175: Chapter 175 Yin-Yang Fish

The explosive sounds of metal clashing rang out like consecutive thunderclaps, and blinding sparks sprayed through the gloom like rain.

These dull, heavy impact sounds had long since transcended the realm of ordinary weapons—

It was more like two ancient Vicious Beasts, using the most primal and bloody methods to gamble with their lives and fight to the bitter end!

Rumble!

Every time their weapons collided, a ring of visible shockwaves exploded outward.

The observers felt their internal organs resonating; those with weaker cultivation turned deathly pale on the spot, their throats tasted sweet, and they nearly coughed up blood.

The two figures turned into entangled streams of light on the bone-strewn ground, flashing frantically.

Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, and mountains shook.

The flying bone powder, mixed with the raging remnants of energy, turned the entire battlefield into a scene of chaotic doomsday.

Only the brilliant golden light that erupted from time to time and this sword shadow, refined to the extreme, still signaled that this earth-shattering battle was far from over.

No one expected that, armed with only an Imperial-grade spirit weapon, Second Prince Wu Yuanchen could actually go toe-to-toe with the legendary "unbeatable" Xuanyuan Zhanxian to this extent!

"Your Highness's Divine Might is unparalleled!!"

A Great Wu Cultivator trembled with excitement, roaring hoarsely, as if he could already see the scene of Second Prince Wu Yuanchen piercing through the enemy's chest with a single spear strike and winning the final victory.

Meanwhile, in the shadows at the edge of the battlefield, Li Chengsi was toying with a pitch-black token.

The eerie patterns on the token glinted with a chilling, cold light in the dimness.

Beside him, Fentian frowned and whispered, "Saint, if Second Prince Wu Yuanchen suffers a mishap, the Great Wu royal family will..."

"Letting him test the sword is precisely the plan."

Li Chengsi rubbed the cold carving on the token with his fingertips, his tone as indifferent as ten-thousand-year-old ice, "If he doesn't even have this much utility value, what right does the Great Wu royal family have to cooperate with us?"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a cruel, playful arc curled at the corners of his lips. His voice was so soft that only he could hear it, "When these two have fought until both are heavily injured and exhausted, that will be the moment for us to strike and reap both the Sword Embryo and their lives. Killing two birds with one stone... wouldn't that be wonderful?"

However, the moment his voice fell, a sudden change occurred!

In the center of the battlefield, Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's bloodshot pupils, dilated from the intense battle, suddenly contracted to the size of pinpricks!

Within the gaps of the impenetrable, sky-filling spear shadows, he finally caught this fleeting—yet capable of reversing the situation—flaw!

In the gap of Xuanyuan Zhanxian's parry, under his ribs, an opening of a mere hair's breadth was exposed!

Now is the time!

"Die for this Prince!!"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen roared like thunder, pouring his entire life's cultivation into the "Overlord" spear, pushing it to the limit!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The spear was like a furious poisonous Dragon, tearing through the Void Realm and striking straight in!

The golden light condensed to the extreme at the tip of the spear seemed as if it would tear space itself apart. This sharp whistle of tearing air made everyone present feel their scalps tingle instantly!

"Rip!"

A clear sound of fabric tearing was piercingly loud on the deathly silent battlefield.

Although Xuanyuan Zhanxian forced his body to dodge at the critical moment, the incomparably fierce spear light still tore through his robe, leaving a deep, shocking bloodstain visible to the bone on his paper-white skin.

Bright red blood beads instantly seeped out, staining the hideous wound.

"Do you see that, Xuanyuan Zhanxian!!"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen laughed wildly, his Aura at its zenith, as if the final victory was already firmly grasped in his palm!

"Under the sharpness of an Imperial-grade spirit weapon, what is this piece of scrap metal you picked up from some trash heap?! Today, this Prince will let you, this so-called Prodigy, be completely buried here!"

He could even feel that the stubborn Sword Qi, which had been constantly ramming into his Meridians like bone-eating maggots inside his body, had been temporarily suppressed by this unleashed Imperial Aura during this satisfying battle.

His entire Battle Intent was like a volcanic eruption, boiling like magma!

However, facing this minor injury and the piercingly harsh words, Xuanyuan Zhanxian was not angry. On the contrary, on his blood-stained handsome face, a curve of... near pleasure slowly curled up.

He stuck out his crimson tongue and licked his chapped lips extremely slowly.

This action, full of evil and wildness, caused the already freezing temperature of the surroundings to drop by another three degrees!

"Finally... this is getting interesting."

His low laughter echoed in the bloody air, carrying a hair-raising anticipation for slaughter.

"If you begged for mercy too early, it would be a disservice to this Sword Embryo, which has been waiting day and night, starving and thirsty."

Before his voice faded, the golden Sword Embryo in his hand, which had been simple and unadorned, suddenly erupted with a high-pitched hum that pierced the clouds and soared straight into the Nine Heavens!

"Hum—!!!"

The originally simple sword body seemed to awaken from an eternal slumber at this moment!

Countless ancient, obscure runes, as if carrying the creation of the Universe, emerged from the deepest part of the sword body, like living magma, winding and moving crazily and surging on the surface of the sword!

A Sword Intent, far more primal, more overbearing, and more Soul-shuddering than the golden light emitted by the "Overlord" spear, slowly permeated the area.

It was not as sharp and aggressive as the spear light, but it carried a heavy pressure that could crush eternity and reset the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind. Like the sky collapsing, it instantly enveloped the entire battlefield!

"Ugh!"

The wild laughter on Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's face stopped abruptly, as if his throat had been tightly strangled by an invisible hand, and he could no longer utter a single word.

He felt his Divine Soul shake violently; that terrifying pressure made his blood nearly freeze.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian slowly raised his sword, the tip pointing obliquely at the vast earth.

Countless flowing runes were reflected in his eyes, which were as deep as an abyss, making him look no longer like a Cultivator, but like a deity walking from ancient times.

"Warm-up, over."

This declaration was very soft and light, but like a funeral bell sending off the dead, it exploded deep in the Divine Soul of every living being, vibrating endlessly.

The stagnation of the battlefield was far more suffocating than dead silence.

The bone powder that had been dancing wildly and covering the sky just moments ago was now as if frozen by invisible ten-thousand-year-old ice shards; every grain was eerily suspended in mid-air, refracting the halo of the setting sun like blood—like a static painting from Hell.

Those violent energies that had once been enough to tear apart mountains and annihilate cities were now like Vicious Beasts whose throats had been strangled; all hisses and roars were forcibly wiped away, turning into two drooping, docile ribbons of silk, spreading out on the scorched black earth.

Between heaven and earth, all light, all sound, and all breath were greedily and thoroughly devoured by this suspended golden Sword Embryo.

It was no longer a cold weapon.

It was a deity awakening from the primordial wilderness.

On the sword body, countless runes flowed endlessly like boiling Bloodline.

Every flicker was accompanied by a Soul-shaking hum, as if chanting the most ancient Law between heaven and earth.

The surrounding Laws, unable to bear the weight in the face of this power, emitted a fine, painful groan like a breaking string.

The stiff, wild laughter on Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's face went completely silent.

The muscles at the corners of his mouth were still twitching mechanically, maintaining an upward posture.

But in those unruly eyes, all pride and confidence had been crushed to pieces by a pure shudder originating from the deepest part of his bone marrow.

The "Overlord" spear in his hand seemed to sense the arrival of that catastrophic disaster.

The golden light that had been flowing endlessly on the spear body, symbolizing Imperial power, now seemed so noisy, so... superficial.

Like a candle in the wind, in the cold, holy radiance of the Sword Embryo, which was like a bright moon, it could not transmit even a single trace of warmth.

What made him feel even more bone-chillingly cold was the sensation coming from his palm.

This was no longer the resonance and vibration of a spiritual connection between a spirit weapon and its master, but a clear trembling carrying undisguised fear.

This was the most instinctive, most primal—submission and cowardice of a low-grade spirit weapon when facing a supreme existence that transcended all things.

It was like a weak young beast encountering an ancient giant beast that had walked out of the primordial wilderness; even the courage to struggle was rapidly fading and disintegrating under that pressure.

"Hum—"

The golden Sword Embryo slowly ascended, and a gentle yet irresistible force gently lifted Xuanyuan Zhanxian's body.

One man, one sword, hung high above the Void Realm.

His black robes fluttered in the invisible and vast airflow, as if he had stepped across the long river of eternal time and space, looking down at all living beings.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian's hands began to form seals.

The profound Dao rhyme flowing at his fingertips was like a living thing; every change triggered a resonance of the Laws of the surrounding heaven and earth.

In the air, ripples visible to the naked eye, like water waves, emerged.

When the last seal fell from his fingertips—

"Boom!!!"

The Void Realm behind him tore apart with a bang!

A huge, illusory Taiji Bagua Diagram appeared first.

The black and white fish swam slowly in the diagram; every flick of their tails scattered billions of light particles, illuminating this space in a bizarre and motley way.

Immediately after, a more refined Taiji Diagram broke out from the center of the Bagua Diagram!

Two completely different streams of Qi, representing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, frantically intertwined and rotated.

Life and death, Yin and Yang, were interpreted to the extreme at this moment.

The golden Peng bird that should have soared into the sky and the blue Kun fish that should have swum in the abyss were, the moment they appeared, forcibly twisted in essence by an invisible, supreme power!

The golden light faded into the emptiness of nothingness; the blue ocean melted into the Chaos of Grandmist.

Between heaven and earth, only the extremely pure black and the extremely pure white remained.

"Rip—!!!"

The black and white fish suddenly broke free from the shackles of the Taiji Diagram, turning into two rolling torrents that pierced through heaven and earth!

The white torrent, like a breached Nine Heavens galaxy, rushed down! Within it, the phantom of a Peng bird could be faintly seen spreading its wings and soaring.

Every flap of its invisible wings stirred up monstrous waves in the clouds below!

The black raging waves, like the Ninefold Hell abyss rolling backward, devoured everything!

Within it, the silhouette of a Kun fish was hidden, swimming slowly.

Every flick of its tail caused the earth below to crack into bottomless gullies like spider webs!

The Yin and Yang Qi frantically rotated, intertwined, and collided in the air!

The Laws of life and death were no longer ethereal philosophical concepts, but had transformed into entities that could be touched, felt, and could even harvest lives!

Wherever the white Qi flowed, even the scorched earth soaked in blood miraculously sprouted weak but tenacious shoots!

Where the black Qi brushed, even the ten-thousand-year-old rocks known as immortal instantly turned into powder, returning to nothingness!

"Yin and Yang Reversed, Kunpeng Tribulation."

Xuanyuan Zhanxian's voice was not loud, but every word was like ancient thunder, piercing through the stagnant battlefield, carrying a supreme dignity that looked down on all living beings and made words into Law, striking at the Divine Soul of everyone.

With every word that fell, the entire Void Realm trembled violently!

The Sword Embryo in his hand emitted a clear, melodious hum, and the black and white torrent behind him stirred up monstrous waves—

As if the entire world, the sun, moon, and stars, the mountains and rivers, were all just playthings in his palm, all trembling and submitting under his will.

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's face was already as pale as paper, without a single trace of blood.

He could clearly feel that the space around him was being forcibly twisted and squeezed by that terrifying power—

The vitality under his skin faded away rapidly like a receding tide, and his fingertips turned a deathly gray pale.

And the Death Qi, which should have been dormant, spread crazily like bone-eating maggots, turning into cold chains that tightly bound his limbs and bones, making him unable to move.

Even more terrifyingly, the Sword Qi belonging to Xuanyuan Zhanxian, which had been bitterly suppressed by the "Overlord" spear inside his body, now seemed to have heard the summons of a king, transforming into a peerless Vicious Beast that had broken free from its cage, frantically ramming and roaring in his Meridians!

Every agitation brought a tearing pain to his internal organs, causing crimson blood foam to seep out from his seven orifices.

"No... this is impossible!!"

He roared, his voice distorted by extreme fear, and crimson blood foam constantly spilled from the corners of his mouth, staining his magnificent brocade robe.

"You are merely a Disciple of a nameless small sect, how could you possess such a forbidden treasure technique that only exists in legends?! This is absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

At the same moment, in the Great Wu Martial Arts Arena, that deathly silence was completely shattered.

All observers, regardless of their cultivation level, had their eyes nailed to the light screen, unable to move them away even a fraction.

Those eyes that had once carried contempt, disdain, or indifference were now all replaced by an indescribable, purest shock.

"Taiji Bagua Diagram! This is... this is the natural phenomenon that can only be triggered by the legendary Taiji Yin-Yang Divine Body!!"

A scream pierced the sky above the Martial Arts Arena, carrying an unbelievable tremor, "Could it be... could it be that this Xuanyuan Zhanxian is a peerless Prodigy possessing the Taiji Yin-Yang Divine Body?!"

"Not just that!!" An old man with white hair and beard, who had seen many storms and waves, stood up suddenly from his seat, his body trembling violently with excitement.

He pointed at the black and white torrent sweeping heaven and earth and cycling through life and death on the light screen, his voice trembling: "This Kunpeng phenomenon... this supreme Aura that destroys heaven and earth and resets the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind... is an ancient forbidden treasure technique that only exists in the primordial forbidden classics!!"