737: Chapter 737 Mahayana Melee

Almost simultaneously, Qin Yu breached another layer of the Thousand-Fold Void Domain.

Instead, the Thousand-Fold Void Domain became Qin Yu's advantage; every time she passed through a layer, someone fell.

Venerable Yong Ye simply withdrew the spatial Divine Ability.

As the space loosened, both sides retreated respectively, standing ten thousand miles apart and confronting each other from afar.

Murong Changge, Qin Yu, Chu Chu, Han Feiyu, Yan Ruyu, and more than twenty others all retreated to your side, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Except for Qin Yu, everyone was injured.

Your injuries were the most severe, with only twenty percent of your aura remaining.

The four strongest figures on the opposite side: Emperor Yan lost thirty percent, Venerable Tianming lost fifty percent, the Tiangong Divine Beast lost twenty percent, and Venerable Yong Ye remained unscathed.

Tiangong suffered heavier losses in personnel; aside from Liu Xuerong, everyone else was slain by Qin Yu and the others.

Both sides each had over twenty people remaining, basically even in number.

A thought flashed through your mind—if you were to die, could Qin Yu, Qin Han, Murong Changge, and the others break through the opposite side?

Before you had time to think further, the melee had already erupted.

Venerable Tianming was the first to strike at you—the Law of Words.

That invisible suppression came again. You tried to execute the Immortal Slaying Sword Art with all your might, but it was like sinking deep into a quagmire, unable to exert your strength.

That feeling was just like—previously, as a Mortal, you could step over a small stone by lifting your foot. Now, however, a high wall blocked your path, impossible to step over no matter what.

This was because your strength was still insufficient, and you lacked the means to restrain the Law of Words.

Clearly, Venerable Tianming's Law of Words was not omnipotent either. Otherwise, he would have already banned your Immortal Slaying Sword Art and sealed everyone else off together.

At the same time, Emperor Yan's fire domain also unfolded, with pale Dao fire shrouding the entire battlefield.

At that instant, you felt everything between heaven and earth burning—Laws snapped in the fire, space collapsed in the fire, and even the mobilized Power of the Great Dao was suffocating.

You mobilized the Power of the Great Dao with all your might to protect your body, but those flames seemed alive, drilling inward layer by layer, causing your Dao foundation to loosen, crack, and flake off.

You couldn't block it; you couldn't block it at all.

You gritted your teeth and persevered, unable to even muster the strength to resist.

Qin Yu was completely different from you.

Her body was shrouded in Chaos Power, and the flames could no longer enter once they forced within three feet of her—Chaos protected her body, remaining immune to all Laws, and the Chaos Power instead swallowed the Dao fire.

With a punch slammed into Emperor Yan's chest, Chaos Power poured in. Emperor Yan's flames were extinguished inch by inch within that grayish-white tide of light, and his entire body was sent flying backward, his chest caved in, his Dao source shaken, and his face pale.

Before the remaining flames dissipated, Qin Han lunged forward again, opening its mouth to swallow those burning Dao fires in one gulp. The flames extinguished within its belly, leaving not even embers behind.

Venerable Yong Ye also struck at the same time, pressing his hand downward emptily. Space collapsed, and the entire starry sky pressed down upon you in layers like crumpled paper.

Qin Han swept across with a claw, the claw mark tearing apart the Void Realm, shattering space, causing the Divine Ability to collapse on the spot, and the aftermath exploding toward both sides.

Just as Venerable Tianming made his move, Qin Yu had already slapped a palm over.

Chaos Power crushed his Dao barrier, and Venerable Tianming's entire body was slapped into a ball of blood mist, instantly annihilated.

You were stunned for a fraction of a second—as powerful as Venerable Tianming, yet unable to withstand a single palm from Qin Yu?

At the same time, the Ziyang Divine Light of Song Yang and Song Yu exploded once more.

Where the purple light swept past, three or four Tiangong Mahayana figures froze for an instant and were slain on the spot by Han Feiyu and Yan Ruyu who followed closely behind.

Qin Han rampaged wildly through the melee, its figure so fast it was almost invisible.

Just as Venerable Yong Ye raised his hand, Qin Han had already appeared before him, pinching down with a claw. Venerable Yong Ye's entire body was like a mud doll being clutched, his physique shattering, his Dao charm collapsing, without even managing to emit a single scream.

The Tiangong Divine Beast pounced toward Qin Han from the side, striking its back with a claw, but Qin Han didn't even break a single hair.

Qin Han turned its head, tearing apart the Divine Beast's body with a backhanded claw from shoulder to abdomen, blood spraying across the starry sky.

The Divine Beast let out a muffled roar, retreating tens of thousands of miles, its aura plummeting abruptly.

Chu Chu struck at the same time, her figure rising up and transforming into a giant sword spanning heaven and earth, its sword body grayish-white, with Chaos patterns flowing across the surface.

The giant sword slashed down from the air, its blade pointing directly at Xu Haoran.

Xu Haoran didn't even have time to raise his head before he was entirely annihilated by the sword light, his Dao charm dissolving, leaving nothing behind.

Possessing the Grandmist Sword Body, Chu Chu had always rarely met an opponent among those of the same realm.

Meaty followed closely behind, the Spotless Sword Body humming as hundreds of millions of silver-white sword lights exploded with her at the center, covering a radius of tens of millions of miles.

Those weaker Mahayana Early Stage practitioners were pierced by the sword light, their Dao foundations shattering, their bodies disintegrating, falling in droves.

Cheng Rongrong and Xue Miaoyun cooperated tacitly, specifically targeting those injured Tiangong Mahayana figures. One restricted while the other delivered the finishing blow, and three people in succession were slain by their joint efforts.

Murong Changge also seemed different.

He raised his hand in an empty grasp, a giant palm shrouding tens of millions of miles. Closing his five fingers, Ye Chen, who only had thirty percent of his aura left, didn't even have time to struggle before being directly crushed into a ball of blood mist, perishing completely.

It seemed Murong Changge was not incompetent; he was only restricted when facing truly powerful experts.

Just like when you faced Venerable Tianming, you were likewise completely suppressed.

Everyone fell into a melee, and hundreds of millions of miles of starry sky were thoroughly beaten into a vacuum.

You were not idle either, wandering at the edge of the battlefield and seizing the timing to support various places.

One million miles ahead of you, Meaty was grazed on the shoulder by a grayish-white light scar, her entire left side of the body sliced off on the spot, flesh rolling back, bones exposed, almost split open diagonally.

She let out a muffled groan, her figure retreating rapidly, blood spraying across half a trajectory.

You did not hesitate, gripping the Immortal Slaying Sword tightly and consecutively swinging two swords toward her direction.

The first sword light slashed out, striking a Tiangong Mahayana figure squarely. Before that person could even scream, their figure was already disintegrating inch by inch within the sword light.

The second sword light followed closely behind, striking another Mahayana figure. His two severed halves of the body retreated tens of millions of miles, yet his figure dissipated amidst the retreat.

Two sword strikes, two people, clean and neat.

Without even casting another glance, you had already turned around to search for the next target.

With the Immortal Slaying Sword in hand, you didn't need to build momentum or store strength; every strike was a fatal blow.

However, Venerable Tianming had not forgotten you.

The very first moment after he re-condensed his physique, he renewed it for you—the Law of Words, banning your Immortal Slaying Sword Art.

Even though he only had twenty percent of his aura left and was entangled by Qin Han with no time to spare, he still hadn't forgotten about you.

The melee grew increasingly fierce.

From time to time, someone was slain.

The range of the battlefield also stretched wider and wider.

The entire starry sky was completely thrown into Chaos.

Chaos Power, Power of the Great Dao, Law Power, flames, sword lights, claw marks, and purple light blended together. No one could tell who was who, leaving only continuously exploding aftermaths and constantly vanishing figures.