Time was short. Chen Xin didn't give the Golden Dragon King and the God of Destruction much time to be shocked; with a flicker of his figure, he rushed at the two.
First target: the Golden Dragon King, whose colossal body was like a giant bullseye.
The Golden Dragon King wasn't some weakling like Qian Xunji. Its flesh was as hard as a super divine weapon. It immediately raised its golden dragon claw to meet Chen Xin's longsword.
Unfortunately, that incomparably powerful body was like a sheet of waste paper before Chen Xin at this moment. In an instant, his sword sliced it open, revealing the flesh beneath the golden armor.
The Golden Dragon King howled in pain. In all these years, when had it ever suffered this kind of injury? Even the Asura God could only seal it, never break through its defense.
"God of Destruction, aren't you going to act? Do you want the God Realm to disappear?"
The God of Destruction had been watching the show. He wasn't truly helping the Evil Sword Immortal, and he and the Golden Dragon King were mortal enemies—how could he possibly help it?
The anxious Evil Sword Immortal could only use the God Realm Core to transmit a threat to him. Helpless, the God of Destruction had to make a move.
Annihilating Divine Thunder—he used the same move again. Throughout this battle, he never wanted to unleash his true ultimate, World-Annihilation. This showed he still held a sliver of hope—especially seeing how Chen Xin now fought. Compared to pinning hopes on the Evil Sword Immortal showing mercy and returning the God Realm Core after leaving their world, he preferred to defeat the Evil Sword Immortal.
The not-at-full-power Annihilating Divine Thunder blasted toward Chen Xin. Chen Xin flicked his left hand: a red-hilted longsword flew out, instantly warding off all lightning. It was the former Sword God's divine weapon, the Qingjue Sword.
With the Seven Kill Sword in his right hand battling the Golden Dragon King, Chen Xin casually tapped with the fingers of his left hand, remotely controlling the Qingjue Sword. With peerlessly exquisite swordcraft, he sealed every attack route of the God of Destruction.
This was the Shu Mountain Sect's sword-controlling art.
The God of Destruction secretly marveled. As expected of the Sword God of this era—this swordcraft was far beyond the former Sword God and the Asura God.
Facing Chen Xin, the Golden Dragon King kept swinging its dragon claws and golden wings, spitting dragon waves, but Chen Xin simply used overwhelming force to crush technique. With power ten times that of a first-tier god, the Golden Dragon King's strength simply couldn't compare.
The wounds on its body numbered hundreds more than Qian Xunji's earlier. Each cut was deep to the bone. It was only thanks to its powerful physical might—any other first-tier god would have been dismembered by Chen Xin by now.
Only, Chen Xin still couldn't find the Golden Dragon King's vital point; he didn't know where its heart was. These injuries still weren't enough to settle the match.
So Chen Xin flew toward the dragon's head. That made the Golden Dragon King even more terrified: for most creatures, the head is fatal.
Panicking, the Golden Dragon King fought even more sloppily, even using its mouth to bite the oncoming Seven Kill Sword, ignoring how its lips and teeth were being shredded by sword qi.
With his sword gripped, Chen Xin had to spin-kick the Golden Dragon King's temple. The massive body crashed downward, leveling several mountain ranges before stopping—after all, Chen Xin's strength was eight times that of a first-rank god.
As the avatar of the Dragon God's evil thought, inheriting the Dragon God's mighty physique, when had the Golden Dragon King ever been this aggrieved?
The terrifying aftermath ravaged the surroundings. Ning Rongrong, the only first-rank god left, flew everywhere containing the spread of force. That was all she could do now.
At the center of the battlefield, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong fared even worse. They were merely Titled Douluo. Gu Rong's undying body could keep him alive, but shielding Ning Fengzhi from all energy made him feel like he was in the eighteenth level of hell, suffering death by a thousand cuts every moment.
"Uncle Bone, I'm sorry. Every time I make you my shield to bear such pain. Back when we traveled the continent, you were always the one who took the most hits," Ning Fengzhi said apologetically.
"Haha, think nothing of it. Compared to Chen Xin facing such a powerful foe, this little pain of mine is nothing," Gu Rong laughed heartily.
Being able to contribute in such a heaven-shaking battle, Gu Rong felt that even dying would be worth it.
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On the mountain, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Tang Xiao, and the others had only one thought: "Seven Treasures Glazed Sword-and-Bone combo, so strong. Sword Dao Chen Xin, so fierce!"
"So these are the three who supported the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect before Jun Tianlin appeared? That so-called Golden Iron Triangle of Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Flender doesn't hold a candle. Only a combination like this deserves the title of Iron Triangle," Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed.
Pride filled Ning Rongrong's eyes. If anyone in the world could give her a sense of safety that rivaled Tianlin, it would be her loving father and her two grandpas.
Indeed, even with three god-kings as the enemy, they could still stand before her and shield her from the storm.
"God of Destruction, if you still don't use your full strength, I'll destroy the God Realm immediately." The Evil Sword Immortal grew increasingly anxious. Bibi Dong had suddenly gone out of control, Qian Xunji was killed, and the God of Destruction was paying lip service. If the Golden Dragon King died too, his lineup to reclaim the God of Lust would be wiped out.
Then he'd have to wait until he fully controlled the Core to keep the gate open and act personally—but that would take two more days. He and Tianlin were linked; he could sense Tianlin's strength was approaching his. When they fought, the outcome would be uncertain.
In fact, compared to him, who'd been hiding, the battle-hardened Tianlin had a much higher chance to win.
But this time, the God of Destruction turned a deaf ear. He had been watching Chen Xin's swordplay. Chen Xin's Qingjue Sword seemed to be fighting him, but the path of the blade obviously spelled words.
Sword God Chen Xin could actually fight the Golden Dragon King to the death while remotely controlling Qingjue Sword to deliver a message through the very act of combat.
Ning Fengzhi's stratagems were never half measures. Until the Evil Sword Immortal was completely destroyed, his planning wouldn't stop. Now, what Chen Xin conveyed to the God of Destruction was the next part of the plan.
"What a plan!" the God of Destruction thought. "What a Ning Fengzhi. When this war ends, I'll bring you to the God Realm no matter what. If I survive and finish atoning, I must share a drink with you."
Though stubborn, the God of Destruction never refused to admit fault. The Evil Sword Immortal's rise and rampage across the God and human realms were largely his fault. He would atone—ten thousand, a million years—until his sins were cleansed.
Then he could face Ning Fengzhi with a clean conscience. To talk freely with such a person would be one of life's great pleasures.
"World-Annihilation!"
At that moment, the God of Destruction finally used his strongest ultimate, targeting not only Chen Xin, but both Chen Xin and the Golden Dragon King.
In his hand appeared a massive black thunder orb, rimmed with a layer of blue-violet, containing a storm of destruction—destructive intent at its apex.