212: Chapter 212 Ultimate Showdown

On the arena, the two were a hundred zhang apart, and their auras had already locked onto each other.

Baili Yunche held the burning heaven sword in his right hand. The blade was as crimson as molten lava, and the earth fire essence slowly slithered along the sword ridge, emitting a scorching and fierce aura.

With his left hand, he formed hand seals, driving the Pure Yang Indestructible Scripture frantically within his body. The Nascent Soul inside his Dantian sat cross-legged with hands forming seals, and wisps of pure Yang spiritual Qi poured into the blade along his Meridians.

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu held the jinglei spear with both hands, the shaft wreathed in purple lightning, and the Origin power of the Heavenly Thunder Battle Body was driven to its absolute limit.

His pupils completely transformed into two purple thunderballs, his hair stood on end due to static electricity, and within a radius of three zhang around him, the air was ionized into a light blue plasma state, emitting crackling explosive sounds.

"Baili Yunche! I will let you know what true strength is!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu let out a furious shout and made the first Move!

His figure was like lightning, and he suddenly shook the jinglei spear in his hand. The spear tip sliced through the Void Realm, bringing up a purple-gold spear radiance dozens of zhang long.

That spear radiance distorted and deformed in mid-air, actually transforming into a bickering and clawing purple-gold Dragon shadow with its mouth wide open, swallowing towards Baili Yunche.

"Thunder Dragon Devouring the Heavens!"

The might of this single spear strike was several times stronger than when he fought Fifth Prince Zhou Changfeng previously.

Wherever the Dragon shadow passed, even the arena floor was scorched black by electricity, and the surrounding defensive formation patterns flickered uncertainly.

Baili Yunche's expression remained unchanged as he lightly shifted his footing.

"Roaming Dragon Step."

His figure suddenly became illusory, like an elusive wispy smoke, dodging sideways by a hair's breadth the moment the thunder Dragon lunged to bite.

The burning heaven sword slashed out smoothly, a crimson-gold Setting Sun Sword Intent slicing through the sky, aiming straight for Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu's throat.

"Setting Sun Like Blood."

The sword radiance was condensed like substance, only about a zhang long, yet it carried the absolute determination to sever all things.

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu let out a cold snort, the jinglei spear retreating to defend as the shaft blocked horizontally.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

The crimson-gold sword radiance collided with the purple-gold spear shaft, sparking fireworks all over the sky.

Both of their figures shuddered, remarkably splitting evenly!

"What fast movement technique!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he was secretly startled in his heart.

Driven at full force, the speed of his Heavenly Thunder Battle Body was already comparable to a Nascent Soul Stage Level 6 Cultivator, yet he hadn't expected Baili Yunche to be able to keep up with his rhythm.

"Likewise!"

Baili Yunche's mouth curved slightly, and his figure disappeared once more.

This time, he no longer defended passively, but took the initiative to attack.

Exercising the Roaming Dragon Step to the extreme, dozens of his afterimages seemed to appear on the arena simultaneously.

"Sword Slicing the Eight Desolations!"

Every afterimage slashed out a crimson-gold Sword Qi, strangling towards Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu from all directions.

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu let out an angry roar, the jinglei spear spinning frantically to transform into a purple-gold lightning barrier, protecting his surroundings impenetrably.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Sword Qi and spear shadows collided wildly, and in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the two had exchanged hundreds of Moves!

Every Move contained fatal murderous intent, and every form was enough to instantly kill an ordinary Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator.

"Fascinating! Too fascinating! This is truly a Peak Showdown!"

"Good heavens! Is Baili Yunche really only at Nascent Soul Stage Level 1? How can his magical power be so immense? Exchanging hundreds of blows head-on with Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu, he actually doesn't fall behind at all!"

"Every single Move of theirs is fatal; this is no longer a spar, but a true life-and-death struggle! The fluctuations of their spellcasting are already not inferior in the slightest to a great Cultivator at Nascent Soul Stage Level 8!"

"Prodigy! Both are Prodigies! When has the Cangxuan Empire ever seen a young showdown of this level?"

Everyone in the spectator stands turned their heads to look, staring unblinkingly at the two intertwined figures on the arena.

They were both shocked by the vastness of Baili Yunche's magical power and even more shocked by the ruthlessness of the two's Moves.

The aftermath overflowing from every collision was enough to shake a Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator into severe injuries.

As time progressed, the battle between the two began to reach an impasse.

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu grew more alarmed the more he fought.

He originally thought that relying on the domineering nature of the Heavenly Thunder Battle Body, he could crush Baili Yunche within ten Moves.

But now hundreds of Moves had passed, and not only was the opponent not suppressed, but he grew more courageous with every battle. That pure Yang spiritual Qi seemed endless, and every sword strike was fiercer than the last.

"Baili Yunche!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu flickered his spear to shatter three streaks of Sword Qi, his figure violently retreating by three zhang, the spear tip pointing diagonally as purple lightning leaped frantically in his pupils.

He stared fixedly at Baili Yunche, his voice carrying unsuppressible anger and a trace of imperceptible impatience.

"Didn't you snatch my jiuyou cold flame? Why aren't you using it?"

Baili Yunche stood holding his sword, the crimson flames on the burning heaven sword swaying slightly, reflecting his handsome and calm face.

He lightly shook off the electric arcs on the blade, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc.

"To deal with you, it's temporarily unnecessary."

He paused, his tone piercing straight to the heart with every word:

"If you really want to witness it, I can grant your wish, only I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

"Arrogant!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu's face completely twisted, and the lightning in his eyes surged violently.

He slammed his foot down, causing the entire arena to vibrate violently.

"Baili Yunche, do you think that relying on a Tier 4 Flying Sword, you can contend with my Heavenly Thunder Battle Body?"

"Today, I will let you experience what true despair is!"

He gripped the jinglei spear with both hands, plunging the shaft fiercely into the ground.

In an instant, centered on him, a huge purple thunder formation emerged on the arena.

Countless purple heavenly thunders as thick as water buckets slashed down from the Void Realm, turning the entire arena into an ocean of thunder.

"Myriad Thunders Heavenly Prison!"

The lightning filling the sky transformed into a huge prison, casting down overhead towards Baili Yunche.

Every bolt of thunder contained terrifying might sufficient to heavily injure a Nascent Soul Stage Level 5 Cultivator. When ten thousand thunders fell together, even a Nascent Soul Stage Level 7 Cultivator would have to give wide berth.

Baili Yunche's expression finally grew solemn.

He brandished the burning heaven sword frantically in his hand, and streaks of crimson-gold sword screens condensed in front of him, transforming into burning lotuses one after another.

"Fire Lotus Protecting the Body!"

The sword screens and thunder collided frantically, crimson-gold flames and purple-blue lightning intertwining together, producing a deafening explosion.

Baili Yunche's figure continuously retreated amidst the thunder sea. Every step he took left a deep, scorched footprint on the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each bolt of thunder was more violent than the last, and the sword screens shattered layer by layer.

Baili Yunche was forced to retreat repeatedly until his back pressed against the defensive light barrier of the arena, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Hmph! Baili Yunche, I admit that your strength is very strong! Unfortunately... you met me!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu's voice came from within the thunder sea, carrying undisguised arrogance and murderous intent.

He slowly walked out of the thunder formation, countless purple thunder snakes winding around his body, resembling a god of war stepping out from a thunder pool.

"I, Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu, am the true chosen son of heaven of the Cangxuan Empire!"

"I guided Qi at seven, established my foundation at ten, formed my Golden Core at twenty, and achieved a Breakthrough to Nascent Soul at forty!"

"My Heavenly Thunder Battle Body is a peerless Physique that the royal family has rarely seen in a thousand years!"

"What qualifications do you have to fight me? Relying on your pitiful cultivation? Or relying on that ragged Flying Sword of yours?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised the jinglei spear, the tip pointing straight at the center of Baili Yunche's brows.

"Today, I will let you know how ridiculous your puny tricks are in the face of absolute strength!"