Chapter 717 - 711: The Final Blow

BOOM...

Terrifying sonic booms continuously echoed in mid-air. Powerful gusts of wind shot out, leveling the surrounding mountain peaks. The blood-red Flood Dragon and the violet-black Sword Light each dominated half the sky, their violent Energy eroding one another. After a long moment, the two world-destroying attacks annihilated each other under the crowd’s shocked gazes...

"So... so strong!"

"To think Shen Haoran could push Su Chi this far! He’s already used the first seven forms of the Blood Spear Ten-kill Streak!"

"Shen Haoran is no weakling either. The power of that last attack was in no way inferior to Su Chi’s Blood Spear Ten-kill Streak. It seems Su Chi miscalculated, trying to compete with Shen Haoran in terms of Martial Skills and the sheer volume of Spiritual Power. The boy has quite a few tricks up his sleeve!"

"Not necessarily. No matter what, Su Chi is a Tier Nine Spirit Emperor. Even if Shen Haoran used some Secret Technique to raise his strength to a Tier Two Spirit Emperor, the Spiritual Power in his body can’t possibly be as immense as Su Chi’s. That last strike was probably everything Shen Haoran had!"

The crowd looked up toward the sky, where billowing smoke and dust obscured Shen Haoran’s position, making it impossible to tell what condition he was in.

Meanwhile, Su Chi was half-kneeling on the plaza, using the blood-red spear in his hand to support his body. He was panting heavily, and his face was somewhat pale. Unleashing four kills from the Blood Spear Ten-kill Streak in one breath was a heavy toll even for him. The massive consumption of Spiritual Power left him so weak he could barely hold his spear.

Su Chi lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the dust cloud in the air. A cold smile spread across his lips. He knew better than anyone the power of those four moves. Even he wouldn’t be confident in blocking four consecutive strikes. ’Shen Haoran should be dead for good this time.’

Up on the high platform, Shen Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and a tangible gleam of light flashed within them. He too stared intently at the dust cloud in the sky. A moment later, the corner of his mouth lifted into a cold smile. ’This Shen Haoran... he’s as stubborn as ever.’

WHOOSH...

A soft breeze blew, sweeping away the dust and smoke in mid-air and revealing Shen Haoran within. But when the crowd saw him, they couldn’t help but gasp, their faces filled with disbelief.

There was Shen Haoran, still floating in mid-air with an indifferent expression. Aside from a bit of dust, his clothes didn’t even have a single tear. His face was still ruddy, and his breathing was deep and steady—not at all the picture of exhaustion. In other words, the attack that Su Chi had poured all his remaining Spiritual Power into had achieved nothing.

"No... impossible! How is this possible!" Su Chi’s face was a mask of disbelief. ’Shen Haoran only managed to raise his strength to Tier Two Spirit Emperor with a Secret Technique! His Spiritual Power can’t possibly be more immense than mine! And with the limits of that Secret Technique, there’s no way he could unleash such a powerful attack and remain unfazed! He must be faking it! Yes, he must be!’ Su Chi roared in his heart, but he knew he was only fooling himself.

In mid-air, Shen Haoran let out a long, turbid breath. Those four moves from Su Chi had indeed been threatening; his arms were still a little numb. But thankfully, he had blocked them. More than half of his Spiritual Power was depleted. ’If it weren’t for my own strength increasing, allowing me to maximize the Wood Spirit Cyan Profound’s recovery abilities, I’d probably be in the same state as Su Chi right now.’

Shen Haoran slowly descended from the sky, his expression impassive as he looked at Su Chi. At this moment, Su Chi’s face was twisted in a savage snarl, his eyes filled with fury.

"You’ve lost," Shen Haoran said flatly.

"Heh heh, it’s not over. As long as I’m not dead, I haven’t lost!" Su Chi let out a sinister laugh, his face a picture of madness. He then retrieved a blood-red Elixir from his Storage Ring and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

BOOM...

The next moment, blood-red Spiritual Power erupted from Su Chi’s body. The previously weakened Su Chi was suddenly powerful once more. The muscles all over his body bulged, and veins popped across his skin, making him look terrifyingly monstrous.

"A Dragon Power Pill?" Shen Haoran’s brow furrowed as he watched Su Chi’s power instantly turn berserk. The Elixir Su Chi had just taken was one that could stimulate a person’s latent potential. Once consumed, although it could greatly increase one’s strength, the consequence was the permanent consumption of that potential. No one would take it unless it was a dire emergency. Yet Su Chi had swallowed it without hesitation. ’It seems Su Chi’s resentment for me runs deep!’

"Su Chi was forced to take a Dragon Power Pill!"

"What kind of monster is that Shen Haoran? Forcing Su Chi to use a Dragon Power Pill with the strength of a Tier Two Spirit Emperor... is he a Celestial God descended to the mortal world?"

"Su Chi’s strength is even greater than when he was at his peak. Can Shen Haoran still handle him?" The crowd stared at the berserk Su Chi, their eyes wide with shock.

Su Chi slowly rose to his feet, gripping his blood-red spear tightly. As blood-red Spiritual Power poured into it, a ring of bloody runes lit up on the spear shaft. As they brightened, a resounding dragon’s roar echoed from within the spear, reverberating throughout all of Wanshe Mountain. Hearing this roar, the surrounding spectators couldn’t help but cover their ears, their faces contorted in pain. The venomous snakes on Wanshe Mountain cowered and curled up, and some of the weaker ones even exploded on the spot.

When Shen Haoran heard the dragon’s roar, violet-black flames immediately surged from his body, enveloping him completely. This was the roar of a true dragon, which meant that Su Chi’s blood-red spear actually had a Dragon Soul Sealed within it!

"Shen Haoran, since I obtained this blood-red spear and learned the Blood Spear Ten-kill Streak, you are the first person to force me to use my final move! The final three forms of the Blood Spear Ten-kill Streak are actually just one move. But this one move... will be the end of you!" Su Chi growled in a low voice. He raised his blood-red spear, its tip aimed directly at Shen Haoran. Scarlet blood dripped from the point, creating an incredibly eerie sight.

At this moment, Shen Haoran stared at Su Chi with a grave expression. From the spear in Su Chi’s hand, Shen Haoran felt a threat to his very life. If he couldn’t block this next attack, the consequence would be death!

At this thought, Shen Haoran dared not hesitate for a second. The Demon Dragon Claw on his left arm instantly materialized, and rolling Celestial Thunder coalesced above his head. Flashes of violet-black lightning occasionally struck Wanshe Mountain, setting off dull rumbles.

The two men on the plaza now stood in opposition. Su Chi’s terrifying aura dominated one half of the plaza, his blood-red Energy condensing into a long, blood-red dragon coiling above his head. Opposite him, the giant, violet-black dragon formed from violet-black Celestial Thunder above Shen Haoran’s head was in no way inferior. One red, one violet-black; the energies split the plaza in two. The Martial Artists outside the plaza couldn’t help but retreat. They knew this clash would be the final one, and its power would be beyond their imagination!