289: Zhong Kun, the First Immortal King of the Spirit Clan! Die!

Zhong Kun's eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs looking as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, the shock on his face frozen in time.

His neck turned mechanically, the movement stiff and filled with disbelief as he looked to the side.

In that split second, a black-gold figure streaked across like a meteor in the dark night, yet it was even swifter and more phantom-like than any meteor.

Every time he moved, it was as if space was being forcibly torn apart and instantly stitched back together, leaving behind black cracks where golden light faintly flickered.

A violent, Supreme One Aura surged like an apocalyptic flood from the Nine Serenities Hell, rushing forth with a momentum capable of crushing everything in its path.

Wherever he passed, space distorted into various bizarre shapes, as if being kneaded at will by an invisible giant hand, letting out "creak, creak" sounds.

"Middle Stage True Immortal! Seventh level Law of Space! How is this possible?"

Zhong Kun felt as if his heart were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, thumping wildly as if it were about to burst from his chest.

His mind was in total Chaos, his past understanding of the world shattered into pieces by the scene before him.

"Just a moment ago, this kid was clearly only an Early Stage True Immortal with the sixth level of the Law of Space."

"In just a brief instant, how could there be such an earth-shattering change? This simply defies common sense and subverts the heavens and earth!"

However, Zhong Kun was, after all, the Spirit Race's number one Immortal King.

After a brief moment of panic, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Hmph, even so, what can you do to me?

This Aura is, at most, barely at the Middle Stage Immortal King level.

Compared to his profound foundation as a Late Stage Immortal King with the eighth level of the Law of Space, it was still like a mantis trying to stop a carriage—overestimating its own strength!

Zhong Kun, who had originally planned a retreat in his heart and intended to slip away, now looked at the approaching Lin Yan and the Supreme One Aura about to consume him, a cold light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"You refused the path to Heaven and barged into Hell instead. Today, I'll let you know..."

However, before he could finish his words, his face changed instantly, as if covered by a thick layer of frost.

Just as the overwhelming Black-Gold Flames completely enveloped him.

Zhong Kun felt with horror that the cultivation and Law power within his body seemed to be bound tightly by countless sturdy ropes, unable to move and suppressed down by an entire level.

This... His mind went blank.

Immediately after, countless snippets of information about Lin Yan flashed through his chaotic thoughts.

Invincible strength that transcends levels, combined with an unreasonable Phenomenon suppression ability—the two combined are called Supreme One!

A flash of panic instantly crossed Zhong Kun's eyes.

If he could only exert the strength of a Middle Stage Immortal King, let alone competing with Ou Mo, who was at the same level.

Dealing with Lin Yan alone might not even be possible!

The eternal melody continued to play; time never stops its hurried pace for anyone's obsession or struggle.

Even on this battlefield where life and death were decided in an instant.

The moment the Phenomenon and Supreme One Aura enveloped Zhong Kun.

Ou Mo keenly captured his situation.

A bolt of shock first flashed through his eyes, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by an excitement so intense it couldn't be dispersed.

"Hahaha!"

A deafening roar of laughter rang out.

"Old man, I told you already, you won't escape today even if you grew wings!"

With that, the muscles of his seemingly thin body tensed up, and he suddenly raised the giant saber in his hand, which flickered with a cold light, and swung a violent horizontal slash at Zhong Kun.

With one slash, the saber light instantly expanded to several dozen feet long, like a bolt of lightning that could split the world.

It forcibly tore a long, narrow opening in the space of the Land of Nothingness, revealing a patch of Chaos.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Lin Yan approached like a god of war from ancient myths, the heavenly emperor halberd in his hand shining brilliantly, with a faint black-gold light flowing over the halberd's body.

Crack—!

The space beneath his feet shattered like fragile ice.

He leaped up, his body tracing a perfect arc, as if he were about to split the entire void in two.

"Overlord!"

This thunderous roar echoed through the heavens and earth, shaking the surrounding air into ripples and forming visible sound waves that spread in all directions.

In an instant, the deafening roar sounded as if the world were collapsing and the sky were shattering.

The vast thick mist seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, churning violently.

The top powerhouses of the Human Race from all directions looked toward the battlefield through the blurred images that flashed by.

Their eyes flickered with anticipation for the outcome of this Peak duel.

Some unconsciously clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white, as if they were personally involved in the fierce battle.

Others held their breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing even a fraction of the battlefield.

Still others furrowed their brows, fine beads of sweat breaking out on their foreheads, their eyes full of anxiety and speculation about the direction of the situation.

As for Zhong Kun.

He immediately grit his teeth and mobilized his remaining Middle Stage Immortal King strength.

Buzz—!

The Inverted Bright Moon erupted with ten thousand feet of brilliant light.

A shimmering shield instantly appeared in front of him, doing its best to block Ou Mo's peerless saber light.

However.

Bang—!

Crack—!

Under that violent Saber Qi, the shield instantly shattered and vanished.

"Pfft!" Zhong Kun had just spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Yan, like a falling star carrying endless power and momentum, bore down upon him.

Where the tip of the halberd pointed, space was torn into black cracks, and Black-Gold Flames like nimble snake tongues spread out along these cracks, dyeing the surrounding space a scorching heat.

Boom—!

The heavenly emperor halberd collided violently with the Long Spear thrust out by Zhong Kun.

In an instant.

"Pfft, argh!!"

Zhong Kun was blasted back repeatedly by the immense force transmitted through his arms, his steps staggering as he spat out large amounts of blood.

But there was still a trace of unwillingness and madness in his eyes, as he wanted to use this chance to escape.

However, how could Ou Mo and Lin Yan give him the chance?

Ou Mo's figure was like lightning as he instantly closed in, his giant saber raised high, whistling through the air as he hacked down fiercely at Zhong Kun.

At the same time, Lin Yan's heavenly emperor halberd, wrapped in Black-Gold Flames, stabbed directly toward Zhong Kun's chest from the other side, fast as a lightning bolt.

Zhong Kun's eyes widened in horror, unable to dodge at all.

With a "squelch" sound.

The giant saber struck Zhong Kun's shoulder first, blood spraying out like a fountain.

Almost at the same instant, Lin Yan's heavenly emperor halberd also pierced into Zhong Kun's chest without any deviation, the tip emerging from his back and bringing with it a string of blood blossoms.

Zhong Kun's body instantly froze, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

He opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but could only make a few muffled gurgling sounds.

Ou Mo's cold eyes showed no fluctuation as he swung his giant saber horizontally.

Lin Yan exerted force with his right arm, and the black-gold light on the heavenly emperor halberd flared up.

Bang—!

A loud explosion.

A mist of blood bloomed.

Splash—!

A torrential rain of blackish-red blood, like a wail from the Universe, suddenly showered down in the starry sky.