PHS Chapter 132 (Patreon)

Chapter 132: A Saint Steps Forward

"This is bad!"

Many faces in the crowd changed drastically.

A weapon is intrinsically linked to its master's life—this is an immutable truth of cultivation. Now that the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning's weapon was damaged, he too was affected.

His strength would surely be limited!

"Shatter!"

Jin Chen roared, his voice a sonic tsunami. He gripped the ancient pagoda, divine might surging through him as immense force poured from his hand. Fissures spread rapidly across the pagoda's surface! Everyone already knew what would happen if the pagoda shattered!

"Nine Heavens Pierce, Firmament Break!"

The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning wiped the blood from his lips and raised a hand. With a flash of sword light, a three-foot longsword appeared and plunged into the ground. Countless runes flared to life across it, dense as raindrops, yet dazzlingly brilliant.

"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"

The spiritual qi of the earth was drawn in, converging from all directions to form a sword formation. A boundless torrent of sword light erupted, surging upward in a heaven-defying wave! The light formed a vast ocean, and within it, beams of sword qi as thick as stars streaked across the sky, blazing like the rising sun!

"PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!"

Countless mountain ranges instantly exploded, reduced to fine dust.

Many of the onlookers were sent flying, spitting blood. Those closer to the blast were obliterated in mid-air, their bodies erupting into a mist of blood!

For a moment, everyone watching was stunned.

What kind of technique was this?

Why had they never seen the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning use it before?

With a single move, he had absorbed the earth-qi from hundreds of li around. If he were stronger, capable of drawing on the qi from thousands, or even tens of thousands of li, how terrifying would that be?

"Some skill!"

Jin Chen released his grip and retreated, his speed reaching its absolute limit! His entire being seemed to transform into a golden thread, weaving through the infinite sea of swords with effortless grace. He narrowly dodged every incoming ray of sword light.

"Clang!"

A sword ray streaked past, its bone-deep chill sending a shiver down Jin Chen's spine. It had missed him by less than three inches, shearing off a lock of his golden hair. If he had been a fraction of a second slower, it wouldn't have been just his hair hitting the ground, but his head!

"The Heavenly Peng's Swiftness is truly worthy of its fame!" someone exclaimed in awe.

Anyone else would have fallen to the Sacred Son's move. Even other prodigies from the leaderboards would have been severely injured, if not killed.

Yet Jin Chen had escaped with only the cost of a single lock of hair!

"This battle should be over!" Jin Chen shouted coldly.

The loss of his hair had enraged him.

His body suddenly expanded. A colossal Golden-Winged Peng appeared in the sky, as massive as a golden mountain. Its wings, when spread, covered a thousand zhang, casting a vast shadow. Its dark-golden eyes opened, inspiring terror in all who saw them. It was like a demon god, its killing intent flooding the surroundings!

Among the demon race, the true form has always been the strongest. They only take human form to move freely within human territory.

Its feathers trembled, each one as brilliant as a divine sword, flowing with a golden, divine radiance that was utterly blinding.

"Kill!"

Jin Chen moved. His massive claws tore at the air, grasping toward the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning, ready to rend all things and slay him! He unleashed the Sky Peng's Dragon-Rending Art once more, its power on an entirely different level!

"Primordial Unity!" the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning roared in response.

He formed a sword-finger and shot skyward, the spiritual qi of the mountains and rivers gathering around him. He became a sword of the Heavenly Dao itself, seemingly woven from a thousand laws, its surface covered in profound symbols.

The Sky Peng's Dragon-Rending Art met the divine ability of the Primal Beginning Sacred Land.

"BOOM!"

It was like a clap of heavenly thunder exploding, causing the earth to collapse and the mountains to tremble. A frenzy of golden and white energy raged, surging outward like a tide.

"Hualala!"

It was like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds, like a great wave washing over sand.

Within a hundred li, all the mountain peaks were turned to ash, rivers ceased to flow, and ancient trees were shattered. Not a single place remained intact. The two of them had become like twin gods of war, battling from the sky to the ground in a fight to the death that had reached a fever pitch. Every onlooker's heart was taut, not daring to relax for a moment. It was impossible to say how many rounds they fought. By dusk, a winner had still not been decided.

At this moment, both were covered in wounds, nearing the point of exhaustion.

"Is this the strength of a demon race prodigy? Truly extraordinary. To fight to this point and still seem to have strength in reserve!" Many were shocked.

"The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning is also very strong. To fight the seventeenth on the Demon Prodigy Leaderboard to such a state as the twenty-fourth on the Human Prodigy Leaderboard—it's enough to be proud of," an old man said gravely.

"What? You think the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning will lose?"

Someone disagreed, saying with displeasure, "The human race is the strongest in this world. How can we lose to a demon race prodigy? Even the twenty-fourth on our leaderboard is enough to face their seventeenth!"

"Frog in a well," someone beside him reprimanded coldly.

"They've fought for so long, and both are at their limit. I imagine a winner is about to be decided!" someone with a keen eye said softly.

As if to prove his words, the moment he finished speaking, Jin Chen's massive body beat its wings, stirring up a hurricane as he shot into the sky. A cold voice drifted down from the firmament: "Is this the limit of your skill?"

"BOOM!"

Myriad rays of golden light burst forth. Jin Chen descended from the sky, looking from afar like a blazing golden sun plummeting to earth. The golden light illuminated the eight wildernesses, and a surging killing intent crashed down like ten thousand thunderous waves!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" 

A pair of wings sliced through the air like two heavenly blades, their unparalleled sharpness and cutting aura able to destroy any obstacle.

"How strong!"

The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning's pupils contracted. They had fought for so long, and he thought his opponent was also in a poor state. He hadn't expected that at this critical juncture, he could still use such a deadly technique!

With no time to think, he formed seals with both hands, as if holding up the heavens. A majestic mountain peak materialized from the void, a thousand zhang tall, towering and grand, flowing with divine light—indestructible!

"You can't block it!"

Seeing the mountain appear, Jin Chen's expression remained unchanged. He transformed into a streak of golden light and crashed directly into it with a beat of his wings. With a deafening roar, behind the mountain, ten thousand rays of sword light suddenly erupted.

"Hm?"

Jin Chen's brow furrowed, a bad premonition rising in his heart. The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning still had another move!

He thrust out a giant claw, instantly crushing countless sword lights. His palm was dripping with blood, but his momentum wouldn't stop. After grinding away the final sword light, the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning's figure appeared before him.

This time, he shattered the purple ancient pagoda in the sky, turning it into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

"Pfft!"

The moment his weapon was shattered, the Sacred Son of Primal Beginning was struck as if by a heavy blow. His face instantly turned deathly pale, his aura weakening considerably. He raised the longsword in his hand, intending to block Jin Chen's strike.

Before he could act, a man suddenly appeared before him.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as deep as an abyss, as vast as the sea. A Dao rhythm emanated from him, as if he had become one with heaven and earth, making him impossible to grasp.

After the man appeared, he raised a single hand and effortlessly blocked the strike, neutralizing all of its aftershocks.

After doing this, he swept his gaze over everyone present and said faintly, "In this battle, our Sacred Son has lost."

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