176: Chapter 176 Profound Yin Annihilation Wave

Wang Bufan felt the surging power within his body, though his body was wracked with intense pain.

He let out a sinister, cackling laugh, his voice sounding like a night owl:

"Chen Zilong! Now, feel despair!"

"I'm going to crush you inch by inch, pull out your Nascent Soul, and burn it with Xuan Yin True Fire for a thousand years!"

He clapped his hands together, and the black flames filling the sky no longer scattered; instead, they converged frantically, condensing into a pitch-black fireball the size of a house in front of him!

At the center of the fireball, a vortex seemed to be spinning, swallowing the surrounding light and spiritual energy, emitting a destructive fluctuation that made the soul tremble.

"Xuan Yin... World-Destroying Wave!"

He shoved his arms forward violently, and that terrifying black flame fireball, carrying the momentum to crush everything, slowly yet unstoppably pressed down toward Chen Zilong!

Everywhere it passed, space distorted slightly, and the platform ground was plowed into deep scorched furrows by the escaping Yin fire.

This strike far surpassed any previous method; it was the strongest blow Wang Bufan could unleash at this moment!

He wanted to settle the matter with a single strike, blasting Chen Zilong along with his confidence and the Zhou Family's hope into powder!

Facing this terrifying strike that would make even an ordinary Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator stand on guard, Chen Zilong finally moved.

He sighed softly, looking somewhat helpless.

"I wanted to save some strength..."

He muttered to himself.

Then, he raised his head.

His gaze changed.

It was no longer calm and rippleless as before, but like a sleeping beast slowly opening its eyes.

An indescribably heavy, ancient, and overbearing aura slowly awakened from him.

He released a portion of the suppression on himself.

Within his dantian, that golden Nascent Soul suddenly opened its eyes, and the Buddhist light, thunder arcs, and demonic energy entwined around it all flared up at once!

The true techniques of the three schools operated at an unprecedented speed!

Nascent Soul Middle Stage—

Chen Zilong's true, solid-foundation Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation burst forth!

"Buzz—!"

An invisible airwave exploded with him as the center; compared to Wang Bufan's hollow Nascent Soul Middle Stage pressure, it was more than ten times more solid!

The airwave surged into the sky, actually tearing a hole in the high-altitude clouds!

On the five thunders heavenly heart armor, those silver thunder patterns seemed to be infused with life, frantically moving and lighting up, emitting "crackling" explosions that made him look like a God of Thunder descending to the world!

The Lifebound Treasure in his dantian—the overlord cauldron—flew out automatically.

It hovered above his head, spinning rapidly and growing larger, turning into a circle about ten feet wide, with the cauldron's mouth facing downward.

It draped down thick, material-like dark yellow light curtains, protecting him in the center.

The cloud-thunder patterns and beast designs on the cauldron body seemed to come alive, letting out low roars.

The auras of the Daoist, Demonic, and Buddhist schools, the protection of the thunder armor, the suppression of the overlord cauldron...

Various phenomena intertwined on Chen Zilong alone, forming an incredibly shocking scene!

Above and below the cliff, there was dead silence.

Everyone was stunned into silence by this sudden, far-beyond-expected terrifying aura.

Zhou Xiao covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, but tears welled up uncontrollably; this time, it was extreme shock and...

Wild joy?!

Elder Tian Yin stood up abruptly, a look of horror appearing on his face for the first time:

"This aura... this cultivation technique... who exactly is he?!"

The cruel smile on Wang Bufan's face froze, replaced by unbelievable terror.

He felt that his Nascent Soul Middle Stage power, which had been boosted through a secret technique and seemed powerful, was actually like a clay chicken or a pottery dog in front of the opponent, appearing so hollow and laughable!

"It's only polite to return the favor."

Chen Zilong spoke; his voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the roar of the black flame fireball's progress and reached everyone's ears, "Take a hit from my cauldron."

He pointed his fingers like a sword, lightly tapping the overlord cauldron above his head.

"overlord cauldron, suppress!"

The ten-foot-wide bronze cauldron emitted a dull roar like an ancient giant beast awakening.

The cauldron body radiated light, carrying a terrifying momentum that could crush mountains and rivers and suppress eternity; without dodging, it crashed straight toward the whistling black "Xuan Yin World-Destroying Wave" fireball!

No fancy techniques, just a collision of pure power against power, a hard clash between a magical treasure and a divine ability!

Under everyone's wide-eyed gaze—

The overlord cauldron and the Xuan Yin World-Destroying Wave fireball collided violently!

"Boom—!!!!!"

An indescribable loud bang, as if the sky had exploded and the earth had shattered!

Terrifying sound waves and spiritual energy shockwaves spread frantically in all directions in a spherical shape!

Duanlong Cliff shook violently, countless rocks fell, and the people watching from the cliff walls cried out in alarm; those with weaker cultivation were directly shaken until they spat blood and flew backward!

At the center of the collision, the blinding light made it impossible to look directly.

Only a crisp "crack" was heard, followed by the "hissing" sound of flames dissipating.

As the light dimmed slightly, everyone saw in horror—

That seemingly world-destroying Xuan Yin World-Destroying Wave fireball had actually been smashed into pieces by the overlord cauldron, turning into a sky full of flowing fire that quickly vanished!

And the overlord cauldron's momentum didn't decrease; carrying the remaining power to suppress everything, it continued to press down on the pale-faced, dumbfounded Wang Bufan behind it!

"No!!!"

Wang Bufan let out a roar of despair, frantically urging the xuan yin banner and all his spiritual energy to lay down layer after layer of black light curtains above his head.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The overlord cauldron was like a hot knife through butter, smashing three layers of light curtains in a row, and finally slammed heavily onto Wang Bufan's hurriedly raised arms and the xuan yin banner!

"Puff—!"

Wang Bufan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood; a clear sound of bone cracking came from his arms, and the xuan yin banner let out a wail, its spiritual light dimming as it flew backward.

He was smashed backward dozens of feet like a broken sack, falling heavily at the edge of the platform and rolling several times before stopping, covered in blood, his clothes torn, in a wretched state.

The overlord cauldron circled in the air, shrank, and flew back above Chen Zilong's head, hovering quietly as if it had only done a trivial thing.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Only the wail of the wind blowing across the cliff top and the extremely suppressed gasps from the distant observers remained.

The outcome seemed to have been decided.

Wang Bufan struggled, using his broken arms to prop up his upper body; his face was a mess of blood and dirt, his eyes were vacant, filled with incomprehensible fear and frustration.

He had lost, lost completely; even after using a forbidden technique to boost himself to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, he was still heavily injured by a single blow from the opponent! This gap was so large it made him despair.

Chen Zilong walked over slowly, his footsteps on the rock making a faint "tap, tap" sound, which in this silence sounded like a heavy drum beating on everyone's hearts.

He stopped a few feet in front of Wang Bufan and looked down at him.

"You..." Wang Bufan tried to say something hoarsely.

But Chen Zilong spoke first, his tone still flat:

"Didn't your master teach you that power borrowed from outside is ultimately just a reflection in the water?"

Wang Bufan trembled all over.

Chen Zilong stopped looking at him, turned around, and prepared to leave.

According to the agreement, he had won, and Wang Bufan was at his mercy.

But he had no interest in dealing with a crippled man; the rest was a matter between the Zhou Family and the Wang Family.

However, just as he turned his back to Wang Bufan and his spirit relaxed slightly—

A sudden change occurred!

Wang Bufan, who was lying on the ground and seemingly dying, suddenly burst out with extremely frenzied malice and ruthlessness in his eyes!

At some point, his intact left hand had reached for his waist, where a life-saving sword talisman bestowed by his master was hidden—

A one-time consumable item containing a sword qi from Elder Yin Sha, its power comparable to a full-strength strike from a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator; it was incredibly insidious, specifically designed to break through protective qi and magical treasure defenses!

"Go to hell!!!"

Wang Bufan used his last bit of strength and all his resentment to activate the sword talisman!

"Whoosh—!"

A faint, dark sword light as thin as a hair and almost indiscernible to the naked eye shot silently yet like lightning straight toward Chen Zilong's defenseless back!

Everywhere the sword light passed, even the air was corroded into a faint black trace, emitting a lethal, sinister coldness!

"Watch out!!!"

Zhou Xiao's scream was heart-wrenching.

Elder Tian Yin's expression changed; he opened his mouth but ultimately didn't move.

This sword talisman...

He knew it.