919: Chapter 920 Sneak Attack

Wherever the cauldron passed, the space shattered inch by inch, revealing pitch-black Void Realm.

That suppressive power felt as if it wanted to seal the entire heaven and earth inside the cauldron!

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan wore a solemn expression as he raised the Tianyuan Thunder Sword high above his head, golden lightning crazily gathering around his entire body.

On the surface of the sword, ancient dao patterns lit up one by one, exuding a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering aura.

"Tianyuan Thunder Technique — The Thunder Emperor Descends!"

He slashed out with a sword!

Ten thousand zhang of golden thunder light gushed out from the sword body, condensing into a thunder giant standing a thousand feet tall in mid-air!

The giant was entirely composed of golden thunder, wearing an emperor's crown and holding a thunder spear, exuding supreme majesty!

The thunder giant let out an angry roar, its thunder spear carrying a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering might as it fiercely stabbed towards the pitch-black giant cauldron!

"Boom—!!!"

The thunder spear and the giant cauldron collided with a bang!

The golden thunder light and the black devouring power crazily intertwined, collided, and annihilated!

The entire firmament was torn into two halves by these two extreme forces, one half dazzling with golden light and the other half pitch-black as ink!

Stalemate!

The two forces were locked in a stalemate in mid-air, neither willing to yield even a fraction!

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his temples.

Third Elder Zhao Wuji's complexion was even as pale as paper, and blood was seeping from his seven orifices, making it obvious that driving the Tianyuan realm-suppressing cauldron was also a huge burden for him.

But the madness in his eyes grew thicker and thicker.

"Still not enough... Still not enough!"

Third Elder Zhao Wuji suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of vital blood onto the cauldron body!

"Hum—!!"

After absorbing the vital blood, the pitch-black giant cauldron suddenly erupted with an even more terrifying aura!

All the runes on the cauldron body lit up, exuding a strange blood-colored light!

That suppressive power suddenly surged several times over!

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan's expression changed, and fine cracks began to appear on the thunder giant under that surging suppressive power!

"Sect Master!"

The Grand Elder cried out in alarm, wanting to step in and help, but he had already exhausted his mental energy maintaining the sect-protecting grand array and simply could not spare a Clone.

Ziyang Peak Master, Tianjian Peak Master, and Biluo Peak Master were also tightly entangled by their respective opponents and unable to break away.

Seeing that the thunder giant was about to completely collapse, right at this moment, a flash of determination crossed Sect Master Liu Zhenshan's eyes.

Far from retreating, he instead stepped forward!

With a single step, the Void Realm beneath his feet trembled because of it!

"Third Elder Zhao Wuji, you really hid deep enough."

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan's voice was calm and steady, yet like the thunder of Nine Heavens, it overwhelmed the roars filling the sky.

"However, do you think this Sect Master has lived these tens of millions of years in vain?"

As his words fell, his wrist holding the sword abruptly flipped, and the Tianyuan Thunder Sword emitted an unprecedentedly crisp sword hum.

The originally dazzling golden thunder light on the sword body actually began to collapse inward!

It was not dissipating, but being compressed to the extreme!

The original thousand-foot-tall thunder giant suddenly shrank, condensing from a thousand feet to a hundred feet.

And then from a hundred feet, it condensed into a golden longsword formed purely by the thunder Law!

On the sword body, runes flowed, and every single dao pattern seemed to contain a thunder Dao, and its aura was more than ten times purer than before!

"Condensing thunder into reality, transforming the Law into the Dao—"

"Break it with a single sword."

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan whispered softly, and with a shake of his arm, the golden thunder sword left his hand.

This sword instantly froze the blood of Third Elder Zhao Wuji, who was driving the realm-suppressing cauldron with all his might!

That thunder sword ignored the barrier of space, and the moment Third Elder Zhao Wuji just raised a thought of danger, it was already pressed against the cauldron wall of that pitch-black giant cauldron!

"Clang—!"

This time, there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a crisp, almost eerie metal humming sound.

At the tip of the seemingly slender thunder sword, a point of extremely dazzling golden light erupted.

The Sword Qi pierced through the cauldron wall, its momentum unexhausted, carrying an overbearing thunder Dao to strike straight at Third Elder Zhao Wuji's chest.

"Ah!"

Third Elder Zhao Wuji let out an extremely miserable scream, violently spewing a large mouthful of fresh blood as his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string!

He fiercely smashed into the rock wall at the edge of the square, creating a human-shaped depression several zhang deep as gravel fell rustling down!

"Cough... Cough-cough..."

Third Elder Zhao Wuji struggled to crawl up from the gravel, covered in blood, his aura withered to the extreme.

He stared fixedly at the figure standing with a sword in mid-air, his eyes filled with unwillingness and venom.

How could he be this strong?

The image of that sword just now echoed repeatedly in his mind; the moment the thunder sword pierced through the cauldron wall, he didn't even have time to react.

The Tianyuan realm-suppressing cauldron he was proud of, his ultimate trump card hidden for three hundred thousand years, was actually as fragile as paper in front of that sword.

He thought he understood Sect Master Liu Zhenshan well enough.

He studied Sect Master Liu Zhenshan's Cultivation Technique, Realm, and combat habits, believing he had calculated everything.

He had even prepared a retreat path; as long as he forced Sect Master Liu Zhenshan to abdicate, he could legitimately take over Tianyuan Sect; even if he couldn't force him back, he could take his followers and establish another faction.

Yet the one thing he didn't calculate was that Sect Master Liu Zhenshan's strength far exceeded his estimation.

That sword far exceeded the power a Heavenly King Sixth-layer Peak should have.

Third Elder Zhao Wuji slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the other battlefields one by one.

Over at Ziyang Peak Master's side, Zhao Tianlong was blown away with a single punch, the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, and Zhao Tianhuan was even more miserable, having already fallen to the ground heavily injured and unable to get up.

The Second Elder did not dare to forcibly shake Tianjian Peak Master's Sword Qi, using a bizarre movement technique to maneuver around.

But anyone could see that he was simply stalling for time.

Although Ji Linyan was still holding steady, he was merely entangled by Biluo Peak Master and simply couldn't break away to support anyone.

His plan meticulously managed for millions of years completely collapsed at this moment.

But he was unwilling to just die here like this.

As long as there was a glimmer of survival, he had to grasp it.

Third Elder Zhao Wuji's gaze suddenly turned, landing on the six young figures at the edge of the square.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Mo Yu, Wang Xiaopang, Dong Li, and Liu Qingyao.

Sect Master Liu Zhenshan valued them so much that he even went so far as to confront him in court for their sake.

Since you care about them so much...

A flash of frantic greed and resoluteness crossed Third Elder Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Then he would take them as hostages!

"Sect Master Liu Zhenshan! Get lost!"

Third Elder Zhao Wuji let out a hoarse roar, violently spitting out a mouthful of vital blood to burn his Origin power, transforming his entire body into a blood-colored stream of light.

Instead of rushing towards Sect Master Liu Zhenshan, he turned at an incredible angle and lunged straight at Xiao Ruobai and the other five!

His goal was very clear—take hostages, force back Sect Master Liu Zhenshan, and trade for a glimmer of survival!

"Stop him!" Sect Master Liu Zhenshan's expression changed drastically, and a streak of golden light shot out.

But Third Elder Zhao Wuji was burning his Origin at this moment, and his speed was actually a fraction faster than during his prime.

That streak of golden light brushed past his scapula, tearing off a large swath of flesh and blood, but it failed to stop his fatal surprise attack!

"Juniors! Get over here for this Seat!"

Third Elder Zhao Wuji's expression was ferocious, his five fingers like hooks carrying a fishy wind as they went straight for Xiao Ruobai's neck, clearly intending to capture him alive!

Fang Hanyu's longsword trembled, subconsciously blocking in front of everyone, his fingertips turning white from extreme tension.

Mo Yu's Qilin True Fire ignited hastily, but there was no time to drive even thirty percent of its power.

Dong Li's Divine Soul spread out with all his might, only barely stalling the opponent for an instant.

Xiao Ruobai tightly gripped his long halberd, the immortal War God Blood-Qi inside his body churning crazily.

Yet the chasm in Realm was right before them; that bit of battle momentum was like a firefly colliding with the blazing sun, completely unable to stop a desperate strike from a Heavenly King-level expert.

Liu Qingyao's fingertips crazily intertwined spiritual threads, hastily spreading a thin layer of defense with the cyan Heavenly Lord spiritual light, a bone-chilling cold gripping her heart.

Everyone knew very well that with their current cultivation, they simply could not stop a desperate surprise attack from a Heavenly King Fifth-layer Peak!

The tens of thousands of Disciples in the entire audience held their breaths, everyone's hearts leaping to their throats, and countless people cried out in alarm.

In the eyes of the Xuanwu Peak rebels, a trace of fluke ignited; as long as they captured the hostages, there was still a chance to turn the tables today.

The blood-colored stream of light tore through the sky, Third Elder Zhao Wuji burning all his Origin, his speed surging to the extreme, and in a flash he had rushed within three zhang of Xiao Ruobai.

His five sharp claws were wreathed in the dark, fierce aura of the cauldron Dao, his eyes filled with a desperate, frantic, and ferocious smile.

As long as his fingertips hooked around Xiao Ruobai's neck, he could use this to threaten Sect Master Liu Zhenshan and trade for a path to escape.

Right at this moment—

Above the Void Realm, Gu Changge's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Xiao Hei!"