NOVEL WEB Chapter 405: Peak Cutting
The breath caught in their throats, and Ye Sui and the other person stared in shock at Zhu Haomiao, but their offensive was already like an arrow on a bowstring, impossible to stop, forcing them to charge forward with gritted teeth.
Swish~
Two golden sabers tore through the air, trailing brilliant tails of fire, like two golden meteors streaking across the sky, descending upon Zhu Haomiao with a world-destroying momentum.
Yet facing this terrifying attack, Zhu Haomiao did not dodge or evade, instead swinging his fists backhanded towards their chests.
[Constant Star Melting Furnace Body Tempering Technique]!
[Heavenly Gang Strength·Imprisonment Formation]!
Clang~
Boom!
The golden sabers and iron fists fell on each other simultaneously, and a golden Little Sun exploded in mid-air.
A flash of divine flame vanished, and two dark shadows were driven straight into the ground, releasing terrifying power. The once solid earth heaved like a liquid ocean, creating a ripple over ten meters high.
The towering "wave" advanced slowly like a wall, rapidly spreading, sending thousands of centaurs flying, casting them into the sky.
"Aooaah~"
Countless centaurs fell like raindrops, tumbling and disoriented, with some weaker ones gravely injured and spitting blood.
Just the aftermath of the attack was enough to throw the enemy formation into chaos. Zhu Haomiao looked down at the centaurs wailing and crying on the ground, a mischievous smile playing at his lips.
Having released two layers of seals, the small black-clad youth radiated an invisible light of the spirit, like a slowly expanding dark sun hanging in the sky, unconsciously exerting an inexplicable pressure on all living beings below.
Like observing interesting ants, Zhu Haomiao gazed down at the chaotic enemy army, soon shifting his focus back to the majestic snowy peak not far away.
On the summit of that snowy peak, a magnificent temple stood proudly, its gilded outer walls shimmering under the sunlight with a beautiful, dreamlike sheen, like a huge precious gem embedded in the mountaintop, shining resplendently.
In Zhu Haomiao's spiritual vision, the temple was radiating a grand and warm Buddha Light, the mystical light resembling a lighthouse piercing the boundary between illusion and reality, acting as a beacon on the illusory side, resonating with the portals on the real side, thereby constructing a grand passage.
Without a moment's hesitation, the black-clad youth reached out with an empty hand, drawing a dark, black eight-sided Han Sword from thin air, a terrifying Dharma Form over a hundred meters tall emerging behind him.
Three heads and six arms, the giant burning with Red Lotus Karma Fire towered like a mountain, following the movement of its body, condensing a luxurious treasure sword in its grasp piercing the heavens.
The black-clad youth fixed his gaze on the gilded temple at the mountain's summit, but his dark pupils penetrated the material, peering into a deeper target.
Centered around the temple on the Sacred Mountain, the vast region spanning tens of thousands of miles bore a unique mark, forming a symbolic anchor.
Simple material destruction at most could only temporarily damage it; only by erasing its [symbol] from a higher dimension and more fundamental level could the [gate] bridging the two realms be truly destroyed.
With a newfound understanding, Zhu Haomiao narrowed his dark pupils, a tide-like Qi Force bursting forth from his body.
[Stacked Waves Strength·Fierce Wave]
Instantly, a sharp and peerlessly keen gleam formed on the eight-sided Han Sword, the destructive Power of Laws materializing, manifesting as a thin, beautiful cold radiance like a cicada's wings.
[Armor Breaking Force·Triumph]
[Flying Brilliance·Star Fall]
The Three Forces Combined, the extraordinary power from his body projected onto the Dharma Form, the [Asura King] with three heads and six arms rolling in Red Lotus Karma Fire, like a torrential blood sea, the elegant sword in hand bursting into terrifying, blazing black flames.
Slash!
Infusing all his energy, Zhu Haomiao softly slashed with the sword, the majestic eight-sided Han Sword cut through the air over a great distance, targeting the golden pinnacle of the snowy summit.
In stark contrast to the gentle movement of his body, the mountain-like [Asura King] Dharma Form roared fiercely, muscles rippling, raising the treasured sword high, sweeping and cleaving with a world-ending momentum, as if slicing through the dominant snowy peak.
Inside the temple on the snowy peak, countless monks gazed blankly at this spectacle, minds in chaos.
Why is this happening?
How can a mere youth from China possess such terrifying great power?
Where is the Child of Destiny?
Come help!
Facing annihilation, the monks' rational minds clashed against the eerie twisting force from the unknown, making them vaguely sense something amiss.
They... seemed to have underestimated...
But before they could figure it out, a slash of dark flame-condensed sword light swept across, erasing the entire summit of the snow-covered mountain.
Boom!
As if a hot knife through butter, the materialized dark sword light obliterated everything.
In an instant, the entire world dimmed, as if all light was swallowed by that terrifying dark sword light, leaving only absolute silence and destruction.
Rumble~
When the centaurs within tens of miles came to their senses from shock, the towering Sacred Mountain that had accompanied them for generations had changed; the beautiful, eternally snow-covered summit had completely vanished, leaving only a smooth, mirror-like cross-section.
On the other side, having leveled the summit of the snowy peak with a single slash, Zhu Haomiao didn't look back, taking a slow, deep breath as the three-headed, six-armed Dharma Form of the [Asura King] behind him struck backhandedly, its huge fists colliding fiercely with two dazzling beams of golden light.
Boom!
A violent shockwave exploded in mid-air, uprooting the grass from the distant ground, revealing a deep dark pit hundreds of meters in diameter.
A sharp pain on the fist edge made Zhu Haomiao lift his hand, looking at the two blood-red marks on the back of his hand, turning in surprise to look back.
In his sight, two towering centaur brothers roared in anger, their entire world responding to their will, boundless energy pouring forth, igniting divine golden flames in their eyes.
Shrouded in a layer of fiercely burning pale golden flame, the two centaur brothers raised their golden sabers, standing upright, their massive muscles flexing and rolling, like beings from myth and legend, delivering an unparalleled visual impact.
"Destroy my Sacred Mountain, die!"
Watching the enemy roar and charge again, Zhu Haomiao curved his lips, stirring the Qi Force, and raised his sword to sweep across.
"Light of Fireflies..."
In a soft murmur, the gigantic [Asura King] Dharma Form mirrored the body's movement, raising its sword to slice across.
The nearly hundred-meter-long giant sword crashing down like a mountain, colliding heavily with the golden saber radiating brilliant divine flame.
Boom!
The earth-shaking roar spread across hundreds of miles, the golden flames and black flames clashed, the two centaurs twisted their faces, summoning all their strength, yet were still gradually overwhelmed by the mountain-like giant sword.
Sizzle~
Blinding lightning snakes flickered at the point of clash, and after a brief stalemate, Zhu Haomiao narrowed his eyes, imbued the eight-sided Han Sword with the enigmatic extraordinary force.
[Penetration Energy·Thunderbolt]!