despite the attacks coming from three directions, Chen Fei's movements remained unchanged, and he didn't even glance back.

His gaze remained firmly fixed on Liu Yanqing, who was frantically retreating, his expression cold and resolute.

Chen Fei chose to ignore the attacks from his surroundings. (End of Chapter)