330: Chapter 330 Never Underestimate the Enemy: Xu Chen's Tactical Analysis

Xu Chen slowly raised his right hand. The purple-gold Hongmeng Creation Qi in his palm instantly surged, transforming into a giant sky-propping hand spanning a hundred zhang, which directly grabbed toward the saber beam slashed by the fragmented extreme dao imperial weapon.

"Arrogant brat! Die for this King!"

In mid-air, the King of the Foreign Domain saw Xu Chen actually trying to catch the attack of an extreme dao imperial weapon with his bare hands. The crimson light in his eyes flared as he once again poured the essence blood he had just consumed from his body into the Soul-Slaying Bone Blade without reservation.

Rumble!

The purple-gold giant hand and the crimson saber beam collided violently in mid-air.

The imagined scene of Xu Chen being split in half by a single strike did not occur.

The moment that incomparably violent saber beam touched the Hongmeng Creation Qi, it was as if it had slashed into a mass of extremely tough cotton. Although it sank deep inside, it could not completely sever the purple-gold flow of light.

Not only that, the Law of 'Creation' contained within the Hongmeng Creation Qi was frantically eroding and assimilating the mixed blood qi attached to the saber beam.

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle...*

An ear-piercing sound of corrosion echoed across the horizon.

That ten-thousand-zhang-long saber beam actually began to crumble inch by inch within Xu Chen's palm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This... how is this possible!"

The King of the Foreign Domain gasped. This was a fragmented extreme dao imperial weapon! Combined with his Early Stage Quasi-Emperor cultivation and the blood sacrifice empowerment of tens of thousands of guards, even a true Quasi-Emperor wouldn't dare catch it barehanded. How did this outsider, who was only at the Saint King Realm, do it?

"This Young Master said it already—a Quasi-Emperor built on the blood of others is just a paper tiger that pops with a single poke."

Xu Chen stood in the Void Realm and suddenly exerted force with his arm.

*Crack!*

That crimson saber beam was completely crushed by the purple-gold giant hand, turning into a sky full of blood rain that showered down.

Although Xu Chen spoke lightly, his eyes remained absolutely calm.

A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. Moreover, the opponent still held a fragmented extreme dao imperial weapon capable of tearing through Laws.

The reason Xu Chen could crush the saber beam so easily was that, under the gaze of the Heavenly Dao Divine Pupils, he had already seen through the fatal flaw of the King of the Foreign Domain's move, 'Myriad Souls Returning to the Source.'

The Old thing had forcibly absorbed the essence blood of tens of thousands of guards with different cultivations and Physiques, and he hadn't had time to refine and fuse them at all. The Spiritual Qi in his body was like a powder keg stuffed with various types of gunpowder; while powerful, it was extremely unstable.

"The source of his power is that Blood-colored Altar."

The golden Formation patterns in the depths of Xu Chen's eyes slowly rotated. His gaze bypassed the King of the Foreign Domain and locked onto the altar behind him, which was still continuously extracting power from the underground Spiritual Vein.

As long as the energy supply from the altar was cut off, this paper tiger, who was barely maintaining the Quasi-Emperor Realm by sucking blood, would collapse on its own.

"Shadow Assassin Camp, move out."

Xu Chen's voice echoed directly in the minds of the assassins lurking in the surrounding Void Realm via Divine Thought.

*Buzz!*

Ripples appeared in the air.

Dozens of ghost-like black figures appeared silently at the base of that Blood-colored Altar without the King of the Foreign Domain noticing at all.

"Cut it off."

Xu Chen gave the order.

Dozens of Shadow Assassins simultaneously swung the pitch-black short blades in their hands, piercing with incomparable precision into the Formation hubs at the base of the altar used to draw energy from the earth veins.

*Crack! Crack! Crack!*

A series of ear-piercing snapping sounds came from inside the altar.

The altar, which had been emitting a sky-piercing blood light, instantly dimmed. The massive suction force connecting it to the underground Spiritual Vein was also forcibly severed.

"No! My power!"

The King of the Foreign Domain, who was just about to swing the bone saber again, suddenly felt the continuous supply of power in his body get choked off.

He looked down in horror, only to discover that the Blood-colored Altar he took pride in had actually been physically dismantled by a group of black-clad men who had appeared out of nowhere!

"You rats in the gutter! Get out here!"

The King of the Foreign Domain roared in exasperation. He violently swung the Soul-Slaying Bone Blade, slashing out bursts of violent Saber Qi around the altar.

But after the Shadow Assassins succeeded in their strike, they didn't linger to fight him at all. They directly turned into wisps of green smoke and merged back into the Void Realm, causing all of the King of the Foreign Domain's attacks to hit nothing but air.

"Old madman, your opponent is me."

Xu Chen sneered.

He gave the King of the Foreign Domain no chance to breathe.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's Spiritual Qi supply was interrupted and his Formation was in chaos, Xu Chen's figure flashed, directly crossing a distance of a hundred zhang to appear above the King of the Foreign Domain.

"Grass Character Sword Art!"

Xu Chen pressed his fingers together like a sword in the void and slashed downward violently.

This single strike, however, contained a supreme Sword Intent capable of severing stars and destroying all Laws.

*Sshhh!*

The oppressive dark red sky above the Foreign Domain Royal Court was directly torn open with a bottomless rift by the phantom of this sword-grass.

The sharp Sword Qi completely locked onto the King of the Foreign Domain.

"Arrogant! This King is a Quasi-Emperor! Even without the altar, this King can still kill you!"

The King of the Foreign Domain felt the threat of death. His eyes were bloodshot as he frantically squeezed the remaining Origin essence blood in his body, pouring all his power into the Soul-Slaying Bone Blade in his hand to meet Xu Chen's Grass Character Sword Art head-on.

Boom!

Sword Qi and saber beam collided once again.

This time, without the energy supply from the altar, the King of the Foreign Domain's saber beam appeared so fragile and powerless before the pure destructive force of the Grass Character Sword Art.

*Crack!*

That fragmented extreme dao imperial weapon—the Soul-Slaying Bone Blade, which had a fearsome reputation in ancient times—lasted for less than three breaths before fine cracks spread across the blade, followed by a mournful wail.

*Puff!*

The webbing between the King of the Foreign Domain's thumb and index finger split open, and blood sprayed wildly. He was sent flying by the overwhelming Sword Qi like a meteorite, crashing heavily into the walls of the Royal Court and smashing a huge crater into the indestructible obsidian wall.

"Cough, cough..."

The King of the Foreign Domain struggled to climb out of the ruins, his hair disheveled and his black-gold imperial robes tattered.

He looked in horror at the man from the Upper Realm in mid-air, whose clothes weren't even ruffled.

Only at this moment did he truly understand what kind of terrifying monster he was facing.

Inside the defensive barrier of the warship...

Helian Yue watched as her once-insufferable royal father was smashed into the ruins like a dead dog, her narrow fox-like eyes filled with delight.

"Master is mighty!" She expressed her adoration without reservation.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city wall...

Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue had nearly finished clearing out the remaining foreign guardian generals.

The two women stood at the highest point of the wall, watching Xu Chen's devastating battle, their eyes sparkling with an unusual light.

"Sister Qingxue, look at Husband; doesn't he look especially handsome?" Nangong Waner flicked the blood off her blade and nudged Lin Qingxue with her elbow.

"Yes." Lin Qingxue rarely didn't object and instead nodded seriously.

Her gaze closely followed Xu Chen's figure, her fingers gripping her broken sword until they turned slightly white. That man, whether in bed or on the battlefield, exuded an irresistible and fatal attraction.

In the center of the battlefield...

Xu Chen slowly descended in front of the deep crater where the King of the Foreign Domain had crashed.

"You... don't come any closer!"

The King of the Foreign Domain looked at the steadily approaching Xu Chen, fear finally appearing in his eyes. He dragged his heavily injured body, desperately retreating backward.

"What? Weren't you just shouting about extracting my Divine Soul to light a sky lantern? Why are you acting like a coward now?"

Xu Chen stopped and looked down at him, his eyes full of mockery.

"You... you cannot kill this King! This King is the King of the Foreign Domain! If you kill this King, the entire Foreign Domain will fight you to the death!" the King of the Foreign Domain threatened, though he was clearly bluffing.

"Fight me to the death?"

Xu Chen chuckled as if he had heard the world's biggest joke.

"Have you gone senile? Your elite expeditionary force was wiped out by me, your grand Formation was dismantled by me, and your biological daughter is currently lying in my bed warming my feet. Do you think a general without an army like you still has any right to threaten me?"

Xu Chen's words were like sharp knives, ruthlessly piercing through the King of the Foreign Domain's last shred of dignity.

"You..." The King of the Foreign Domain spat out another mouthful of blood in rage.

"Alright, enough talk. It's time to send you on your way."

Xu Chen withdrew the smile from his face, his gaze instantly becoming cold as ice.

He slowly raised his right hand.

In his palm, a miniature black hole, pitch-black as ink and emitting a terrifying aura that swallowed everything, was quietly taking shape.

Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art.

He wasn't just going to kill him; he was going to drain the remaining Quasi-Emperor Origin from this Old thing's body, along with this fragmented extreme dao imperial weapon.