Realm-Hopping Martial Master

The oppressive, overwhelming pressure filled with primordial Evil Qi, crashed like a tangible tide, relentlessly assaulting Lu Chong and Liu Qingyan’s minds and bodies.

This is the insurmountable chasm between the Daoist Monarch Realm and the Demon Venerable Realm!

And yet, it is merely a Half-step Demon Venerable.

It could effortlessly slaughter these Daoist Monarchs, toy with them like ants!

"Roar..."

A deep, thunderous tiger’s roar rolled out from its throat, not loud, but it caused Lu Chong and Liu Qingyan’s divine souls to quake, their blood to surge, as if struck by an invisible heavy hammer.

Liu Qingyan gasped, as the light curtain of her amulet flickered violently and darkened slightly.

In Lu Chong’s eyes, there was a searing hatred and madness.

Obeying the Supreme Sect Leader’s command, he brought two fellow disciples from the Dao Yi Sect and Dan Fu Sect here, having faced little obstruction in the earlier dangerous sites and even gathered considerable information. Yet, they encountered a trap in this Desolate Sand Sea!

He abruptly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face suddenly flushing an unhealthy red.

The Daoist Embryo he had cultivated for years began to tremble wildly, the Primordial Spirit essence in his dantian igniting like dry wood, boiling and burning recklessly!

"Go!"

Lu Chong let out a tearing roar, simultaneously slamming a magic artifact, resembling a small golden bell, onto Liu Qingyan’s back.

This was a Space Shifting Secret Treasure prepared for him by the True Martial Sect, originally meant for three people. Without hesitation, he poured all its energy into one person, ensuring Liu Qingyan could be instantly sent away.

At the same time, his other hand stabbed the broken Zhen Yue Spear fiercely into the ground beside him, activating the last stored True Martial battle spirit guarding light within it to form a temporary defensive barrier, attempting to shield Liu Qingyan from the terrifying White Tiger’s interference.

"Burn my True Blood, ignite my Daoist Embryo, guide the way with my soul, let all evils retreat!"

Lu Chong’s voice turned hoarse and shrill, as if each word splattered scalding blood.

His Dao Rhyme burst explosively outward, the essence in his flesh burning madly, his figure like a torch set alight, emanating destructive waves.

His Daoist Embryo inside emitted a burdened hum, instantly cracking, covering this core of his lifelong cultivation.

He ignited his Tao Fire, not seeking mutual destruction, but hoping that the explosive moment of devastation could shake the terrifying White Tiger Demon Lord slightly, granting his companion a slim chance of survival.

In the dark golden vertical pupils of the White Tiger Demon Lord flashed a trace of human-like mockery and impatience, as if watching an ant lifting a grain of sand to challenge a dragon.

It didn’t even bother to roar, simply lifting a paw with lethargy.

The massive paw, like a mountain, extended five razor-sharp claws with a metallic gleam in Lu Chong’s direction, casually swiping.

No energy’s brilliance manifested outwardly.

But at the instant it raised its paw, both Lu Chong and Liu Qingyan felt the surrounding space solidifying like ice after a stone’s impact!

Space itself transformed into amber, heavier and harder than ancient black iron.

Air ceased flowing, time seemingly halted, light lagging with a viscous slowness.

Lu Chong’s violently escalating, near-exploding original essence, felt like it was gripped by an invisible giant hand.

The raging flames were forcefully pressed back into a boiling cauldron, unable to erupt outward, while the backlash crushed his insides, the pain far exceeding that of self-detonation.

His burning speed was forcibly slowed indefinitely. Entirely pinned within the frozen space, unable to move, even thoughts struggled to flow freely.

This was true Dao Domain suppression.

A thought becomes law, Space Imprisonment!

The seemingly slow descent of the White Tiger Demon Lord’s paw caused five silent, glass-like black fissures to tear through space at its leading edge.

These five spatial fissures were terrifyingly sharp, carrying the aura of annihilating all matter and primordial spirit, like five invisible dimension blades, aiming precisely at Lu Chong’s head and chest. Their pace wasn’t fast, but infused with an absolute Death Will, they were like the scythe of death in this frozen space, unavoidable.

Lu Chong’s eyes widened, reflecting the ever-enlarging claw tips and fissures, filled with despair.

He finally understood how Brother Wan lost his head.

In this frozen space, even self-detonation became a luxury, he could only watch as his body was sliced apart.

Liu Qingyan was also firmly locked within the defensive barrier, her body creaking under the space’s solidifying pressure. Watching Lu Chong’s struggle in a deadly plight, witnessing the slow approach of the death claw, she wanted to scream but couldn’t utter a sound, her eyes brimming with endless fear and tears of despair.

Death descended, silent yet starkly clear.

At the tip of those five spatial fissures, less than three feet from Lu Chong’s brow,

an unexpected event erupted.

Without any forewarning, what seemed like an immovable solid space briefly wavered.

Like a breeze brushing across a lake, a subtle ripple spread.

Immediately, the five steadily descending terrifying spatial fissures crumbled into silence like snow exposed to sunlight.

No explosive clash of energies, no roar of space tearing.

It was as if an eraser wiped away pencil marks, cleanly, leaving no traces.

That attack, capable of annihilating a Daoist Monarch with Divine Skills, vanished into thin air just like that.

Not only that, but the White Tiger Demon Lord’s uplifted paw even paused momentarily.

The protective demon energy circulating its massive body seemed to ripple slightly with the space’s wave.

The process was so swift it defied normal perception, like an illusion.

Yet, it was the momentary halt far quicker than a blink.

Lu Chong’s severely pressured, soon-to-explode original essence, felt like countless shackles were abruptly lifted off a dead prisoner.

Bang!

The accumulated destructive energy, pushed to the brink, could no longer be constrained.

Lu Chong’s entire being erupted like a collapsing blast furnace.

The crimson, destructive shockwave from burning essence blood wasn’t directed at the White Tiger Demon Lord but swept uncontrollably in all directions with the sudden disappearance of the imprisonment.

Rumble!

The dunes flattened into plains, the terrifying crimson airwave mixed with shattered rock, hot blood mist, and sand from the self-detonation engulfed the surroundings indiscriminately like countless cannonballs.

Debris and chaotic primodial spirit turbulence surged skyward, forming a rapidly boiling crimson mushroom cloud.

The runaway power was terrifying, indiscriminately affecting friend and foe alike.

The nearest Liu Qingyan bore the brunt of it.

The various Great Daos she comprehended were already precarious under the battle and the White Tiger’s oppression, how could she withstand Lu Chong’s runaway proximity impact?

Her protective secret treasure shattered on impact, but just before the destructive shockwave, enough to kill her, could hit, an invisible barrier seemed to manifest before her, warding off all the energy.

The desperation in Lu Chong’s eyes, having ignited his Tao Fire, suddenly transformed, filled with ecstasy.

Because of igniting his Tao Fire, his mind was exceptionally clear, seeing someone secretly aiding him.

Is it someone from the sect who’s arrived?!

The White Tiger Demon Lord’s dark golden vertical pupils contracted into pinpoints, though the five annihilating dimensional fissures weren’t a Great Technique, this claw was forged by blending its potent blood essence and comprehended Space Dao.

Yet, it vanished before its eyes, and it didn’t even know who made the move.

An icy chill surged up its massive spine, colder than the eternal frost deep within the Desolate Sand Sea.

That was not the handiwork of Lu Chong or Liu Qingyan, nor the hallucination before death.

Someone appeared beside it without a slightest trace of its presence!

"Who?!"