231: Chapter 231 A Mortal's Body Shakes the Gods! A Quarter-Hour Extreme Battle!

Above the starry battlefield, silence reigned, save for two distinct and terrifying pressures colliding madly.

Shen Youchu lightly raised her eyes; in those pupils, which had completely turned purple-gold, there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation, only an extreme Battle Intent gushing out like a physical substance.

Before her stood the twelve-winged God Incarnation, ten thousand zhang tall, radiating the majesty to suppress the Major Thousand Worlds.

Compared to this towering divine statue, which blotted out the sky and was condensed from pure [Law of Light], Shen Youchu, now in her slender Valkyrie form, still appeared as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Yet, it was this very speck of dust whose fearless, violent Battle Intent—daring to unsheathe its sword against the entire starry sky—made the watching giants of the myriad races feel a tremor from the depths of their Souls!

"Such terrifying Battle Intent... Is this really a member of the Human Race?" the Golden Immortal of the Nine Nether Race muttered to himself.

"This kind of will, born purely for battle and refusing to die, is even purer than those ancient demon gods in the abyss!"

On the arena.

"Hum—!"

Shen Youchu did not say another word of nonsense.

She carried the crimson spear, condensed from lava and Law, on her back with one hand, and her long, straight right leg suddenly stepped forward!

"Boom—!!!"

The white jade arena beneath her feet let out an unbearable groan and instantly shattered into a huge deep pit!

Borrowing this terrifying recoil, Shen Youchu's figure turned into a fiery red afterimage that tore through space, like a Heaven-Defying blood-colored meteor, carrying an indomitable resolve as she charged straight toward the center of the ten-thousand-zhang divine statue's brow!

At the core of the divine statue.

Jialuo still kept her eyes slightly closed, her hands piously clasped in front of her chest, maintaining a posture of prayer, pitying all living beings.

On that holy face, there was not a ripple of emotion caused by Shen Youchu's charge.

But under the control of her will, the ten-thousand-zhang divine statue moved!

"Rumble!"

The divine statue slowly raised a massive palm of light, large enough to cover a radius of a hundred miles.

Within the palm lay the Law of Holy Light, capable of instantly purifying an ordinary Golden Immortal into nothingness, and it slapped down fiercely toward the fiery red afterimage as if swatting a fly!

Before the giant palm arrived, the terrifying sonic boom and air pressure had already caused the Void Realm around the arena to twist and deform!

"Well come!"

Facing this world-destroying strike, Shen Youchu not only did not slow down but instead let out a delicate shout of extreme excitement!

The purple-gold "Soldier" divine rune on her brow shone brilliantly!

At the moment she was less than a hundred zhang from the giant divine palm, Shen Youchu's right hand, which had been behind her back, suddenly swung out!

The crimson ancient spear, carrying destructive thunder, carved a blinding blood-colored crescent in mid-air and slammed fiercely into the giant palm of light!

"Break!!!"

"Clang—!!!!!"

The spear tip collided with the divine palm!

A sound of metal clashing, as if to pierce the eardrums of the experts of the myriad races, instantly resounded throughout the entire Venerable Great Illusionary Realm!

Following that, a visible ring-shaped energy storm, originating from the center of their collision, swept wildly in all directions!

The starry meteorites floating nearby, under the impact of this storm, instantly turned into dust filling the sky!

A scene that terrified everyone occurred.

The giant palm of light, containing the will of the God Race's first emperor and heavy as a thousand jun, was actually held firmly in mid-air by Shen Youchu's tiny spear, unable to descend even a fraction!

"Sss, sss, sss!"

On the tip of the crimson spear, red flames flickered madly, actually drilling a blinding charred hole into the indestructible divine palm!

"Blocked... blocked it?!!!"

In the God Race's preparation area, countless God Race experts exclaimed in shock, their faces wearing expressions of seeing a ghost.

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor's expression was so gloomy it was as if it could drip water.

Although this divine Incarnation was only a phantom summoned by Jialuo using her Bloodline, it was definitely not something a Human Race member at the second level of Golden Immortal could confront head-on!

Where exactly did the power inside this girl come from?!

"Bang!"

After a brief stalemate, Shen Youchu used the recoil force to nimbly roll in mid-air.

She kicked off the edge of the divine palm with both feet, her figure rising again!

"Come again!"

Shen Youchu's eyes were ablaze with the fires of battle, and the spear in her hand turned into countless crimson spear shadows, pouring wildly toward the joints and vital points of the divine statue like a violent storm!

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"

For a time, the sound of explosions on the entire starry arena was endless!

The divine statue waved its huge arms, every attack carrying the world-destroying power of Holy Light purification, attempting to crush this annoying "mosquito" completely.

And Shen Youchu was like a Phoenix bathed in fire, dancing gracefully in the storm.

She completely abandoned defense, relying on the terrifying speed brought by the [Great Dao of True Mantras] charging buff and the extreme recovery power of the [Battle Saint Physique], frantically weaving through the gaps in the divine statue's airtight attacks.

Every time she thrust her spear, she left a deep crack on the divine statue's massive body!

Time passed minute by minute.

This battle, which seemed to have such a disparity in size and was like a mayfly shaking a tree, had actually turned into an eerie draw!

The experts of the myriad races watched the fiery red figure, constantly fighting in blood within the ten-thousand-zhang divine light yet growing braver with every battle, and an indescribable awe rose in their hearts.

"Such terrifying combat instinct! Every time she gets injured, not only does she not retreat, but in the next confrontation, her moves become even sharper and more lethal!"

The Old Ancestor of the Titan Race watched this scene, and a trace of fanatical appreciation appeared in his eyes: "This kind of Physique that grows stronger as it fights is simply the perfect weapon born for slaughter and battle! The Human Race... has truly produced a Genius!"

And in the Human Race preparation area.

Su Feng crossed his arms over his chest, quietly watching the familiar yet strange slender figure on the arena, a rational light flashing in the depths of his heavy pupils.

"Youchu's [Battle Saint Physique], with the blessing of the [Soldier] True Mantra, has indeed erupted with power greater than one plus one equals ten. But..."

Su Feng's gaze swept over Shen Youchu's hands, which were trembling slightly from overdrawing her power, "That two-year accumulation of Silent Zen, after all, has a time limit."

"The foundation of the divine Incarnation stems from the God Race's accumulation over countless epochs; Jialuo can keep on dragging this out. But this borrowed power of Youchu's can only last for a quarter-hour at most. Now, the time is almost up."

As if to confirm Su Feng's judgment.

On the arena.

"Boom!"

Another tragic head-on collision.

Shen Youchu was struck on the shoulder by a heavy punch from the divine statue; her entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily onto the edge of the white jade arena and creating a deep pit.

"Cough, cough..."

Shen Youchu struggled to climb out of the pit, coughing up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Her dark gold armor, condensed from lava, was already covered in dense cracks, and the crimson spear in her hand had become somewhat illusory and unstable.

And opposite her.

Although the ten-thousand-zhang divine statue was also covered in spear marks, under the continuous nourishment of Jialuo's [Great Dao of Light], those cracks were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jialuo still kept her eyes tightly closed, but the divine statue slowly raised its head, its hollow face seemingly mocking the struggle of an ant mercilessly.

"Time... is almost up."

Empress Nine Nether stood in the preparation area, watching Shen Youchu's somewhat swaying figure, and spoke.

"That terrifying Origin fluctuation temporarily superimposed is rapidly decaying. If this continues, she will be exhausted to death by that divine statue!"

On the arena.

Shen Youchu leaned on her spear, struggling to stand straight.

She could clearly feel that the violent power inside her, which allowed her to confront a god head-on despite the level gap, was draining away rapidly like the receding tide.

"Drip... drip..."

Drops of scalding blood dripped down the spear tip onto the white jade arena.

"Is there only... one last minute left."

Shen Youchu's purple-gold eyes stared fixedly at the ten-thousand-zhang divine statue in front of her; the gaze, which had been somewhat dim due to exhaustion, suddenly ignited with unprecedented madness and resolve at this moment!

"Since there isn't enough time..."

Shen Youchu took a deep breath, and her slender, sexy body tightened to the extreme once again.

"Then I... will decide the victory with one move!!!"

"Hum—!"

The moment her voice fell.

On Shen Youchu's brow, that purple-gold "Soldier" divine rune, which represented extreme slaughter and weapon control, suddenly began to tremble wildly with a hint of self-destruction!