Chapter 1098 - 1097: Sun and Moon in the Sky

The power of the Asura Race originates from their bloodline.

Bloodline power, forever thirsting for blood.

Early on, he hailed from the Western Wilderness Demon Sect, slaughtered countless foes, invincible across Southern Heaven. His immense demonic powers derived entirely from this Asura Blood. Once the bloodline is activated, the power is limitless, knowing neither fatigue, fear of death, nor dread of pain.

He could cut down Celestial Immortals!

Fuhong, after all, was not a pure-blooded Asura, and the power of his bloodline would eventually deplete.

"Hahaha!"

Ye Qingchen erupted in wild laughter.

His True Qi surged, akin to a sea of stars enveloping the sky, turbulent Qi Blood billowed outward, his aura like a furious sea, crashing heavily toward Fuhong.

"Hoo!"

Fuhong held the knife in both hands, a glow behind his head turning black as ink dropped, the originally radiant golden ring transforming as if into a pitch-black dark moon!

This was the ultimate display of the Asura Bloodline.

Boom!

Two forces of Celestial Immortal Power collided ferociously, the massive Mount Putuo unable to withstand such terrifying force, collapsing in a thunderous crumble.

Dust became a rolling ring, like a sky curtain, instantly enveloping the heavens and earth.

Boom!

Almost simultaneous with Mount Putuo's collapse, Fuhong became a swift streak of black light, like a black tide pouring, finally transforming into a streak of black lightning.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingchen at this moment, carried an overwhelming tide, surging mightily, like a green meteor crashing toward the approaching vast black tide.

"Kaboom!"

Fierce collision, as if the sky were falling and the earth splitting.

The dust originally spreading like a celestial canopy was ripped to shreds in an instant. The surrounding spectators felt like being caught in a raging sea, swept away.

"Oh my god, run!"

"These two have let loose completely!"

"Even retreating dozens of miles might not be safe to watch!"

The surrounding spectators cried out, retreating frantically backward.

Finally, they could no longer see the figures of either side. Only a green rainbow and black streak fought in the sky, each clash raising boundless angry waves.

Wherever they passed, mountain peaks and entire forests collapsed, leveled completely, the blade and sword energies, flying Powerful Qi, stirred the heavens and earth into chaos.

"Bang!"

Ye Qingchen sliced apart the blade energy rushing toward him like wild dragon and snake dance, coldly remarked:

"Fuhong, it's useless!"

"Your Asura form may be invincible to others at the same realm, but to me, it's nothing. Your Asura Power has reached its peak, soon it will fade, how long can you sustain?"

Fuhong remained silent but his offensive surged several times.

A blade like an instant.

Swift and fierce blade momentum, like tides, one wave after another, relentlessly swept toward Ye Qingchen. Yet when this vast tide hit Ye Qingchen, it was like giant waves smashing against a rock. No matter how high the waves, how fierce the tsunami, how could they shake the rock?

Moreover, Ye Qingchen was not a rock but Mount Tai!

"Ye Qingchen!"

A futile blade, Fuhong let out an angry roar, his dark golden eyes flashed murderous intent, instantly locking on Ye Qingchen's energy:

"Dare you accept my 'Great Sun Buddha Slash'!"

Boom!

He stepped forward, pushing the Asura Blood to the limit, black energy surged, like angry flames burning. His originally towering frame grew even taller.

Shoulders, elbows, knees, grew sharp bone spurs.

An echo of mighty waters rang from within, roaring to the heavens!

This moment.

The last trace of human cultivator on Fuhong was completely erased, only a fierce demon emerging from the blood sea remained. If victorious, there'd be no return to humanity for Fuhong, living only as an Asura for the rest of life!

"Good!"

Ye Qingchen squinted.

While he could drag Fuhong to death, surrounded by Thirty-Six Sect Leaders plus all Vajra Temple disciples, variables were inevitable! Fuhong's challenge aligned with his intent!

"Buzz!"

Ye Qingchen clenched his fingers, nine rays leapt from the void. As the glow faded, visible were nine jade-like longswords, crafted from Venerable Yin Mountain's remains!

With the emergence of nine swords, Sword Qi surged through the heavens and earth. Cold sword glare, frost-like river, under the heavens, a profound killing intent.

Ye Qingchen grasped the Star Sword, the nine swords awakened as if from deep slumber, the raging winds converged rapidly, forming a long sword. Joining the nine swords, transforming into a river, followed the Star Sword dancing, slowly spun in air, becoming a bright crescent moon!

This was the Ten Thousand Treasures Sword Scripture!

The Sword Scripture hidden within the heavens, earth, sun, and moon!

"Haha!"

Fuhong laughed wildly, reversed his grip on the black knife, slowly lifted it. The lightweight blade seeming like a weighty load in his hands, each lift felt arduous.

Even more shocking.

As the blade rose, behind him emerged a dark sun, like a giant black hole, devouring all light!

This was the Vajra Temple's 'Great Sun Buddha Slash'!

Originally a supreme Buddhist blade technique of pure yang, turned so eerie under Fuhong's Asura Blood activation!

"Heavens!"

Far-off spectators, witnessing the celestial day and night, were awestruck, their mouths agape.

"This is the Celestial Battle!"

Du Li clenched his fists, endlessly aspiring.

If he possessed such power, how would he humbly plead before Ye Qingchen in a tavern?

"This battle is neither life nor death!"

Ye Bozhong squinted, even other Celestial Immortals' gazes were at peak intensity.

Many couldn't believe their eyes. Fuhong stepped forward, the black knife rapidly spun, the black sun cut towards Ye Qingchen with Heaven-shocking momentum!

Even dozens of miles away, distant spectators could feel that blade energy cutting skin painfully. Many top-level Earth Immortals, Half-Step Celestial Immortals bore tearful eyes:

"Witnessing this Celestial battle in life, a thousand deaths would suffice!"

"Come!"

Facing the descending black sun, Ye Qingchen spun his hands, lifting the blue moon horizontally!

Blue Moon against Black Sun!

Such spectacle, beyond ordinary expectation.

Amidst countless stunned gazes, sun and moon collided, erupting a fierce explosion.

Fuhong's 'Great Sun Buddha Slash' fueled by Asura Blood was ferocious, with a 'splatter' sound, countless flying swords formed by raging winds exploded.

The full crescent moon, instantly reduced to a half-moon gleam.

Yet the black sun's momentum unabated, crazily smashed down.

"Crack!"

Finally.

One bone sword couldn't hold this force, shattered into powder.

Soon followed by second, third, fourth…

Like lightning spreading, within three snaps, the nine bone swords, used by Ye Qingchen since his Human Immortal days, fought countless battles, succumbed under this slash, crumbled! Vanished!

The original half-moon gleam, only a slender hook-like crescent remained!

This was the Star Sword!

Clang!

In an instant, blade met sword.