Chapter 43 Body and Sword as One - Gods and Demons Annihilated! Chen Xin's Demise?!
Exploding Soul Rings!
This is the most extreme and tragic life-or-death method for a Soul Master!
At the cost of permanently losing a Soul Ring, one gains terrifying power that instantly surpasses the limits!
Chen Xin is actually gambling with his life and all his cultivation, unleashing the final sword strike of his life!
"No! Uncle Sword! Don't!"
Ning Fengzhi roared shrilly, trying to stop him.
But he was pushed away by an invisible sword aura, unable to get close.
Chen Xin's body began to become transparent, as if merging into the already cracked Seven Kill Sword.
All his life, soul, and will would converge into this final strike!
Chen Xin's gaze pierced through time and space, as if he saw that spirited young man.
He saw the countless days and nights he had spent practicing swordsmanship, and the sect he had protected his entire life.
Finally, Chen Xin's gaze settled on Wei Ang's arrogant face.
"The Emperor of the Sun and Moon Continent..."
"Take this...final sword strike!"
"Ninth Soul Skill - Body and Sword as One - Annihilation of Gods and Demons!" Facing Chen Xin's desperate gamble, Wei Ang's cruel smile finally vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
Wei Ang could clearly feel that the Seven Kill Sword, on the verge of shattering, contained a pure, extreme destructive will that could threaten his life!
"Want to perish with me? You're not worthy!"
Wei Ang roared, holding nothing back.
The Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon phantom behind Wei Ang let out a deafening roar.
Every scale on its massive body shone with brilliant purple light, pouring endless soul power into Wei Ang's body.
And at that moment, another cold and resolute voice rang out.
"Seventh Soul Skill - Nine-Colored Dragon Soul True Body!"
Ning Junlan's expression was icy, without the slightest hesitation.
With a thought, her Martial Soul, the Nine-Colored Glazed Dragon, transformed into a pagoda behind her. The nine-story pagoda, its body coiled with ferocious dragon shadows, soared into the sky!
(The name was changed from Nine Treasure Glazed Dragon to Nine-Colored Glazed Dragon after receiving feedback.)
Seven Soul Rings shone brightly on the pagoda, and streams of crimson light shot out, precisely striking Wei Ang, who had transformed into the Purple-Gold Dragon God.
"Nine colors have names: First, Strength! Second, Speed! Third, Soul!"
In an instant, six terrifying amplifications were bestowed upon Wei Ang!
Each amplification far surpassed Ning Fengzhi's Soul Skills of the same level.
In his Martial Soul True Body state, it reached an astonishing 135% amplification!
The Purple-Gold Dragon God's aura surged again, and the purple energy sphere, already at its peak of concentration, even began to crackle with black lightning.
This was a sign that the energy was too immense, even the space itself could not withstand it!
On the other side, Ning Fengzhi watched Chen Xin, whose life was about to burn out, tears streaming down his face.
"Uncle Sword—!"
Ning Fengzhi let out a mournful roar, also activating his Martial Soul True Body!
"Seventh Soul Skill - Seven Treasures True Body!"
A magnificent seven-story pagoda rose from the ground, its seven-colored light flowing, radiating a sacred and tragic brilliance.
"The seven treasures are named: first, strength; second, speed..."
Ning Fengzhi's voice choked with emotion as he poured all his soul power and all his beliefs into this pagoda.
It transformed into the purest auxiliary light, surging into Chen Xin's already transparent body.
Under the unreserved 80% all-attribute amplification of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul True Body, Chen Xin's dying flame of life, as if doused with the most potent divine oil, suddenly burned to an unprecedented peak!
Buzz—!
The Seven Kill Sword, riddled with cracks, seemed to come alive at this moment.
Every crack on the sword transformed into golden veins surging with endless sword intent.
Chen Xin's figure completely disappeared, merging with the sword and transforming into a pure, indescribable sword light that pierced through heaven and earth!
This sword light, lacking any earth-shattering power, rendered the entire Sky Arena, and everything beyond it, colorless.
It was the only one!
"Go!"
"Die!"
Accompanied by Wei Ang's roar and Chen Xin's final, soul-stirring sword cry, two attacks, each condensing the life's cultivation of four top experts, were unleashed!
The purplish-black energy sphere imbued with the might of a destructive dragon, and the eternal sword light carrying protection and resolve, collided violently in the center of the arena!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Time and space seemed to lose their meaning at this moment.
The entire world fell into a deathly white silence.
Everyone watching the Sky Arena, whether titled Douluo or ordinary civilians, had their sight and hearing completely stripped away, their minds left only a blank.
This extreme silence lasted less than a second.
The next moment—
BOOM!!!
A destructive storm swept wildly in all directions from the point of impact!
The extreme sword light and the domineering purple flames tore and annihilated each other in a frenzied battle!
The seemingly indestructible celestial arena, before this power, crumbled like paper, disintegrating inch by inch from the center into dust!
The energy storm lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly dissipating.
When everyone regained their vision and saw the scene on the arena clearly, they all gasped in shock.
Nearly two-thirds of the once massive arena had disappeared, leaving only a small, broken area at the edge.
Ning Junlan's face was pale, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, clearly suffering from the backlash in the previous clash.
But she still stood there, her gaze fixed on the center of the battlefield.
There, Wei Ang's figure reappeared.
His purple-gold dragon god form had shattered, and he had reverted to human form.
Wei Ang knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his hand on the ground, breathing heavily.
Wei Ang's imperial robes were tattered, and a deep, bone-revealing sword wound was visible on his chest.
Golden divine blood was constantly seeping from it, running from his left shoulder to his right abdomen.
Although he blocked the sword, he paid a heavy price!
"Madman...you utter madman!"
Wei Ang raised his head, his eyes filled with the shock of surviving a disaster and boundless rage.
He never imagined that Chen Xin would risk his life for this so-called competition!
Inside the Burial Coffin, Wei Yuan's expression was also quite interesting.
"This Chen Xin, he's gone mad, hasn't he?"
"However..."
"It seems that the Heavenly Curtain favors Chen Xin, perhaps it will resurrect him?"
Wei Yuan's expression was somewhat complex.
It seems that Chen Xin has 'benefited from misfortune' this time.
And opposite Wei Ang, there was no one left.
The Seven Kill Sword that had accompanied Chen Xin throughout his life had completely turned into countless specks of light, dissipating with the wind.
Chen Xin's body had also turned into countless crystalline particles of light, slowly drifting away.
He had used everything he had to unleash that stunning sword strike, and had also reached the end of his life.
"Uncle Sword..."
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