108: Chapter 108 Still Unbeatable

"It is over."

Xiang Tian felt a trace of regret in his heart at this moment.

If not for his Breakthrough in the heat of battle, and his willingness to pay the price of immense side effects to unleash a secret technique, he would absolutely have no chance of defeating Chen Moxuan.

The duration of [Overlords Heavy Body] had long since exceeded his limit.

Only at the Perfection Realm could [Overlords Heavy Body] be pushed further, trading more severe side effects for longer duration and greater explosive power.

But once the duration was exceeded, every extra second he maintained it felt like steel needles grinding through his bone marrow.

His bones felt as if they were being repeatedly hammered by a giant, thousand-jun mallet, and the excruciating pain gnawed at every nerve like a swarm of ants; he was only holding on through the unyielding Battle Intent in his chest.

Afterwards, what awaited him might be days or even months of paralysis.

But to win this battle, none of that mattered anymore.

Right now, it was time to bring this battle to a close.

Xiang Tian lowered his waist and retracted his fist, crimson True Qi surging through his Meridians like molten lava as two Overlord phantoms suddenly merged into his body.

This was something that could only be achieved once [Overlords Heavy Body] reached the Realm of Perfection.

It was no longer just about using it to assist his own exertion; he was condensing the Overlord shadows onto himself, unleashing his Martial Skill in a trinity stance.

By stacking three synchronized Martial Skills, not only did his Move execution speed become as fast as lightning, but the power also multiplied exponentially.

"Red Heaven Breaking Shadow!"

Xiang Tian's roar shattered the sky, and his entire body transformed into a streak of crimson light, shooting out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Within a zhang of Chen Moxuan, he suddenly lashed out with an incredibly fierce straight punch.

In an instant, a solid, iron-like red light tore through the Void Realm, twisting and deforming the air in its path, emitting a piercing shriek.

This red light, carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth, was instantly upon Chen Moxuan, about to engulf him.

Yet Chen Moxuan stood like a monolith, calmly watching the incoming red light, with no sign of resistance around him.

"Have you given up on resisting..." Xiang Tian concluded in that instant.

The Martial Skill he was unleashing with all his might was a Low-Grade Earth-rank technique that could lock onto his opponent's Aura.

At such close range, it was practically impossible to dodge.

Moreover, Chen Moxuan's arms were broken, making him completely unable to withstand this earth-shattering blow.

He must have realized that his defeat was sealed and intended to exit the stage with grace.

A sense of loss suddenly welled up in Xiang Tian's heart.

However, that feeling of loss quickly dissipated like smoke.

What followed was a shadow that he would find difficult to forget for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, two proud-looking phantoms burst forth from behind Chen Moxuan.

One of these phantoms was like a mountain cast from yellow earth, majestic and heavy, while the other resembled a surging, vast blue sea, agile and unfathomable.

They were completely different from the Overlord phantoms Chen Moxuan had released before.

The moment the phantoms appeared, completely different True Qi attributes suddenly intertwined.

The yellow phantom condensed a heavy True Qi barrier, every inch flowing with the steadiness of a mountain, while the blue phantom outlined a whirlpool-like True Qi barrier, hiding subtle force in its circulation.

When the two defensive Martial Skills crashed together and stacked, they formed a perfect barrier that was soft on the outside but hard on the inside.

The crimson fist beam, carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth, slammed into them, but the moment it touched the water-colored True Qi, it felt as if it had fallen into a quagmire, its surging power stripped away layer by layer.

The residual force impacted the barrier, leaving only spiderweb-like cracks before instantly dissipating into nothingness.

The attack, which had just been so imposing, instantly failed to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Xiang Tian's pupils contracted, and a chill crawled from his spine to the back of his head: "Impossible... Impossible!"

The Overlord phantoms around Chen Moxuan were now circulating with the spiritual charm that only the Perfection Realm possessed; the phantoms seemed like living creatures, their every movement carrying a natural, effortless Aura.

Not only that, but Chen Moxuan could even release phantoms with different True Qi attributes, unleashing Martial Skills with vastly different styles.

This level of mastery over secret techniques far exceeded Xiang Tian's imagination; even the elders of his clan could not do this.

It was only through years of bitter cultivation of secret techniques and a sudden Epiphany that he had reached his current Realm.

Yet, in these short few seconds, Chen Moxuan had surpassed him, leaving him far behind.

The person in front of him seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

"Only you... I must win!"

Xiang Tian's eyes were blood-red, the bone-chilling pain in his body completely incinerated by his towering Battle Intent.

Like a crazed beast, he transformed into a blur and lunged straight at Chen Moxuan.

His fists carried the force to shatter the Void Realm, and the two Overlord phantoms behind him followed closely, flanking him in a pincer formation.

Chen Moxuan remained unhurried, the two phantoms behind him standing like a wall of bronze and iron.

The yellow phantom was as steady and heavy as a towering mountain, while the blue phantom was as agile and unfathomable as a raging sea; both struck out to meet the attack.

Four fists against six, the roar of countless colliding fist shadows sounded like thunder, shaking the falling snowflakes within a radius of several dozen zhang until they all disintegrated.

Xiang Tian was horrified to find that the speed and power of the opponent's phantoms were even better, blocking him completely with just two phantoms.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Xiang Tian acted as if he were insane, his punch speed increasing by another thirty percent amidst his roars, his fist shadows falling like a torrential rain.

But no matter how much force he exerted, he was firmly suppressed by those two phantoms, his offense like a mud ox entering the sea.

And as their fists continued to collide, Chen Moxuan's phantoms became increasingly lifelike, even opening their mouths to let out a rhythmic, explosive shout: "ORA ORA ORA ORA!"

At this moment, Xiang Tian had reached his absolute limit, both in body and mind.

The crimson phantom surrounding him trembled violently, and under the storm-like onslaught of Chen Moxuan's phantoms, it shattered inch by inch like glass.

Xiang Tian spat out a large mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and drifted downward.

He was already exhausted, having fought this long solely on a single breath.

Now, that breath, along with his secret technique, dissipated with a crash.

Chen Moxuan stood in mid-air, looking down at his falling opponent.

As the Immortal Heaven-Devouring Art circulated, his previously shattered bones were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You are quite strong." Chen Moxuan's voice was low and calm, carrying a rare touch of acknowledgment.

This light statement, carried by True Qi, pierced through the whistling wind and clearly reached Xiang Tian's ears.

Xiang Tian, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

"To think... you still had energy to spare."

"Burning everything, I still couldn't force you to use your full strength..."

"Chen Moxuan, for you... I, Xiang Tian, am completely convinced."

With a soft sigh, Xiang Tian's body, like a candle in the wind, turned into specks of light and dissipated between heaven and earth.