498: Chapter 498 They have a trump card, their strongest trump card to turn the tide.

The area on and off the stage erupted in an uproar.

The sound of discussion surged like a tide.

Only some old monsters squinted their eyes, discerning the clues within.

"It wasn't a block."

An old man spoke slowly.

"It was a deflection."

"Deflect?" The people beside him were puzzled.

"Yes, like this..."

As the old man spoke, he extended a hand, using it to mimic a halberd slowly descending.

"The heaven-opening battle halberd is terrifying, but Divine Son Qin didn't choose to confront it head-on; instead, he chose to strike its side."

His other hand suddenly slapped the side of the descending hand.

"Because the speed was too fast, it looked like a block to us."

With the explanation, it became even more shocking.

The opponent was that Chu Wujiu, after all.

How could one possibly execute such precise sword techniques during a battle with Chu Wujiu?

They couldn't do it.

But Qin Wangchuan did.

The battle halberd fell relentlessly.

Once, twice, thrice.

Qin Wangchuan's sword blade accurately slapped the side of the halberd's shaft. The heaven-opening battle halberd grazed past his shoulder and smashed into the ground thirty feet behind him.

Chu Wujiu gritted his teeth.

Again.

It was like this every single time.

His full-strength strikes were always deflected by him.

No matter where he attacked from, that sword seemed to have eyes of its own; he couldn't shake it off.

"Not enough."

Nearby, Ji Wuchen's voice rang out.

"Time Obeys Me!"

An invisible dome descended from the sky.

Qin Wangchuan's movements stiffened slightly.

Half a breath, only half a breath.

But for Ji Wuchen, it was enough.

Holding his battle halberd, he charged in from the flank, the tip aiming straight for the center of Qin Wangchuan's back!

At the same instant, the ground shook violently.

Ye Lingchuan slammed the immortal burying coffin into the arena stage. A crack opened in the coffin lid, and tentacle-like roots spread crazily, piercing into the ground.

Domain expansion.

Earthen spikes erupted from all directions, sealing off all paths of retreat.

Zhao Lingyun's sleeve shook slightly, and an ancient booklet appeared out of thin air—the Heavenly Talisman Registry Copy.

The pages turned automatically without wind, rustling loudly.

Raising his right hand, a pure white talisman brush flew out of his sleeve and hovered before him.

The brush tip descended, sketching in mid-air.

The first sheet of white paper flew out from the booklet.

In just a breath's time, the talisman brush moved, ink marks appeared naturally, and golden light flowed across the paper's surface.

The Golden Light Talisman was complete.

One Talisman could block a full-strength strike from the Shen Tong Realm.

But a single sheet was far from enough.

Ten sheets of Talisman paper flew out together.

Shifting instantly, layers of golden light stacked to block in front of Chu Wujiu.

Bang!

It just managed to catch a sword strike from Qin Wangchuan aimed at the neck.

The light shield shattered, and the sword's momentum was hindered.

White paper flew out again, transforming into another type of Talisman in the air.

Golden chains erupted from the paper, coiling toward Qin Wangchuan's ankles.

Simultaneously, as some Talismans hit the ground, golden-armored soldier figures rose from the paper, charging toward Qin Wangchuan's side with shields.

The fourth sheet, the fifth sheet...

One Talisman paper after another drifted down.

One soldier figure after another crawled up from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, over a dozen golden-armored soldier figures closed in from all directions, raising blades and spears, all slashing toward that figure.

With just this skill of instantaneous Talisman drawing, Zhao Lingyun already stood at the Peak of the Talisman Dao.

But it was still useless.

Qin Wangchuan was too strong.

As his Sword Intent erupted, an invisible field formed around him.

It was an invisible forbidden zone with a radius of three feet.

Ji Wuchen's halberd pierced into the forbidden zone; a flash of sword light followed, the halberd shaft vibrated, and the attack was forcibly deflected.

The earthen spikes controlled by Ye Lingchuan were slashed into pieces as soon as they broke through the ground.

Zhao Lingyun watched as his Talismans shattered one after another, his pupils shrinking slightly.

His speed of producing Talismans was fast.

But Qin Wangchuan's sword strikes within a single breath were even faster!

Not enough.

Far from enough.

Right at this moment.

A sword light slashed in from the side.

It was Li Xuan.

His right hand was completely ruined.

From wrist to elbow, who knew how many segments of bone were broken; his entire arm hung limply at his side, swaying slightly with his movements.

Blood flowed down his arm, dripping onto the ground from his fingertips.

But he still had his left hand!

While practicing the sword, Li Xuan had always alternated hands.

This was so that when his right hand could no longer hold a sword, his left hand could still strike.

Feeling the pain in his right arm, there was no frustration in his heart.

No fear.

Only gratitude.

Fortunately, he had trained his left hand.

Fortunately, he had encountered such an opponent.

The sword edge cut into the forbidden zone, clashing head-on with Qin Wangchuan's sword.

Bang!

The sound of clashing metal rang out.

This strike came in a hurry; he couldn't use any redirection techniques.

Li Xuan's tiger's mouth split open, blood splattered, but he did not retreat.

The second strike.

The third strike.

As they exchanged blows, he once again entered that state of selflessness.

With Li Xuan pinning him down from the front, the pressure on the others decreased sharply.

Chu Wujiu attacked fiercely from the left, swinging the heaven-opening battle halberd with a whistling wind.

Ji Wuchen moved around on the right, the tip of his halberd appearing and disappearing, specifically looking for gaps in Qin Wangchuan's defense.

Ye Lingchuan controlled the entire stage; the ground constantly cracked and rose, creating every possible obstacle.

Zhao Lingyun's Talismans flew out continuously, Golden Light Talismans stacked layer upon layer, and Binding Talismans coiled without a moment's pause.

The four joined forces and finally—

Faintly suppressed Qin Wangchuan.

But it was only suppression.

The sword momentum grew more and more intense.

The sword in Qin Wangchuan's hand became increasingly terrifying.

The sword blade was dazzlingly bright, dragon scales spread crazily, and every strike carried a heart-palpitating tremor.

He was getting stronger.

Getting stronger mid-battle.

Faster than all of them.

If this continued...

Defeat would only be a matter of time.

Zhao Lingyun looked at the Heavenly Talisman Registry being gradually consumed in his hands, then turned his head fiercely toward Yun Zexuan behind him.

"Think of something!"

"We're already gang-beating him, what else can I do?"

Despite his words, Yun Zexuan hadn't relaxed for a moment.

He glanced at the Magical Artifact gripped tightly in his hand, then looked up at Chu Wujiu in the distance.

'There's only one Magic Treasure left.'

'Everyone's potential has been forced out. If we want to win, we can only rely on one chance...'

Thinking this, his gaze shifted to Zhou Yunyi nearby.

At this moment, Zhou Yunyi stood in the corner, thinking to himself: "Holy crap, they all went in. Do I have to go too?"

"But looking at this situation, if I go in, I'm definitely dead."

He shrunk his neck and took half a step back.

Just as he was thinking, a voice transmission suddenly rang in his head.

It was Yun Zexuan's voice transmission.

"Zhou Yunyi, if we want to win now, we can only rely on you."

Zhou Yunyi was stunned.

"Rely on me?"

"Yes."

Yun Zexuan's voice was calm, yet it carried an unprecedented seriousness.

"You possess a talent that we do not have."

Zhou Yunyi was silent for a moment.

The small thought that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly ignited at this moment.

He had always been a weakling.

Always.

In front of these true geniuses, he was like a stray dog on the roadside.

Even the qualification to stand on the stage felt like it had been bestowed as charity.

But even so, he wanted to win once.

Just once.

Even if it was only for an instant, even if he was just participating, even if he only caused that person a tiny bit of trouble.

Before going on stage, these thoughts could be suppressed.

But now.

Now the sword light was before his eyes, the killing intent was at his side, and that monster was right in front of him.

If there was even a shred of possibility, he wanted to try.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yunyi suddenly looked up.

His eyes were on Qin Wangchuan, but in his heart, he asked Yun Zexuan:

"What talent?"

"You are very weak."

The four words fell.

The bit of courage Zhou Yunyi had just mustered instantly shattered into pieces.

"...Thanks for the compliment."

"I'm not complimenting you."

"It is precisely because you are very weak that you can become the unexpected person."