861: Chapter 850 The Divine Fist of Light!

Black cracks spread through the silver seawater like a dense spiderweb, as if even this stretch of sea could not withstand the power of that palm strike.

"A defeated opponent dares to bark?"

Yue Chenyuan let out a soft hum, a flash of undisguised disdain appearing in those cold eyes hidden beneath her black robe.

The Temple of Light and the Dark Temple had been mortal enemies entangled for countless millennia, and the younger generations of both houses had constantly sparred in various settings.

As for this Wu Guang, back when they had faced each other in the Fighting Arena during a duel between the Saint and Saintess of their respective houses, she had defeated him in less than ten moves, leaving him utterly humiliated without even a chance to counterattack.

However, disdain was one thing; facing the incoming Radiant Great Palm Print, Yue Chenyuan dared not be the slightest bit careless.

This King of Light Seal was a Divine Ability that the Temple of Light had inherited for countless millennia.

Based on the power of light, once the seal was cast, all evil would be repelled. Its power was immense; otherwise, a single palm strike would not have been able to tear cracks into the Void Realm.

Facing such a Divine Ability, she had to treat it seriously.

Darkness Power surged upon the scythe in the Dark Golden Body's hand, and patterns on the blade shone, leaping like black lightning across the weapon.

"Eternal Night Slash!"

The Dark Golden Body gripped the scythe with both hands and slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, the movement clean, sharp, and fluid.

The blade carved out an extremely long arc of dark light, like a streak of night torn from the abyss, leaving a black trail in the silver seawater.

Where the arc passed, the seawater was parted and the Void Realm was torn, as if the night itself had transformed into a blade, slashing toward that Radiant Great Palm Print.

"Boom!"

An explosion rang out, and the silver seawater was stirred into a churning frenzy, as if it were boiling.

The dark arc and the King of Light Seal collided, darkness and light interweaving like two oceans crashing against each other.

Light and darkness clashed violently in the Void Realm, eroding and neutralizing each other—in the end, both were extinguished, turning into dots of light that drifted slowly through the silver seawater.

Meanwhile, the hundreds of Prodigies from various factions surrounding them naturally would not let this opportunity slip by.

Taking advantage of the moment Yue Chenyuan was fully occupied dealing with the King of Light Seal, attacks poured toward her Dark Golden Body from all directions like a torrential rain.

Multicolored lights surged in from every direction; blade beams, sword shadows, fist energies, and palm winds—dense and overwhelming, like a colorful rainstorm pouring down upon Yue Chenyuan.

Yue Chenyuan swung her scythe; the dark scythe moved in her hand as if it were a living thing, flying up and down and weaving left and right.

Her movements were fluid, and every swing shattered the surrounding attacks completely.

The black arc formed an impenetrable barrier around her, blocking those attacks from reaching her.

Today, Yue Chenyuan intended to use this battle to pressure herself, to challenge herself, and to attempt to break through her own Golden Body to ninety-nine zhang!

Ninety-nine zhang—that was the limit of a Golden Body in the Grandmaster Realm. Once reached, the Golden Body would receive the blessing of heaven and earth, baptizing the Golden Body once!

Like the summit of a mountain, once one reached the top, one could see a broader landscape and enter a higher Realm.

She was only one zhang away from this goal.

In a corner at the edge of the battlefield, Qin Yan continued to paddle along without drawing any attention.

As a minor character who was only visibly at the Middle Stage of the Grandmaster Realm, he was completely inconspicuous among a group of Prodigies at the Peak of the Grandmaster Realm and even the Great Grandmaster Realm, and no one noticed his existence at all. Qin Yan was naturally happy to see this.

While pretending to be knocked about by the aftermath of the battle, he quietly cast pitch-black Spirit Seals into the surrounding Void Realm.

Those Spirit Seals intertwined and connected in the shadows where no one noticed, forming lines of a Formation and weaving an invisible net within the silver seawater.

What he was setting up at this moment was a Seventh-Rank High-Grade Formation!

In a Seventh-Rank High-Grade Formation, the risk of falling for an average Peak Grandmaster was extremely high!

And what he was setting up was actually an exquisite Formation among the Seventh-Rank High-Grade ones—the Thousand Thunder Spirit Array!

Back then, Venerable Destruction had once used this Formation to break through the defenses of an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster!

From this, one could see the power of this Formation!

On the battlefield, there were simply too many Martial Artists surrounding Yue Chenyuan!

Even though Yue Chenyuan's strength was formidable, her Golden Body had been struck by multiple attacks, becoming somewhat dimmed.

Her movements also began to become somewhat sluggish.

Yue Chenyuan looked into the distance, where five figures were currently standing!

Among the five figures, two Golden Bodies were ninety-five zhang tall, and another two were ninety-six zhang tall.

There was also a Giant Kun—its massive body looming in the silver seawater, like a moving island.

It was these five Martial Artists who, by attacking from time to time, posed a significant threat to her.

"Witch, hand over the scroll, and I can spare your life."

Wu Guang looked at Yue Chenyuan, who was deep in the encirclement, and said arrogantly.

His voice carried a hint of condescending charity, as if a victor were granting a final mercy to the defeated.

"Noisy."

Yue Chenyuan did not want to pay attention to this clown.

She did not even spare a glance for Wu Guang.

She did not understand what the Temple of Light was thinking, allowing such a clown to be the Saint of this generation—compared to the previous generation's Saint of the Temple of Light, Saint Ye Xiu, this Wu Guang was far inferior in both strength and mindset.

The battle erupted once more—in the silver seawater, lights of various colors intertwined again.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Yue Chenyuan fought a hundred enemies alone; that ninety-eight-zhang-tall Dark Golden Body stood amidst the dense encirclement of enemy Golden Bodies like an unshakable Dark War God.

Every time she swung the huge dark scythe in her hand, an arc of dark blade light tore through the Void Realm.

Wherever the blade light passed, the Golden Bodies of the Martial Artists were forcefully shattered.

They turned into a sky full of light rain, scattering down into the silver seawater.

Scalding blood sprayed across the Void Realm.

Many of the surrounding Prodigies were terrified by her single-handed slaughter—this generation's Saintess of the Dark Temple was simply too overpowered; among those of the same rank, no one was a match for her in a single exchange.

Many Prodigies had already quietly started to retreat in their hearts.

Between treasures and their lives, they began to lean toward the latter.

Just at this moment, the Saint of the Temple of Light, Wu Guang, finally caught the brief gap after Yue Chenyuan had just slashed back three Martial Artists with her scythe.

His figure appeared silently behind Yue Chenyuan's Dark Golden Body like a ghost, and the huge right fist of his Radiant Golden Body was covered by a gauntlet that was entirely brilliant gold.

Over eight thousand dense Radiant patterns on the gauntlet erupted with blinding, brilliant light all at the same instant.

"Radiant Divine Fist!"

Hundreds of zhang of dazzling light suddenly bloomed from the huge right fist of the Radiant Golden Body, as if a roaring, burning sun had been compressed to its limit.

Carrying the terrifying momentum of burning away all darkness in the world, it smashed fiercely toward Yue Chenyuan's back.