Chapter 1228 - Reforging the Heretic Blade
Liu Wuxie had no path of retreat; to leave this place quickly, he could only kill the man before him. He didn't hesitate. He unleashed three forms at once and spiraled through the air like three divine dragons merging into one. His power multiplied in an instant, far beyond what he had shown before.
Seeing the sudden transformation, Elder Long and all the elders in the Primordial Pagoda rose to their feet in shock.
"He reshaped the Nine Heavenly Dragon Forms to this state? The power far exceeds what it was before. Is he really only at the Transcendent Realm?" The three elders behind Elder Long could no longer find words to express their feelings. Everyone knew only Heaven Gaze Realm experts could alter mythical arts; how had Liu Wuxie managed it while still at the Transcendent Realm?
The sky responded the moment the three divine dragons fused. Darkness rippled overhead; the surrounding trees rustled, and the ancient tree's branches began to sway as if moved by a dragon's might, knitting a thick curtain that veiled the heavens and prevented the flare's signal from escaping.
"Die!" Liu Wuxie roared. A colossal millstone manifested above, and as it descended, the attacker's sword techniques shattered inch by inch. He couldn't even get close to Liu Wuxie, much less inflict harm.
The surge of force shook the man's soul. He couldn't believe such a monstrous prodigy existed. There was no time to wonder. He changed tactics, conjuring countless sword rays to tear through the millstone.
"Your power is too weak," Liu Wuxie said, his voice empty of emotion. The ancient tree had intercepted the flare, but for safety's sake, he had to end this quickly. As his layered strength compounded, the ground sank under the pressure.
With a deafening rumble, the man's sword rays buckled and exploded, a tidal wave of destruction sweeping outward on a scale no weaker than a duel between first-level Primal Origin Realm cultivators.
"At this rate, even cultivators at the Primal Origin Realm may not be his match once he reaches the Origin Conversion Realm," the Primal Origin Realm elders in the Primordial Pagoda said with wry smiles. Liu Wuxie's combat strength overturned their understanding of the world.
The millstone kept falling. The man's face drained of color. No matter what martial technique he executed, nothing worked. Another thunderous crash—then the millstone slammed into the earth, carving a vast crater as underground water geysered up from the depths. The crushing force ground the middle-aged man to pieces, and the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron devoured the energy and laws from his body.
His interspatial ring dropped neatly into Liu Wuxie's hand. Liu Wuxie's divine sense slipped inside like silken tendrils.
"So, this is the reward," he murmured with a faint smile.