860: Chapter 849 The Saintess of the Dark Temple!

Her speed was immense, like a bolt of silver lightning cutting through the silver seawater, and it looked as though she was about to break out of the encirclement.

Those Martial Artists who were slightly slower to react did not even have the chance to strike, and could only watch helplessly as that blade light flew further and further away.

"Hum—!"

Just at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of that Prodigy.

She was draped in a black robe that obscured her face, but through the robe, one could still discern her graceful curves; she was clearly a woman.

Her entire body radiated a terrifying, unparalleled Darkness Power, like a black abyss slowly unfolding behind her.

The Darkness Power surged and permeated the area, dyeing the seawater around her a deep, ink-black color.

The woman merely raised a finger, her movements elegant and composed.

On her fair, slender finger, a speck of darkness condensed, rotating at her fingertip like a drop of concentrated night.

Although that speck of darkness was tiny, it emitted a heart-palpitating pressure.

"Hum—!"

A beam of darkness shot straight toward that Prodigy from Myriad Saber Mountain.

The beam was as thin as a hair but as fast as lightning, carving a straight black trajectory through the silver seawater.

Wherever it passed, the seawater was parted, and ripples spread through the Void Realm; it was silent, yet carried lethal power.

Seeing this, the Myriad Saber Mountain Prodigy's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint!

A flash of light crossed his hand as his spirit saber appeared; thousands of patterns on the blade lit up simultaneously, emitting a sharp Saber Intent.

"Myriad Mountain Slash!"

He slashed out, sending yellow Saber Qi rampaging. Around the Saber Qi, the phantom image of ten thousand mountains faintly emerged—layered peaks, standing in the Void Realm like real mountain ranges.

This strike was both sharp and heavy, as if countless peaks had been compressed into a single stroke of Saber Qi, slashing toward the beam of darkness with the force of ten thousand jun.

This Myriad Mountain Slash was one of his trump cards; he had to demonstrate powerful Battle Intent to crush this woman and intimidate the others!

At the same time, he could not stop; he had to finish the battle quickly, or else the Martial Artists behind him would catch up!

However, he was overthinking it.

When his trump card collided with the opponent's beam of darkness, it was shattered in an instant—like a paper barrier, collapsing at the slightest touch.

The yellow Saber Qi shattered, and the phantom image of the ten thousand mountains dissipated, turning into specks of yellow light that drifted slowly through the silver seawater.

Immediately, the beam of darkness, its speed undiminished, pierced straight through his body!

His body stiffened abruptly, and a small, bloody hole appeared on his chest, where black Darkness Power permeated, eroding his vitality.

The Myriad Saber Mountain Prodigy's eyes were filled with disbelief!

He had been severely injured by the opponent after just a single exchange.

His trump card, his ace in the hole, was like child's play before her.

His pride and his confidence were shattered into pieces in this moment.

He lost control of his body and, like a falling leaf, descended slowly from high in the air.

The black-robed woman's Darkness Power surged, forming a thread of darkness that snatched the scroll from the Myriad Saber Mountain Prodigy's hand.

The thread was like a living creature, agile and precise; with a gentle hook, the dark cyan scroll was pulled from his hand and landed steadily in her palm.

"Hum hum—!"

The space around the black-robed woman trembled, and the silver seawater rippled, as if countless stones had been thrown into a calm lake.

Prodigy after Prodigy surrounded her; their figures were like silver shadows, surging in from all directions to trap her in the center.

Some looked vigilant, some looked greedy, and some looked filled with Battle Intent—hundreds of gazes landed on her and the scroll in her hand simultaneously.

Immediately, the battle was on the verge of breaking out!

"Boom—!"

Prodigy after Prodigy unleashed their Golden Bodies; gold, silver, cyan, crimson—lights of various colors bloomed simultaneously, illuminating the entire sea area.

Suddenly, in this Void Realm, over a hundred Golden Body lights bloomed, like over a hundred stars lighting up simultaneously in the night sky!

Some Golden Bodies were as towering as mountain peaks, some were like War Gods, and some were like Divine Beasts.

Over a hundred Golden Bodies stood in the silver seawater, their Aura magnificent and spectacular.

The lights of various colors intertwined to form a brilliant curtain of light, shrouding this area in a tense and intense atmosphere.

The black-robed woman also unleashed her own Golden Body—it was pitch black, as if carved from obsidian, with a gloomy luster flowing across its surface.

The Golden Body was wrapped in dense Darkness Power, like countless black ribbons winding and slithering across its surface.

That was not the key point—the key point was that her Golden Body reached a staggering height of ninety-eight zhang!

Ninety-eight zhang—this number hung over everyone's hearts like a towering mountain.

It was close to the limit of ninety-nine zhang!

It was about to touch the threshold of the Heaven and Earth blessing!

"A ninety-eight zhang Golden Body! Everyone be careful—this person is the Darkness Temple Saintess, Yue Chenyuan!"

A cry of alarm came from the crowd, the voice filled with a mix of shock and dread.

The Darkness Temple—one of the most powerful factions in the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, famous for its Darkness Power; every Core Disciple is an outstanding talent among their peers.

And Yue Chenyuan was the Saintess of this generation of the Darkness Temple, her strength unfathomable.

Darkness Power surged over Yue Chenyuan's dark Golden Body as she held a dark scythe—the scythe was pitch black, with a gloomy light flowing across its crescent-moon-like blade.

Every time the dark scythe swung, it unleashed beams of dark Qi blades—the black Qi blades were like half-moons, cutting through the Void Realm and slashing toward the surrounding Prodigies.

Wherever the dark Qi blades passed, not a single Prodigy could block her casual strike!

Their Golden Bodies were like paper before the dark Qi blades; their defenses were like nonexistent before the Darkness Power.

Prodigy after Prodigy had their Golden Bodies shattered, turning into rain of energy light; energy fragments of various colors scattered and splashed in the silver seawater, like shattered glass.

Just then, a blinding force of Light Power suddenly flared up behind Yue Chenyuan!

The golden light was as scorching as the sun, dispelling the surrounding darkness and illuminating the entire sea area.

"Yue Chenyuan, take this palm!"

It turned out that Wu Guang, the Saint of the Light Temple, had appeared behind Yue Chenyuan at some unknown moment; his Golden Body stood at ninety-five zhang tall, like a golden mountain peak standing in the silver seawater.

Within the palm of his Golden Body, marks of light emerged like ancient runes, rotating, intertwining, and condensing in the center of the palm.

"Seal of the Bright King!"

Wu Guang slammed his palm toward Yue Chenyuan!

A massive palm print of light, carrying an extremely violent momentum, attacked Yue Chenyuan—wherever the palm print of light passed, the Void Realm actually produced cracks!

(The previous chapter had some repetition, it has been fixed, sorry~~)