The sudden turn of events startled everyone. It turned out that He Changtian had been holding back all along, waiting for a chance to kill him in one blow.
"Boom!"
Tens of thousands of flames roared from all directions, shattering the void and crashing hard into Xia Chen. With a thunderous crash, Xia Chen was engulfed by the flames.
People were shocked; Xia Chen had no chance to escape; this strike was enough to blow him to pieces.
"Yay!"
Amidst the endless flames, Xia Chen's figure vanished, and the powerful warriors of the Tianxi Empire cheered.
"Is he dead?"
The spectators were shocked. Although the strike was terrifying, they still felt something was off. They couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what was strange.
"It's a death substitute talisman. Watch your back."
Someone shouted a warning. As the voice fell, people looked behind He Changtian and happened to see Xia Chen's figure shift from illusion to reality, silently slapping behind He Changtian with a palm strike, and in his hand was a Thunderous Talisman.
Prompted, He Changtian hurriedly turned around. It was too late to block with his spear. Xia Chen's palm aimed straight for his face, and he instinctively reached out his left hand to block.
With a loud explosion, He Changtian's left arm shattered with a thunderous crash. Xia Chen's strike was so powerful that his skull shattered, nearly shattering his head.
Seeing Xia Chen nearly succeed but being sabotaged, Guo Ran cursed angrily, "Which bastard is meddling? They said it was a one-on-one fair fight, and you're cheating." As
Guo Ran cursed, everyone hurriedly looked toward the source of the voice, immediately spotting an elderly man in a purple robe in the distant void.
The 'Divine Venerable Realm experts' felt a chill in their hearts.
"The Southern Commander of the Tianxi Empire—he's actually here." Someone recognized the identity of the purple-robed elder; clearly, he was a figure of great renown.
"Buzz!"
He Changtian narrowly escaped death, both shocked and furious. He had almost died just now, but Xia Chen's move was too ruthless. It happened that all the power of his Tianxi battle armor was scattered outside and not retracted, making its defense weakest. Without that person's warning, he would have surely died.
"Battle Soul Returns!"
He Changtian dared not delay. With a furious roar, the scattered flame runes trembled across the world as he flew straight toward He Changtian, aiming to return to his armor.
"Want to take it back?" Dream on! Xia
Chen let out a cold laugh, suddenly forming hand seals, and hundreds of talismans appeared behind him.
"Tianshui Prison Condense!"
With Xia Chen's sharp shout, the hundreds of zhang of talismans exploded, and water dragons stretching tens of thousands of miles roared forward.
Each water dragon carried a chilling pressure, charging toward He Changtian like lightning. Water vapor swirled through the air, forming a phased water barrier that isolated those flame runes from He Changtian.
Inside the barrier, hundreds of water dragons spun rapidly in opposite directions, frantically compressing space and roaring through the world. Countless cracks appeared inside the water sphere, and even the laws of the Heavenly Dao were torn apart by the terrifying water elemental power.
He Changtian was both shocked and furious. When the water dragon pushed open the barrier, separating him from the outside flame runes, the flame runes collided with the water barrier and were immediately repelled. Mist filled the sky, and they couldn't break through.
If those flame runes cannot return to the armor, its power will be greatly reduced. Most importantly, if the rune power is exhausted, the Tianxi armor will be useless.
He Changtian roared, his arm shattering. He directly conjured a new arm with flame runes, gripping spears in both hands as he charged toward the Water Dragon Barrier.
With a loud explosion, he was directly repelled by the barrier. In the instant it popped off, he was shocked to find that much of his flame power had instantly evaporated.
Only then did he realize that the water power Xia Chen summoned was not ordinary water; it greatly countered his flames.
"Roar!"
At that moment, something even harder for him to accept happened. No one knew what Xia Chen had done, but a long dragon of flames appeared, frantically devouring the fire runes outside the barrier.
"Pa pa pa...
Every time the flame dragon devoured a flame rune, a scale on He Changtian's armor shattered. In the blink of an eye, dozens of scales on his armor had shattered.
That fire dragon wasn't summoned by Xia Chen at all; it was Huo Ling'er who came out to forage on its own. Not wanting the rune power to be wasted, it simply came out to snatch it on its own.
"Courting death!"
Suddenly, a cold shout rang out. The purple-robed elder in the distance could no longer hold back and charged straight into the battlefield, his large hand outstretched wide as he struck down at Huo Ling'er.
Because if Huo Ling'er continued devouring it, the Tianxi Battle Armor would be destroyed, so he had no choice but to act.
The purple-robed elder made his move, and for a moment, everyone was in an uproar. Was the Tianxi Empire really going back on its word? Previously, it was clearly agreed to be a one-on-one death-to-death battle. His earlier reminder was already unreasonable, and now he acted directly—wasn't he afraid of being ridiculed by the world?
"Are you talking about you?"
The moment the elder in the purple robe appeared, a voice full of authority rang out, followed by a figure.
He wore neither a crown nor a royal robe, but as soon as he appeared, the aura of an emperor swept across the heavens, his noble and dignified aura commanding eternal submission.
Xia Guhong appeared, blocking the elder in the purple robe. Seeing someone blocking his way, the elder struck out with his palm without hesitation.
"Pfft!"
Xia Guhong pointed his finger, sending out a gust of finger wind. The old man in the purple robe's palm was pierced by the wind, but the force of the wind did not wane, passing through his shoulder and bringing out a rain of blood that spilled across the world.
As soon as the blood rain fell, it appeared in the void, forming runes that permeated the void and slowly faded. The blood of a supreme powerhouse was actually absorbed by the Heavenly Dao.
"What?"
Countless people were shocked, staring in terror at this dignified, noble, emperorly powerhouse. Xia Guhong's name was known by the older generation of experts, but few among the younger generation knew it.
Even if someone knew, no one had ever seen Xia Guhong before; they didn't know him at all. Among those who didn't know Xia Guhong, there was precisely this elder in purple.
The purple-robed elder was injured by a gust of finger wind, both shocked and furious, and shouted sternly:
"Who are you?"
"You don't even know Xia Guhong, the famous ruler of Daxia. You really are a low-ranking character. People may not understand knowledge, but they must also understand common sense. In this world, can you create another person with such a noble aura?"
When Xia Guhong was competing in the Immortal Realm, your grandfather hadn't even been born yet. Young people should know how to be reverent. At that moment, a mocking voice rang out.
Unexpectedly, the person mocking the purple-robed elder was none other than Enpuda, the Hall Master of the Bloodkill Hall.
When Enpuda announced Xia Guhong's name, countless people were stunned—they had seen the legendary figure.
"Seventh Uncle, save me!"
Just as people were intimidated by Xia Guhong, He Changtian let out a terrified scream.