Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

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With a deafening roar, the dark mist that had forced Shen Haoran back rapidly converged above Ghost Gui’s head. A sinister wind whipped through Fallen Valley as violent gales began to howl.

Shen Haoran watched the continuously gathering dark mist, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. The aura was so powerful that even he felt a hint of a threat. ’It seems Ghost Gui isn’t planning to drag this out any longer. He’s going for the decisive blow!’

At this thought, Shen Haoran took a deep breath. With a flick of his wrist, the Soul-devouring Sword reappeared in his hand. Among all his current offensive techniques, the strongest was One Sword Asura, which he had obtained from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. His other skills were powerful, but given the circumstances, it seemed only One Sword Asura could block Ghost Gui’s incoming attack.

"Great Sorrow Heaven-Tearing Hand!" Ghost Gui roared. The arm condensed from black mist rose high, and the Yin Qi above his head began to writhe. A colossal palm materialized before everyone’s eyes, accompanied by the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves. Its formidable might began to distort the surrounding space, and the black mist blotted out half the sky.

Seeing this, Shen Haoran raised the Soul-devouring Sword horizontally before his chest, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. Countless fierce Sword Lights began to shine from his body, and a humming sound emanated from the Soul-devouring Sword. Immediately after, black and yellow flames erupted from within Shen Haoran, surging madly toward the sword in his hand. The dazzling firelight illuminated the other half of the sky, making it as bright as day.

In mid-air, the two energies, one black and one white, split the sky apart in a spectacular sight. Ghost Gui’s massive black hand continued to condense, while the Sword Light around Shen Haoran’s sword grew increasingly dense. The Soul-devouring Sword itself was now erupting with brilliant rays of light, as if about to tear space itself asunder.

At a certain moment, both Ghost Gui’s and Shen Haoran’s attacks seemed to have reached their absolute peak. Their gazes locked, and in the next instant, as if by a silent agreement, they both struck simultaneously.

"Great Sorrow Heaven-Tearing Hand!"

"One Sword Asura!"

As the two roars echoed, the massive black hand above Ghost Gui’s head suddenly flipped over. Carrying with it a heavenly might, it slammed down toward Shen Haoran. Wherever the giant hand passed, dark cracks appeared in the air. Its immense power was actually tearing through space, forming spatial rifts!

On the other side, Shen Haoran’s One Sword Asura was by no means weaker than Ghost Gui’s Great Sorrow Heaven-Tearing Hand. A sharp Sword Aura flared, and a Giant Sword that spanned the horizon materialized from the Soul-devouring Sword. The fierce Sword Qi it carried seemed capable of sundering the very heavens and earth. One Sword Asura was originally an Earth Tier High Level Martial Skill. Now, unleashed by the Quasi-Sacred Artifact, the Soul-devouring Sword, its power was more than doubled.

High in the sky, under the shocked gazes of all who watched, the giant palm and the brilliant Sword Light collided with a thunderous crash. In an instant, a deafening sound erupted, and all of Fallen Valley began to tremble. And this was only the beginning of the tremors!

After the initial roar, a terrifying Energy storm instantly broke out and raged across the valley. The sharp Sword Qi and the sinister dark mist continuously corroded each other. The overflowing Energy acted like a pulverizer; anything it touched, be it a massive boulder or a towering ancient tree, was instantly turned to dust. The ground itself cracked open, and with the sound of shattering rock, countless fissures spread out like a spiderweb. A large swath of buildings within Fallen Valley collapsed in an instant, falling like fields of wheat being scythed down.

Shen Haoran and Ghost Gui were both struck by the blast of Energy. Their bodies were thrown backward, and they couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

As Ghost Gui coughed up blood, a large number of the Fallen Valley disciples on the ground fainted outright. The powerful collision hadn’t injured Ghost Gui alone. Because the Array of Ten Thousand Demons linked him to the disciples, they too were now bearing the terrifying impact of the two Martial Skills. But those disciples lacked Ghost Gui’s formidable constitution. Some died on the spot, and even the Second Elder collapsed, vomiting blood, his face turning deathly pale.

However, Shen Haoran wasn’t in good shape either. His chest heaved violently, and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Ghost Gui’s Great Sorrow Heaven-Tearing Hand had also reached the Earth Tier High Level, and even Shen Haoran could barely withstand its immense impact. Furthermore, unleashing One Sword Asura had almost completely drained his Spiritual Power. If not for the support of Elder Yan’s Spiritual Thought, Shen Haoran wouldn’t even have the strength to stand.

Wiping a hand over his Storage Ring, Shen Haoran stuffed several Spirit Revitalizing Pills into his mouth. He chewed them a couple of times before swallowing them down and beginning the Refinement process. Feeling a small trickle of Spiritual Power flowing through his meridians, Shen Haoran finally let out a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Ghost Gui, not far away, stared at Shen Haoran as if he had seen a ghost. His last attack had reached the power of the Peak of a Tier Seven Spirit Emperor, and it had completely exhausted his Spiritual Power. The arms condensed from dark mist had already dissipated, and the Array of Ten Thousand Demons below had been broken by the impact. Yet, even with all that, he had failed to inflict significant damage on Shen Haoran. In contrast, the sharp Sword Qi had already invaded Ghost Gui’s own body and was now running rampant. Some of his fragile meridians had snapped, and he couldn’t stop himself from spitting out another mouthful of black blood.

"Hmph. I’ll finish you off while you’re weak!" Seeing the weakened Ghost Gui, Shen Haoran snorted coldly. He forced himself to rally, mobilizing the small amount of Spiritual Power he had just recovered. In a flash, he charged toward Ghost Gui!

Seeing Shen Haoran charging at him, Ghost Gui’s expression changed drastically. He tried to retreat, but the feeling of emptiness from within his body made him waver, and he fell directly from the sky.

The Soul-devouring Sword in Shen Haoran’s hand gleamed with a sharp light as he thrust it toward Ghost Gui’s heart. The fierce wind from the attack gave Ghost Gui a taste of death.

However, just as the Soul-devouring Sword was about to pierce Ghost Gui’s heart, an extremely intense sense of crisis flared up from behind Shen Haoran. In the next instant, he abandoned the idea of killing Ghost Gui. The Vermilion Bird Wings on his back flapped violently, and his body turned into an afterimage as he shot backward.

SHHCK...

A soft sound was heard. Although Shen Haoran had retreated extremely quickly, one of his Vermilion Bird Wings was still pierced by a bolt of black Spiritual Power. He lost his balance for a moment and nearly fell from the sky.

After forcibly stabilizing himself, Shen Haoran snapped his head up and looked toward a certain point in the void. A middle-aged man dressed in black martial attire stood there. His face bore a slight resemblance to Ouyang Shaoyu, the man Shen Haoran had killed.

"Ouyang Feng!" Shen Haoran took a deep breath and coldly spoke the middle-aged man’s name.

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