Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In mid-air, the Endless Sword Formation rained down its assault for over ten minutes before finally ceasing. The figures of Ghost Gui and the Second Elder were shrouded by the raging Spiritual Power storm and thick dust, their conditions unknown.

THUD... THUD...

Suddenly, with two muffled thuds, a pair of figures shot out from the Spiritual Power storm in mid-air, trailing long tails of dust. It was Ghost Gui and the Second Elder.

The robes on Ghost Gui and the Second Elder were torn to shreds by Shen Haoran’s Endless Sword Formation. Their bodies were covered in Sword Marks of all sizes, and their graying hair hung in disarray. They looked utterly wretched—it was hard to imagine these two were the imposing Elders of Fallen Valley.

Shen Haoran watched the two wretched figures, his expression impassive. He never expected to kill them with the Endless Sword Formation alone. Although the formation was formidable, its power was a result of sheer volume; with so many strikes, the Attack Power of each one was reduced. If Ghost Gui and the Second Elder couldn’t even withstand the first wave, they wouldn’t be worthy of their titles as Elders of Fallen Valley.

Ghost Gui and the Second Elder gasped for breath, their eyes fixed on Shen Haoran with venomous hatred. They had assumed they could easily take him down after boosting their strength with the Fallen Valley disciples and the Array of Ten Thousand Demons. To be pushed into such a corner by Shen Haoran, even with their combined might, was completely beyond their expectations.

Ghost Gui glanced toward Changmao’s battlefield, and his expression grew even uglier. Over there, Fallen Valley’s Third and Fourth Elders were on the back foot, forced entirely onto the defensive with no opportunity to even fight back. Shen Haoran, however, just sneered. Changmao’s true form was the Taotie, ranked first among the Ancient Fierce Beasts. His combat prowess was beyond question; even the current Shen Haoran wasn’t confident he could win against him, to say nothing of Fallen Valley’s Third and Fourth Elders.

"Damn it, First Brother! If this goes on, we’ll be defeated sooner or later!" the Second Elder beside Ghost Gui said in a low, grim voice. Shen Haoran’s power far exceeded their imagination. To think that they, the great Elders of Fallen Valley, would be pushed into such a corner by a mere brat!

"I know. Second Brother, go down and activate the second stage of the Array of Ten Thousand Demons. This kid’s sudden surge in power must be from some kind of Secret Technique. I refuse to believe he can maintain it indefinitely! Once he’s dealt with, we won’t have to worry about that beast over there either!" Ghost Gui replied grimly.

Hearing this, the Second Elder nodded. His figure then plummeted, landing in the center of the gathered Fallen Valley disciples. He too sat cross-legged on the ground and began to form a Seal Technique. As his hands moved, the black qi surging from the disciples grew thicker still. Some of the weaker disciples couldn’t withstand the strain; they coughed up a mouthful of blood, their faces turning deathly pale.

As the black qi surged into him, Ghost Gui’s power skyrocketed once more. It quickly surpassed Shen Haoran’s, finally reaching the level of a Tier Seven Spirit Emperor.

Shen Haoran glanced down at the ashen faces and trembling bodies of the Fallen Valley disciples below and remarked sarcastically, "Using the Life Force of your own Sect’s disciples to increase your strength. What an overbearing Array you have there!"

"Hmph! As long as I can kill you, that’s all that matters. Don’t even think you’re leaving here alive today!" Ghost Gui sneered, completely unfazed by Shen Haoran’s sarcasm. To the people of Fallen Valley, human lives were worthless. Achieving their goals by any means necessary—that was their style.

With another cold snort, Ghost Gui stopped wasting words. His figure flickered and shot toward Shen Haoran, his terrifying speed leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

At the Spirit Emperor Tier, every advancement in tier represented a qualitative leap. This improvement wasn’t merely in speed and strength, but also in one’s presence. Under the pressure of Ghost Gui’s aura as a Tier Seven Spirit Emperor, Shen Haoran felt his movements grow sluggish, as if he were wading through a mire.

However, Shen Haoran showed no intention of dodging Ghost Gui’s attack. He raised his right arm, and the crimson patterns on his Qilin Arm erupted with a dazzling light as he met the Elder’s fist head-on.

BOOM—!

In that instant, a visible ripple of Powerful Qi spread out from the two of them. Shen Haoran’s explosive strength was torn asunder by Ghost Gui, and his body was sent flying backward. After his massive power-up, Ghost Gui had now surpassed Shen Haoran in terms of raw strength.

The Vermilion Bird Wings on Shen Haoran’s back flared and beat fiercely, forcibly stabilizing his body. He flexed his slightly numb arm, a cold smile touching his lips. ’A contest of strength? Good. This is exactly what I like.’ He then stored away his Soul-devouring Sword and assumed a combat stance. To be fair, his Swordsmanship was something he had only recently picked up; he had barely scratched the surface and was far from an expert. But when it came to hand-to-hand combat, Shen Haoran was an expert among experts. In that arena, he had never feared anyone.

Seeing Shen Haoran put away the Soul-devouring Sword, Ghost Gui couldn’t help but sneer. He had been somewhat wary of that weapon; even he didn’t dare to test the edge of a Quasi-Sacred Artifact. But now that Shen Haoran had actually abandoned his sword, Ghost Gui had nothing left to fear. ’He’s a dead man!’

In mid-air, strange smiles touched the lips of both Shen Haoran and Ghost Gui. The next instant, their figures exploded into motion, hurtling toward one another. Like two meteorites, they collided with a tremendous crash.

This time, neither of them used any flashy Martial Skills. There was only pure physical strength, a brutal, visceral exchange where every punch landed solidly. A continuous series of muffled impacts echoed from the sky.

Both Shen Haoran and Ghost Gui were masters of close-quarters combat. They transitioned between offense and defense with incredible speed. As their fists and palms met, explosions of violent power continuously erupted from their epicenter, even distorting the very space around them.

The longer Shen Haoran fought, the more exhilarated he became. The battle lust within him was fully ignited, and it felt as if every cell in his body was singing. A fight this satisfying was simply incredible. For a battle junkie like him, there was nothing more gratifying than an all-out brawl with an expert! His attacks grew faster and fiercer as he slowly began to unlock the immense combat power of his Chaos Divine Body.

Meanwhile, Ghost Gui’s expression grew uglier by the second. When they first began trading blows, he had Shen Haoran completely suppressed. But as time wore on, Shen Haoran seemed to adapt to the rhythm of combat and actually began to counterattack. The longer the fight dragged on, the greater Shen Haoran’s strength and speed became. Now, Ghost Gui could barely keep him in check. ’If this continues, I’ll be the one who’s defeated!’

’This won’t do! I have to end this fight quickly! I can’t let this drag on!’ Ghost Gui thought desperately. At once, the black qi on his arms surged, erupting into countless dark Sharp Arrows that blasted Shen Haoran back...

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