221: Chapter 217 The Terrifying Blood-Clad Man!

"Boom!"

High above the vast and boundless firmament, the black-gold Sword Qi and the blood-colored blade light collided violently at astonishing speed, like two comets about to crash into each other!

In that instant, it felt as though time itself had frozen, and the entire world was shaken by this earth-shattering power.

In an instant, a terrifying energy storm capable of destroying all things erupted, sweeping wildly in all directions from the two of them as the center, much like a Big Bang in the Universe.

The power of this energy storm was extremely terrifying; wherever it passed, everything was torn apart and destroyed.

Before this power, the sky appeared incredibly fragile, like a thin sheet of paper, easily torn into countless pitch-black spatial rifts. These rifts were bottomless, as if leading to an endless abyss of darkness.

Under the impact of the aftermath, the earth let out a groan of unbearable strain. Countless mountains collapsed in an instant, boulders rolled down, and smoke and dust billowed;

Rivers flowed backward, floods raged, submerging vast tracts of land. The entire world trembled before this terrifying power, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Amidst this thrilling collision, the figures of the man in blood-colored clothes and Chen Zhiwen flashed past like meteors, separating the moment they touched, each sent flying backward several thousand meters before barely managing to stabilize their figures.

Their bodies traced long arcs through the air before landing heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The two stood in a standoff across the distance, their gazes locking, as if they were the only two people left in the entire world.

This broken world had fallen into an eerie silence due to their presence, with only the energy storm that had yet to dissipate still raging, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.

Although Chen Zhiwen's three cultivation paths had all reached the unprecedented Peak Grandmaster realm, the moment he exchanged blows with the man in blood-colored clothes, he felt an unprecedented, intense sense of pressure that seemed to come from a higher level of life.

Every one of the opponent's strikes contained an eerie power, full of erosion and destruction, that he had never encountered before.

That power seemed to transcend the ordinary Laws of Heaven and Earth, incomparably domineering.

Chen Zhiwen did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

He took a deep breath and unleashed everything he had learned in his life without reservation!

"Tyrant Sword Dao, Shatter the Stars!"

"Divine Soul Pierce, Destroy the Vast Sea!"

"Blood Qi Burn, Incinerate the Nine Heavens!"

In an instant, an incomparably domineering Sword Qi surged like a raging sea, and the unstoppable Divine Soul attack struck with the force of a thunderbolt.

Coupled with the golden Blood Qi that could burn mountains and boil seas, which was as scorching and violent as a volcanic eruption, the three intertwined to form a terrifying offensive that blotted out the sky, sweeping toward the man in blood-colored clothes like a raging storm!

Facing such a fierce offensive from Chen Zhiwen, the evil, charming smile on the corner of the man in blood-colored clothes' mouth not only did not fade but became even more intense.

He let out a burst of arrogant laughter: "Hahaha, this power is not bad, but it's a pity... it's still far from enough!"

Before the words had even faded, the man in blood-colored clothes flashed, ghost-like, and rushed straight toward Chen Zhiwen at astonishing speed.

His movements were as fast as lightning, making it impossible for anyone to capture his figure. One could only see a blurred blood-colored shadow weaving freely through Chen Zhiwen's airtight attacks, looking as relaxed and leisurely as a stroll in a courtyard.

Every strike from the man in blood-colored clothes appeared exceptionally simple, yet contained the profound charm of the Great Dao being simple.

Sometimes he would just point a finger casually; that seemingly ordinary finger could easily pierce through Chen Zhiwen's protective Spiritual Qi, as if that sturdy Spiritual Qi were as fragile as paper before him.

Or perhaps he would strike down with a palm in a nonchalant manner; this palm seemed to have no power, but when it collided with an attack capable of erasing a Divine Soul, it crushed it like Mount Tai pressing down on an egg, easily scattering the terrifying attack and causing it to disappear without a trace.

Right there above the blood-colored firmament, Chen Zhiwen and the man in blood-colored clothes engaged in a thrilling, crazy battle!

Their figures were fast to the extreme, turning into two entangled beams of light; every collision erupted with earth-shattering power.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged thousands of moves.

Both sides inevitably sustained some injuries.

On Chen Zhiwen's left shoulder, the opponent had left a claw mark deep enough to see the bone.

At the wound, a layer of eerie, blood-red aura covered it like maggots on a bone, continuously eroding his flesh, preventing the wound from healing, and even attempting to contaminate his Origin.

Meanwhile, the man in blood-colored clothes' chest had been pierced by Chen Zhiwen when he caught an opening, using the dao-slaying sword to leave a fist-sized bloody hole, clear through to the other side, even allowing one to see the distorted sky behind him.

If an ordinary Cultivator had received such a fatal injury, their strength would have long since been greatly diminished, or they might have even perished on the spot.

But the man in blood-colored clothes seemed completely unaffected.

He just lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest with great interest; in his crimson eyes, there was actually a strange, almost enjoyable glint.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips lightly, muttering to himself:

"Pain..."

"It really has been... a long time since I felt this feeling."

Having said that, the man in blood-colored clothes clenched his palm in the air.

Suddenly, not far behind him, the mysterious giant cocoon that served as his true form suddenly exuded an extremely pure blood-red aura.

That aura, like a traveler summoned home, instantly crossed the distance of space and surged into the body of the man in blood-colored clothes.

In the blink of an eye, the hideous bloody hole in his chest wriggled and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to normal in an instant, without leaving even a trace of a scar.

"In this world where I am the Dominator, I... am immortal!"

The man in blood-colored clothes spread his arms and let out a burst of crazed laughter.

Subsequently, he turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt again, launching an even more violent attack on Chen Zhiwen!

As the fierce battle continued, Chen Zhiwen's expression became increasingly grave.

He held the dao-slaying sword tightly in one hand, the sword light fierce, defending without a single leak.

And in his other hand, he held an ancient, simple nine-story small pagoda.

It was None other than the prison suppressing pagoda!

After the phantom of None on the ninth floor of the prison suppressing pagoda had handed over all its Legacy to Chen Zhiwen, it had completely dissipated.

And this supreme treasure, which had accompanied Senior None throughout his life, had completely become Chen Zhiwen's Magical Artifact.

"Go!"

Chen Zhiwen's heart stirred, and he threw the prison suppressing pagoda in his hand violently toward the sky!

"Hum—"

The prison suppressing pagoda grew in the wind, instantly transforming into its true form hundreds of meters high!

On the ancient and weathered pagoda body, countless mysterious runes flowed ceaselessly, and a terrifying power, vigorous and heavy, as if capable of suppressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, emanated from within the pagoda!

This power turned into an invisible curtain of light, instantly enveloping the man in blood-colored clothes!

"Hmm?"