213: Chapter 213 Defeating Zhou Changyu

With his back against the light barrier and feeling the piercing thunder radiance between his eyebrows, Baili Yunche remained exceptionally calm in his heart.

He took a deep breath as the Pure Yang Indestructible Scripture within his body circulated frantically, and the Nascent Soul inside his Dantian abruptly opened its eyes.

"The Heavenly Thunder Battle Body is truly terrifying! It seems I must execute the Flame Dragon Three Mysterious Transformations to reverse the battle situation!"

He thought to himself.

The combat power of Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu indeed exceeded his expectations.

With the Heavenly Thunder Battle Body at the Peak of the fourth layer of the Nascent Soul Stage, matched with the Earth Rank High Grade Violet Firmament Thunder Dragon Spear Art, his true combat power was already comparable to the seventh layer of the Nascent Soul Stage.

If he did not display his trump card, he would undoubtedly suffer defeat today.

Seeing Baili Yunche remain silent, Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu thought he had exhausted all his tricks and sneered.

"What? Nothing to say? In that case, then go and die!"

He formed hand seals with both hands as purple thunder radiance frantically condensed around him, and within the Void Realm behind him, a hundred-zhang-tall phantom of a thunder god slowly emerged.

That thunder god was clad in thunder armor and held a thunder spear, its face identical to that of Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu, exuding a terrifying might capable of destroying heaven and earth.

"Thunder Spirit Transformation!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu let out a long howl towards the heavens, his voice trembling with extreme excitement.

This was his greatest trump card, an Earth Rank High Grade secret art treasured by the royal family, which drew the thunder essence of the Nine Heavens into his body to transform into a thunder god of war, instantly boosting his combat power threefold within a short time!

"This is... the Thunder Spirit Transformation secret art! The supreme secret art that no one in the royal family has mastered for a hundred years!"

"Good heavens! The Seventh Prince has actually executed the Thunder Spirit Transformation! It is said that this art requires the Heavenly Thunder Battle Body as a catalyst to draw upon the thunder essence power from above the Nine Heavens, transforming into a thunder god with no match among the same rank!"

"No one has mastered it for a hundred years? Doesn't that make the Seventh Prince the number one person in the royal family for a century?!"

"Baili Yunche is in danger! Once the Thunder Spirit Transformation appears, even an eighth layer Nascent Soul Cultivator would have to steer clear!"

The entire audience was shocked as countless Cultivators stood up, gazing at the hundred-zhang thunder god phantom with eyes full of awe and fear.

Xu Yuehuan and Liu Ruyan stood in the Xuanyang Sect area, their hands tightly clasped together and their delicate bodies trembling slightly.

Their beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the dark cyan figure surrounded by the sea of thunder on the arena, silently praying in their hearts.

"Baili Yunche... you must pull through..."

Peak Master Luo Yunshang sat upright in the VIP seats, her delicate body beneath the light purple palace dress leaning forward slightly, a flash of solemnity crossing her beautiful eyes.

Her right hand already pressed against the hilt of the qingshuang sword; the moment Baili Yunche showed the slightest sign of defeat, she would step in to rescue him at the first instant.

Even if it meant offending the royal family, she would spare no expense.

"Baili Yunche!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu's voice became grand and majestic, resembling a Heavenly God issuing an edict.

He hovered at the chest of the thunder god phantom, surrounded by entangling thunder radiance, and the jinglei spear in his hand had transformed into a hundred-zhang-long giant thunder spear.

"For you to be able to force me to use my final trump card, you are already proud enough! Now, go to hell!"

"Spear of the Thunder God — Extinguishing World Heavenly Tribulation!"

He roared fiercely, and the hundred-zhang thunder god phantom abruptly raised the giant thunder spear, fiercely thrusting it downward toward Baili Yunche.

The might of that single spear felt like a genuine Heavenly Tribulation descending, intending to completely annihilate the entire arena along with Baili Yunche into nothingness.

"You are celebrating far too early."

At this critical juncture, Baili Yunche slowly raised his head.

A corner of his mouth even curved into an even colder smile.

His aura began to soar at a terrifying speed.

"Boom!"

A flame intertwined with ice blue and scarlet gold abruptly erupted from within his body.

That flame was cold on the outside and hot on the inside; its outer layer was a profound ice blue, while its core was a blazing scarlet gold.

The two completely opposite powers merged perfectly, exuding heart-palpitating and terrifying fluctuations.

"Flame Dragon Three Mysterious Transformations — Scarlet Scale Coiling Dragon!"

Baili Yunche let out a low cry and formed hand seals with both hands.

In an instant, the ice-blue flames around him frantically condensed, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long giant dragon phantom.

The entire body of that giant dragon was covered in scarlet-gold dragon scales, with ice-blue nether flames dancing on every scale, and two clusters of scarlet-gold Pure Yang fire burning within its dragon eyes, exuding a bizarre aura that was both cold and scorching.

"Look quickly! What is that Baili Yunche doing?!"

"Could he also be executing a secret art?!"

"Why does the secret art he is executing look even more terrifying than the Seventh Prince's Thunder Spirit Transformation? That dragon... could the flames on that dragon be..."

"That is the jiuyou cold flame! He actually possesses a spirit fire secret art! He has refined the jiuyou cold flame into his own natal spirit fire!"

"What?! Using heaven and earth spirit fire for oneself? How can this be possible! Even a Soul Transformation Stage old monster might not necessarily be able to refine heaven and earth spirit fire!"

The entire audience boiled over once more, countless Cultivators turning pale with shock as they gazed at the hundred-zhang flame dragon with eyes full of disbelief.

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu stared at the flame dragon condensed from the jiuyou cold flame, his pupils suddenly contracting before being completely swallowed by endless fury and malice.

That should have been his Opportunity!

That should have been the stepping stone for his Heavenly Thunder Battle Body to reach a higher level!

Yet now, it was being used against him by this hateful ant before his eyes!

"So what if you have a spirit fire secret art?! You're still going to die!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu let out a beast-like roar, his face completely distorted.

Grasping the Spear of the Thunder God with both hands, the hundred-zhang thunder god phantom behind him exerted force simultaneously, and that giant thunder spear carried the might of destroying heaven and earth as it fiercely stabbed toward the flame dragon.

"Break for me!"

"Roar... Roar..."

The flame dragon roared up to the heavens, its dragon mouth wide open as the ice-blue cold flames and the scarlet-gold Pure Yang fire intertwined into a massive flame vortex, crashing head-on against the giant thunder spear.

Rumble!

The instant the two collided, time seemed to freeze for a split second.

The next moment, an indescribably terrifying radiance erupted from the point of collision.

Scarlet-gold, ice-blue, and purple-gold—the light of three colors intertwined, turning into a pillar of light soaring straight into the sky and piercing the firmament.

In front of this power, the defense light barrier of the entire arena was instantly torn apart like thin paper, its fragments scattering in all directions.

"Not good! Fall back quickly!"

In the spectator stands, countless Cultivators turned pale with fright.

Several thousand Cultivators standing nearby were directly blown away by the terrifying aftermath, tumbling in the air like kites with broken strings and spitting blood wildly from their mouths.

Even strong practitioners of the Nascent Soul Stage had to deploy their Magic Treasures to resist the rampaging energy storm with all their might.

Once the radiance dispersed, the crowd hurriedly focused their eyes to look.

They saw that on the arena, the hundred-zhang flame dragon had actually forcibly swallowed the giant thunder spear to the very last bit!

The ice-blue cold flames froze the thunder Qi, and the scarlet-gold Pure Yang fire burned away the thunder essence.

With its momentum unabated, the flame dragon flicked its tail, heavily lashing against that hundred-zhang thunder god phantom.

"Crack!"

The thunder god phantom let out an unbearable moan as cracks rapidly spread like a spiderweb from its chest, eventually exploding with a loud bang and dissipating into a sky full of thunder radiance.

"No! Impossible! How could my Thunder Spirit Transformation... fail! I am the Son of Destiny... How could I lose to an ant like you!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu let out a shrill and unwilling roar, spitting a wild mouthful of blood.

The aftermath of the flame dragon slammed fiercely into his body, tearing his purple-gold coiling-dragon robe into shreds and shattering every single bone in his proud Heavenly Thunder Battle Body.

"Bang!"

Seventh Prince Zhou Changyu plummeted from the air like a meteorite, heavily smashing onto the arena.

The ground was smashed directly into a massive deep pit by him, with cracks spreading outwards for dozens of zhang.

He struggled to climb up, only to find himself completely powerless!

Kneeling on the ground with his hands braced against the shattered surface, his hair scorched and disheveled, his once handsome face was now covered in blood, filth, and dust, looking utterly wretched to the extreme.

He raised his head, gazing at the figure holding a sword and walking over slowly, his eyes filled with fear, reluctance, and despair.