Chapter 1276 A Fierce Victory
The imperial dharma image behind him raised a finger, a golden finger formed entirely from the purest imperial divine power, and slowly pointed it down at Xiang Guanhong.
This gesture was delivered without any earth-shattering fanfare.
But wherever it passed, space silently vanished, the iron-blooded aura was forcibly purified, and even the phantom of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood behind Xiang Guanhong began to shake violently, as if it was about to collapse completely under this sacred finger.
This is a crushing victory of principle and reason!
It is the final judgment of order over chaos!
Faced with this unavoidable and unstoppable finger strike, a change finally appeared on Xiang Guanhong's resolute face.
That wasn't fear, but a kind of madness, a resolute disregard for life and death!
"kill!"
He let out a roar that sounded inhuman.
He did not try to stop the falling finger.
He did something that made everyone's scalp tingle.
He spread his arms wide, letting the illusory battlefield of corpses and blood behind him, along with the endless roaring battle spirits within, surge wildly into his body!
Click! Click!
His black iron armor shattered inch by inch, and bloody gashes exploded on his burly body, turning him into a blood-soaked figure in an instant.
He was bearing the endless slaughter and resentment of that ancient battlefield with his own body!
"A hundred battles! Break through the enemy lines!"
Xiang Guanhong's eyes turned completely bloodshot.
He gathered the power of his entire body, and even the entire battlefield's illusory image, without using any supernatural abilities, and simply threw a punch at that imperial dharma image.
This punch was somber and unassuming.
Yet it carries the final will of the annihilation of billions of lives.
Wu Chen looked at Xiang Guan Hong, who was acting like a madman, and a victor's cold smile appeared on his face.
To use a mortal body to bear the burden of hell is to seek one's own death!
However, the smile on his face froze completely the next moment.
The dark fist did not collapse as he had expected the moment it came into contact with his "Heavenly Emperor's Sky-Patrolling Finger".
A killing intent so pure and cold it could freeze the very soul surged upstream from his fingertips!
That is not a reversal of power, but the permeation of the Tao!
A pure and unadulterated path of slaughter, devoid of any impurities, is eroding the very source of Wuchen's power in the opposite direction, following the supreme imperial divine might of Wuchen!
"No!"
A horrified roar escaped from Wuchen's throat.
He watched helplessly as his golden finger, powerful enough to crush stars, was corrupted from the fingertip onward by a deathly aura.
The gold quickly faded, turning into mottled rust, and then into a deathly gray-black.
That murderous intent, like a maggot clinging to a bone, like a poisonous vine, spread wildly, trying to drag his sacred imperial dharma image completely into that mountain of corpses and sea of blood!
click!
A crisp cracking sound did not come from the arena, but from the depths of everyone's soul.
The golden finger that represented the majesty of the Heavenly Emperor shattered.
Instead of turning into a shower of light, it silently transformed into gray dust, like a piece of rotten wood weathered over millions of years, and drifted away.
Immediately afterwards, that ashen aura of death surged forth and crashed violently against the towering imperial dharma image!
"Roar!"
For the first time, the blurry-faced phantom of the emperor let out a roar filled with pain and rage.
On its body, constructed of supreme order, jagged gray cracks appeared centered on the point of contact between the fists.
Cracks, like a spider web, instantly covered the entire body of the Dharma Image!
Wuchen's face turned ashen white at that moment.
His mind was connected with that of the Dharma Image, and that murderous will that was powerful enough to freeze the soul also stirred up a monstrous wave in his divine sea!
His pride, his innate dignity, was shattered at this moment by that fist from hell!
Boom!
The Imperial Dharma Image, the supreme divine power representing the highest ruling authority of the Formless Divine Kingdom, disintegrated under the gaze of countless shocked, terrified, and incredulous eyes!
Instead of dissipating into golden light, it collapsed and shattered like a statue drained of all its vitality, turning into billions of gray light spots that were completely swallowed up by the blood-red battlefield phantom!
puff!
Wuchen opened his mouth and spat out a golden arrow of blood.
That was not just blood, but the very essence of his royal bloodline!
His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his eyes filled with confusion and defeat.
He lost.
Such a complete and humiliating defeat.
He couldn't even get his opponent to use a second supernatural power.
On the stage.
Xiang Guanhong maintained his punching stance.
The madness and determination that had burned the world away in his bloodshot eyes were slowly fading, replaced by endless emptiness and deathly silence.
The illusory image of mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him also dimmed and thinned, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into nothingness.
The borrowed, terrifying power, powerful enough to kill a god, receded like a tide.
The next moment, boundless pain, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed his mind.
Click!Click!
The tattered black iron armor he wore could no longer restrain his collapsing body, and it peeled off piece by piece, falling to the ground.
His massive body was covered with blood-red cracks on every inch of his skin, like shattered porcelain.
The blood was no longer flowing out, but seeping out from the cracks like a fountain.
He was like a fragile porcelain vase made of blood.
"Cough...cough..."
He coughed violently, and with each cough, dark red fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth.
He won.
In a near-self-destructive manner, he dragged a member of the royal family down from his pedestal!
The vast white jade square was deathly silent.
All eyes were fixed on the blood-soaked, swaying figure.
On the high platform, Wujiang's indifferent face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
The royal bloodlines beside him also wore expressions of shock, anger, and disbelief.
On the other side, Xie Purou's smile had long since vanished. Her small mouth was slightly open as she stared blankly at the man covered in blood.
A genuine ripple finally appeared in You Ruo's icy blue eyes.
On the stage, Xiang Guanhong's body trembled violently, and he almost lost his balance.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at his fists, which were no longer human and were covered in blood and gore.
With his last ounce of strength, he straightened his spine, which was about to break, and his gaze swept across the audience, over the pale and desperate face.
He won.
But he was also ruined!
Dead silence.
A deathly silence, like a tidal wave, engulfed the entire White Jade Square.
All eyes were fixed on the arena.
The image froze on that figure, covered in blood yet still standing.
