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Every heartbeat was accompanied by a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy in the world.
The Spirit Value surged to Ten-Thousand, and only then did Wang Lin's aura come to a halt. At this moment, the cultivation level emanating from him was undeniably that of a Four-Star Grandmaster! Clearly, this was his true strength!
He had initially planned to reveal all his power during the Chief Disciple Competition. Wang Lin cracked his neck, producing a series of chilling sounds, while a fierce white light flickered in his eyes, casting a cold smile across his blood-streaked face. But now, I will make you understand the price of provoking me!
With that thought, Wang Lin transformed into a bolt of black lightning, instantly slicing through the air with unparalleled momentum, charging directly at Su Chen. In that moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.
A low, urgent hum resonated through the air as Wang Lin swung his long blade like the scythe of death, aiming straight for Su Chen. Dark purple light surged from the blade, carrying an aura capable of annihilating Ten-Thousand entities, as if it intended to sever all obstacles into nothingness.
Facing this fierce strike, Su Chen remained unfazed. He lightly waved the Eight Flood Dragon Banner in his hand, and this Super Rare Treasure erupted with earth-shattering pressure, enveloping the entire space in an oppressive tremor.
The banner's surface shimmered with the phantoms of Eight Flood Dragons, twisting and turning as they emitted deafening Long Yin sounds. Their figures merged with the banner, releasing a force capable of devastating the heavens and earth.
With a thunderous roar from the dragons, the Eight Flood Dragon Banner unleashed its overwhelming Jiao Long power, crashing against Wang Lin's long blade like a massive wave. The collision of these two forces triggered an astonishing explosion, sending shockwaves rippling outward and tearing the battlefield apart into a vast pit, shrouded in smoke and dust that obscured the sky.
Wang Lin staggered back, clearly unable to withstand the terrifying impact. He stumbled a few steps before crashing heavily to the ground. At that moment, his face was grim, his skin cracked in multiple places, blood oozing out, creating a shocking sight.
"Let me show you one move first, then come!"
Wang Lin gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up, gripping his long knife tightly once more. A more violent aura surged from within him.
"Underworld Slash!"
He let out a low roar as the phantom of the Youming Wolf Martial Spirit suddenly appeared behind him, merging with him and granting him even greater power.
With that, he swung his knife in a fierce arc. It seemed as if the air itself was split open by a dark purple rift, and a crescent moon formed from the power of the underworld soared through the sky, carrying destructive force as it swept toward Su Chen.
At this moment, he activated his Third Star Ring, unleashing his strongest strike.
Facing the dark purple crescent moon that was slicing through the air, Su Chen remained calm.
He then swung the Eight Flood Dragon Banner with great force. The banner's surface shimmered as the phantoms of the Eight Flood Dragons roared and converged into an unstoppable torrent, meeting the incoming dark moon.
Bang!
A deafening explosion echoed through the air, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
Wang Lin's full-force dark moon was shattered under the impact of the Eight Flood Dragon Banner, breaking apart like fragile glass into countless tiny fragments that scattered everywhere.
This scene left everyone present in shock, unable to believe their eyes as they gazed at Su Chen's composed figure.
What kind of strength did he possess to easily shatter even a full-force strike from a Four-Star Grandmaster?
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