Chapter 779: Old Man, Who Are You to Question My Strength?
Xiluofu began his counterattack, the blood-colored laws thundering in the air.
Meng Anwen’s expression changed slightly. Xiluofu had indeed reached level 97, surpassing Meng Anwen’s strength.
However, actual combat power is not solely determined by level, there are many other factors involved.
Meng Anwen controlled the Shenxia Tower, weaving numerous formations to engage Xiluofu in battle.
Ning Tairan, Ye Hao, and the other divine-level experts of the Shenxia Empire also joined the fray, immediately fighting against the remaining enemies.
The heavens and earth were nearly shattered, the entire Eagle Nation’s capital was torn apart in an instant.
Countless civilians perished in the shockwaves of the great battle.
Their flesh and blood stained the earth red.
Yet not one showed terror, their faces instead filled with madness.
They had no fear of death.
These people had already become part of the blood race, controlled by them.
They had lost the attributes that humans should possess.
Ning Tairan said coldly, "Those not of our kind must have different minds, our ancestors did not deceive us!"
"These people are no longer human, kill them, put them out of their misery!"
"Not just these people, everyone in the world besides us Shenxia has become a blood race slave."
"Leave not a single one, restore clarity to the world."
Their killing intent soared as the Eagle Nation was devastated, mountains crumbling and rivers overturning.
The divine-level experts fought without restraint, capable of shattering the world itself.
In this period, the number of lives lost had exceeded billions.
Today’s great battle alone claimed hundreds of millions more.
This flesh and blood was absorbed by the blood mist in the sky, nourishing Xiluofu and the others.
Xiluofu’s strength rose again, as he wielded the laws, laughing madly. "Meng Anwen, you are no match for me. I can finally trample you underfoot."
Having been suppressed by Meng Anwen and others his whole life, Xiluofu’s resentment finally erupted. Meng Anwen said nothing, searching for Xiluofu’s weakness.
Although Xiluofu seemed powerful, commanding the blood-colored laws, Meng Anwen sensed that his understanding of the laws was not deep, only able to unleash a limited force.
Despite reaching level 97, his true combat power was not much higher than Meng Anwen’s.
Meng Anwen felt assured, his hands forming countless runes as the Shenxia Tower’s rumbling grew louder, its power more formidable than before.
Meng Anwen switched from defense to offense, beginning to pressure Xiluofu.
In the Ancient Battlefield, Antares watched with relish.
"This guy’s understanding of the Dao is not bad."
"I may have underestimated him before, he seems quite intelligent. Perhaps he has a chance to leave this world in the future."
"But compared to that brat, the gap is too large."
At this moment, Lin Moyu was comprehending the laws, not paying attention to the events in the human world.
If something happened, Antares would call him.
If Antares did not call, it meant nothing was amiss.
With Antares present, he had no need to worry.
The great battle lasted half a day before Meng Anwen fully grasped Xiluofu’s strength and began to gain the upper hand.
On the other battlefields, with Ning Tairan and Ye Hao, both level 96 divine experts present, Xiluofu’s side fell back step-by-step.
Several divine experts had already been slain by them.
The battlefield grew ever larger, the entire Eagle Nation already utterly destroyed.
City after city lay in ruins, the earth cracked, mountains and rivers overturned.
Xiluofu grew more and more incredulous, roaring in fury. "Impossible, impossible! I’m already level 97, you’re only 96. I can’t possibly lose to you."
Meng Anwen said nothing, attacking with full force, giving Xiluofu no opportunity.
Although he had gained the upper hand, suppressing Xiluofu, killing him was no easy task. Moreover, if Xiluofu tried to flee, Meng Anwen knew he could not stop him.
"I must find a way, I cannot let him escape!"
Meng Anwen thought of Lin Moyu. "If Xiao Yu were here, it would be no problem."
Unnoticed, Lin Moyu had grown to a point even Meng Anwen had to look up to him.
He could face the Dragon Emperor directly and easily kill high-rank Dragon Kings.
Dealing with someone like Xiluofu would be effortless for him.
Xiluofu grew increasingly frenzied, the blood-colored laws nearly exploding.
But no matter how crazed he became, it was useless - this was the inevitable result of forcing his cultivation.
Gradually, Xiluofu began to have thoughts of retreat. "Meng Anwen, wait until I reach level 98, then I’ll come kill you!"
Meng Anwen’s heart jolted. "Damn it, he’s going to flee."
He had yet to think of a way to deal with Xiluofu.
Suddenly, a piercing black light flashed from afar, instantly arriving.
The black light was like lightning, crashing into Xiluofu’s body.
Xiluofu let out a wretched scream as he was blasted back over a thousand meters, his blood-colored laws shattering.
A massive wound opened from his chest down to his waist, nearly cleaving Xiluofu in two.
Blood rained down, mixed with a hint of black, giving off a thick, foul stench.
Yan Kuangshen flew in from afar, wielding a great blade as he slashed another black light towards Xiluofu.
Another attack locked onto its target - there was no escaping.
The black light collided with the blood-colored laws, shattering them once more.
The remaining blade force pierced through Xiluofu’s body again.
One arm was directly severed, disintegrating into a shower of flesh in the air.
Xiluofu cried out loudly, "Impossible, how can you be so strong?"
Yan Kuangshen laughed uproariously. "Old man, who are you to question my strength?"
Yan Kuangshen slashed again and again, Xiluofu’s appearance rapidly becoming ragged.
One slash severed his body, another his arm.
Were it not for Xiluofu being a high-rank divine expert with tremendous vitality, he would have died long ago.
Once Yan Kuangshen took action, he would not stop until his enemy was dead, fighting in a frenzied manner unlike Meng Anwen’s steady approach.
The Mad God, Yan Kuangshen’s nickname was well-earned.
Meng Anwen watched silently, mourning Xiluofu for three seconds.
He had not expected Yan Kuangshen to suddenly attack, his combat power clearly far greater than over 720 years ago.
"Butcher the Ten Directions!"
Yan Kuangshen suddenly roared, his killing intent exploding, enveloping everything within a thousand meters.
Xiluofu was devoured by the killing intent, screaming incessantly before falling silent mere seconds later.
Yan Kuangshen reached into the killing intent and pulled out a head - Xiluofu’s.
"I’m late!" Yan Kuangshen said. His recent seclusion seemed to have caused him to miss much.
Meng Anwen smiled. "It’s good you came. The battle here is nearly over."
With Xiluofu dead and his forces leaderless, the battle progressed even faster.
Just as Meng Anwen was about to relax, a giant face appeared in the blood mist.
It was not human, with sharp fangs protruding from its mouth.
Upon its appearance, Meng Anwen grew wary.
"I didn’t expect you to even kill my level 97 slave."
"You are quite impressive, worthy of becoming my slaves."
It spoke, looking towards Meng Anwen and Yan Kuangshen.
"Go screw yourself!" Yan Kuangshen roared, unleashing a burst of black killing intent that dispersed the blood-colored giant face.
The face reappeared elsewhere a second later. "Useless. You have five seconds to consider. After five seconds, I will descend, and you will have no more chances."
"Consider your sister!" Yan Kuangshen responded with more killing intent.
Becoming a blood race slave was not something he would ever consider.
As for Meng Anwen, the idea was even more unthinkable.
"Since that is the case, then wait for death." The blood-colored giant face let out a chilling laugh as the blood mist began to churn violently.