170: Chapter 167 The Arrival of Five Demon Ancestors!

The bodies of the three phantoms stiffened abruptly.

The violent aura on them, capable of burning the sky and boiling the seas, dissipated instantly without a trace at this moment, like a punctured balloon.

In their eyes, those emotionless gazes showed a trace of bewilderment for the first time.

The next moment.

Crack...

A faint shattering sound rang out.

On the bodies of the three extremely powerful phantoms, spiderweb-like cracks appeared.

Immediately, they shattered with a boom!

They did not turn into nothingness, but instead transformed into brilliant starlight filling the sky. As if drawn by some mysterious power, they turned into three torrents and surged entirely into Chen Zhiwen's body!

In an instant!

An indescribably massive amount of energy, like a bursting galaxy, swept wildly through Chen Zhiwen's limbs and bones!

This energy was pure to the extreme; it was the essence of the lifelong cultivation of three Late-stage Great Grandmaster Body Cultivators!

Under the tempering of this energy, Chen Zhiwen's Physical Body groaned under the unbearable burden!

His skin cracked inch by inch, and golden blood seeped out, instantly dyeing him into a bloodied man!

His bones were constantly shattering and then reconstructing!

His Meridians were constantly snapping and then reconnecting!

This was an unimaginable pain, enough to make anyone with a firm will collapse!

But Chen Zhiwen gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes flashing with a crazy and resolute light!

He circulated the Soul Tempering Undying Scripture, his powerful Soul Power guarding the last trace of clarity, wildly guiding that massive energy to temper every inch of his flesh and every inch of his bones!

This was a process of breaking and then establishing!

It was a process of a Phoenix undergoing Nirvana and being Reborn from the ashes!

He did not know how long had passed; perhaps it was an instant, or perhaps ten thousand years.

When that massive energy was finally completely absorbed and refined by him.

Boom!!!

A force of blood and Qi, several times stronger than before, erupted within his body like an awakened ancient savage Dragon!

The injuries on his body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His newly grown skin was crystalline like jade, shimmering with a faint precious light.

His Physical Body strength reached a shocking level!

His Body Refining cultivation successfully achieved a Breakthrough!

Grandmaster Realm, Middle Stage!

Chen Zhiwen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Feeling the explosive power within his body, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He raised his head, his gaze landing on the light gate not far away that led to the final level of the prison suppressing pagoda, the ninth level.

His eyes became incomparably deep.

This eighth level required defeating three phantoms of Late-stage Great Grandmaster Body Cultivators.

If not for his triple-path cultivation and his deep Foundation, which far exceeded ordinary people, passing this would have been almost impossible.

He could not imagine how terrifying the trial of the legendary ninth level would be!

After pondering for a moment, Chen Zhiwen finally shook his head.

He chose not to continue challenging the levels.

One must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time.

Although his strength had skyrocketed, his Foundation was still somewhat unstable and needed time to settle and consolidate.

With a thought, his figure disappeared into this Void Realm.

...

Inside the secret chamber, Chen Zhiwen's figure appeared again.

He did not immediately leave seclusion, but instead sat cross-legged, continuing to consolidate his skyrocketed cultivation.

Time passed bit by bit in this monotonous cultivation.

In the blink of an eye, the three-day deadline had arrived.

On this day, the weather was perfect.

Outside the mountain gate of the Zetian Sect, it was already crowded with people, gathering countless figures.

These figures included Human Race Cultivators from various Sects and Imperial Dynasties of Huangzhou, as well as many North Sea Demon Clan members with fierce auras and soaring Demonic Qi.

Everyone's gaze carried a trace of nervousness and anticipation as they looked toward the mist-shrouded mountain gate of the Zetian Sect.

Today, an epoch-making battle, worthy of being recorded in the history books of Huangzhou, was about to unfold here!

The sun was high in the sky.

Just as everyone was waiting somewhat impatiently.

From the distant horizon, five terrifying auras suddenly arrived!

Those auras were like five ancient demon mountains descending from the sky, carrying an unrivaled pressure that caused everyone present to hold their breath!

The sky seemed to darken!

In an instant, five figures with auras as deep as the abyss appeared above the Zetian Sect.

The leader was dressed in a blue Dragon robe, with a majestic face and two horns on his head. His pair of golden vertical pupils were filled with cold killing intent and contempt.

It was none other than the Old Ancestor of the North Sea Biyou Flood Dragon Clan, Ao Shang!

The four people behind him were also renowned Great Grandmaster Realm powerhouses of the North Sea Demon Clan, each exuding terrifying Demonic Qi capable of changing the color of the world!

Five Great Grandmasters of the Demon Clan had arrived together!

This force was enough to sweep across any power in Huangzhou!

"Chen Zhiwen!"

Ao Shang looked down from above, his voice like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the entire Zetian Sect.

"The three-day deadline has arrived. Get out here and die!"

His voice was filled with unquestionable arrogance and killing intent.

However, just as his voice fell.

A figure dressed in a purple robe, with an upright posture and an imposing noble air, slowly walked out from within the Zetian Sect.

With one step, he appeared in mid-air, arriving opposite Ao Shang and the other four.

With Chen Zhiwen's appearance, the already incredibly oppressive atmosphere at the scene suddenly became heavy to the extreme!

It was as if the air had frozen at this moment!

All the onlookers involuntarily held their breath, staring fixedly at the six figures high in the sky.

They knew that the battle which would decide the future landscape of Huangzhou was about to begin!

Ao Shang looked at Chen Zhiwen before him, killing intent surging in his golden vertical pupils.

He had no pleasantries or polite words. Regarding Chen Zhiwen, he had only one thought, and that was... kill!

"Kill!"

A shout erupted from his mouth!

Boom!!!

Ao Shang attacked first. He struck out with a palm, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color. Endless water from the North Sea seemed to be summoned by him out of thin air, transforming into a blue giant claw that covered the sky and sun, grabbing fiercely towards Chen Zhiwen!

At the same time, the four Great Grandmasters of the Demon Clan behind him also moved simultaneously!

Some spat out Demonic fire, burning the Void Realm!

Some unleashed Magic Treasures, with brilliant divine light!

Some revealed their true forms, with Demonic Qi soaring to the heavens!

At this moment, the five Great Grandmasters simultaneously unleashed their strongest Divine Abilities. Five destructive attacks, from five different directions, sealed off all of Chen Zhiwen's escape routes and bombarded him!

They actually intended to use thunderous momentum to completely annihilate Chen Zhiwen in one blow!

Facing this heaven-destroying and earth-shattering combined attack, Chen Zhiwen's expression was as calm as water, without the slightest ripple.

He flipped his wrist, and the jet-black dao-slaying sword was already in his hand.

Holding the black gilded light sword, his purple robe fluttered loudly in the gale, and his black hair danced without wind.

In front of those five terrifying attacks capable of tearing the sky, his figure appeared so small.

Yet, it was also so... dazzling!

He just stood there quietly, like an Immortal banished from the Nine Heavens, facing five demon gods from the abyss.

The next moment, he moved.

Facing those five destructive torrents, with one man and one sword, he defiantly... met them head-on!