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The Black River was torn apart by an axe, but the split Black River converged from both sides and transformed into a spear shape that directly struck the War God, submerging him in its torrential flow.

Yet the axe swung by the War God also pierced through the sky, flying toward the Sìxiàng.

Sìxiàng's pupils shrank as he shifted to the left, but the axe light, as if possessing spirituality, unexpectedly followed the movement.

At the last moment, Sìxiàng's body explosively burst open, transforming into lightning as he dodged diagonally forward.

He narrowly avoided the strike.

Suddenly, Sìxiàng turned his head to look at his left wing, paused for half a second, then his left wing abruptly split in two, the severed place smooth as new.

It was a close call; it was almost his body, not his wing, that had been cut.

Below, as the Black River dissipated, the Minotaur War God was still in the axe-swinging pose, but the golden light on his body had become extremely dim, and it was covered in cracks.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." the Minotaur War God let go of his chest that he was covering, revealing a bowl-sized bloody hole, front to back clear through, well-lit.

Through the wound, it could be seen that there were no blood or organs inside; it was entirely some kind of highly condensed energy body.

This injury was negligible for him.

With a deep inhale, a golden light flickered at his chest, and the wound began to heal from the inside.

However, halfway through the healing, it was hindered by the Law of Darkness condensed near the wound, the golden Law intertwining with the black Law, and the Law of Darkness remaining at the wound was finally being cleared away...

"Hahahaha, interesting, interesting indeed." With one hand, he thrust his battle-axe into the ground, fists clashing, the Minotaur War God couldn't help but burst into laughter.

His eyes fiery like torches, he stared fiercely at Sìxiàng, "To be able to injure me, I recognize your strength. Among the Ancient Gods, you truly belong to the elite!"

"But this power beyond your limit, how many more times can you use it? Submit to me, it is your last opportunity."

As his voice fell, the War God clenched his fist high, and once again threw a punch.

"National Suppression - Hundred Strikes."

He swung his arms continuously, each punch as strong as the very first one.

His arms, like pillars propping up the heavens, poured down a surge of overwhelming power wave after wave, like raging sea waves, punch shadows tearing the void, the surrounding earth shaking.

Sìxiàng was like a small boat in a storm, swaying with the wind, struggling to dodge.

At this moment, the Law of Speed played a crucial role; without it, he would have already been struck.

In Sìxiàng's sea of consciousness, Chen Xing directly witnessed the Minotaur War God's move, like a sudden, relentless storm, one move following the other without pause.

So powerful, this is what being like a god is.

Each of his punches could easily explode a high-ranking Ascender.

If this were not the Dark Realm, relying on the home ground advantage, plus Sìxiàng already beginning to attempt the transition to godhood, and with the aid of two Divine Artifacts, he might not have lasted this long against the Minotaur War God.

Chen Xing suddenly grew curious about how strong those who had emerged from the Epic Path and ascended to challenge the gods were, to be able to contend against gods in the Ascension Realm.

Chen Xing asked, "How many times can you still perform that move?"

"Five times," Sìxiàng's answer came as his figure continuously retreated, ahead, the myriad punch shadows like a dragon tearing the void, fiercely attacking, the mountains along the path collapsing under the barrage of punches.

Despite this, Sìxiàng's speed was always just a shade faster than the punches, narrowly avoiding them.

Five times, this number resonated in Chen Xing's mind.

It wasn't a small number, but also not one to be squandered.

Better than the cards that could only be used once or twice before exhausting one's power, but still far from being freely used.

"Your Authority, can it be applied in other ways to limit him?" Chen Xing's gaze revealed deep contemplation.

The imprisonment of Authority, in a narrow sense, means forcibly confining someone within a certain area, depriving them of their freedom of movement or from leaving the designated area.

But in a broader context, the scope of imprisonment is much wider, not just limited to an individual, but can include an area, or even other more abstract, more expansive forms of confinement.

"Yes, but I only have one chance to act," Sìxiàng's voice was steady and firm, "If he is prepared, next time won't be so easy."

His power was ultimately a whole major realm below the opponent; if it had been within the same realm, applying Authority would undoubtedly be much easier.

What puzzled him was that so far, the opponent had not used any Authority.

Could it be that the opponent simply did not possess any Authority? Well... it was not impossible.

After all, the opponent was among the first gods to awaken.

Although he was unclear on which aspects the awakening of the gods depended.

"Then imprison the traits of his divine body," Chen Xing's eyes flashed with determination, "I refuse to believe that, without the traits of a divine body, he can still not die."

"Good," Sìxiàng also felt this was a good choice.

However, the opponent's physique was special; the tempered divine body was like a digital avatar in a game, fundamentally without weaknesses.

Boom!

While they were conversing, the Minotaur War God suddenly accelerated, launching a heavy punch head-on.

Sìxiàng was grazed by the aftershock of the punch wind, his left arm explosively burst, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

However, Sìxiàng's expression remained calm and composed, and even as his arm exploded, there was no trace of panic; his actions were still calm and resolute.

His eagle eyes quietly calculating the time,

Three,

Two,

One,

Suddenly, around the Minotaur War God's body, numerous pale grey lines appeared. If viewed from a high vantage point, these countless grey lines would weave into the ancient god pattern of "imprison" from the Exotic Region, firmly sealing the surroundings of the Minotaur War God.

The Minotaur War God's movements paused as if he was bound by invisible shackles.

In an instant, Sìxiàng reappeared in front of him, his palm condensing a profound black vortex, heavily striking the War God's chest.

"Authority..." the Minotaur War God struggled to utter two words, then was heavily knocked into the ground, dust flying, his figure gradually disappearing from sight.

Chasing the desperate foe with residual courage is better than seeking false reputation by emulating the overlord.

In the instant the Minotaur War God hit the ground, Sìxiàng pursued the victory.

The surrounding Dark Law of Darkness responded to his call, instantly condensing into countless spears, like meteors severing the sky, with destructive power densely shooting toward where the Minotaur War God was.

Upon seeing this, the Minotaur War God roared, attempting to resist this overwhelming attack with his robust physique. However, under the bombardment of those Law spears, his body seemed to be sliced by countless blades, flesh scattering, agony unbearable.

Sìxiàng did not grant him a chance to breathe, his figure flashed, appearing again next to the Minotaur War God, another palm strike released. The Dark Law of Darkness transformed into numerous black chains, firmly binding the War God's limbs, his fingertips aiming at his back of the head, the Dark Realm's origin power concentrated in one finger.

"Farewell."

With one finger pointed out, the large body of the Minotaur War God suddenly stiffened, paused for a moment, then with a thunderous noise, collapsed onto the ground.