Su Ji leaned on the Fallen Dragon Spear, relying on the shaft's support to keep his buckling knees from hitting the ground.
His current condition was terrible.
He hadn't completely blocked that last sword strike.
The residual power had slashed directly below his chest.
That incredibly overbearing golden spiritual energy was still madly tearing at the edges of his wound, preventing the flesh from healing. It was even ravaging its way through his meridians, attempting to completely burn away his pitiful remaining life force.
The most fatal part was...
He might still have sixty percent of his health left.
But his mana was gone.
His internal spiritual energy reserves had dropped below the thirty percent warning line.
His Heavenly Palace Golden Core was dim and lusterless.
And Su Jiu...
The intoxicating sense of formidable power brought by Allure of the Soul was slowly fading away bit by bit.
And the wind spiritual energy enhancement duration granted by The Wind Stops but the Will Remains was already about halfway over...
"Old Li, oh Old Li..."
Su Ji gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently. In his heart, he cursed Li Fan, who was still dawdling down in the lower realm doing who knows what, into oblivion.
"Give me some kind of reaction over there!"
"I'm really going to be killed by you..."
A single flaw in a perfect plan.
He had calculated everything, but he hadn't calculated that Li Fan's part of the plan would drop the ball at the crucial moment.
If that so-called Heavenly Dao Voice Transmission failed to fool the living beings of Great Xia, the karmic luck of fighting for the world wouldn't be able to cross the realm barrier and bless him...
Then today's performance would truly become his swan song.
Should he keep running?
Su Ji glanced at Zhao Teng in the distance, who was covered in golden light and slowly approaching like a cat playing with a mouse.
He couldn't run away.
If he kept running, he would lose this last breath of energy, and he wouldn't even have the strength to swing his spear.
Since that was the case...
Then... he would fight to the death right here.
To seek life through death!
If no one supports my soaring ambitions, I shall tread through the snow to the mountain peak myself!
It wasn't as if he didn't have one last gamble!
The Desolate Fallen Dragon Art combined with the Battle Soul!
With the enhancement of both, his cultivation realm should infinitely approach the Soul Formation stage.
As for whether it would expose him?
He would worry about that if he survived...
Just as Su Ji was about to crush his own Golden Core...
Buzz...
An extremely faint, yet grand buzzing sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul exploded in his mind without any warning.
Immediately after.
Two lines of large, gilded text flashed wildly before his eyes like a divine oracle.
Shattered Destiny: Bearing a Heavy Burden 1/10
Shattered Destiny: Selfless and Flawless Journey 2/10
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
An indescribable feeling instantly swept through his entire body.
It wasn't power.
It was... voices.
Countless voices.
"You must win..."
"For Great Xia! For us!"
"We beg the heavens to open their eyes and bless Lord Su Ji to slay the extraterrestrial enemy!"
That was Great Xia.
It was the heartfelt prayers of the fooled living beings in that lower realm.
That old boy Li Fan...
It worked!
He actually did it!
Although it was a bit late, it arrived just in time!
Rumble!!!
Without any warning.
An unimaginably massive, invisible mighty force crossed the barriers of space, ignored the blockade of the realm barrier, and poured down like the Milky Way from the highest heavens, madly flooding into Su Ji's long-dried-out body!
His originally depleted dantian was instantly filled!
His originally dim Golden Core erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant light!
Even the hideous wound on his chest, nourished by this power, began to sprout granulations at a visible rate and healed rapidly!
"Phew..."
Su Ji let out a long breath of foul air.
The breath he exhaled actually transformed into a purplish-black fire dragon that hovered in the air without dissipating.
The earth roared, and scorching winds swirled.
The ground beneath his feet began to melt, turning into a viscous, dark red liquid like magma.
The liquid did not flow away; instead, as if answering some sort of summons, it meandered up his legs and ultimately all merged into the Fallen Dragon Spear in his hand.
The spear shaft trembled, letting out a thirsty cry of joy.
The originally crimson spear shaft had now turned into a profound purplish-black, with a terrifying aura of destruction flowing over it.
"Tsk..."
Su Ji raised his head and looked at Zhao Teng, who had stopped in mid-air with a look of astonishment.
This time, Su Ji let out a genuinely heartfelt, maniacal laugh.
"Hahahahaha!"
"It's over."
Zhao Teng's brows furrowed tightly. In those eyes that were always aloof and above everyone else, a trace of an emotion called incomprehension appeared for the first time.
This kid's aura... what was going on?
He was clearly at the end of his rope a second ago, so how did he become so... vast in the blink of an eye?
That's right, vast.
At this moment, Su Ji gave him the feeling not of a person, but of a boundless ocean, a towering mountain range, a... world.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Zhao Teng coldly snorted, forcefully suppressing the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. "Over? Are you talking about your little life?"
"I was waiting for my ultimate move. What were you waiting for?"
"Waiting to die?"
Obviously, this kind of provocation was a bit beyond the comprehension of a native second-generation cultivator like Zhao Teng.
"Ultimate move?" Zhao Teng's brows twisted into a knot. "Playing the fool!"
Although he didn't understand the term, he could feel that Su Ji was building up momentum.
A terrifying power that made even his heart pound with fear was madly accumulating within Su Ji's body, on the verge of erupting.
He couldn't let him strike!
Zhao Teng's combat instincts were frantically warning him.
He didn't hesitate at all. He raised his golden sword high again, pouring his entire body's spiritual energy into it without reservation, preparing to strike first and gain the upper hand.
However.
It was too late.
Su Ji moved.
He didn't launch a charge like he did before.
He merely performed an extremely simple action.
He raised the Fallen Dragon Spear in his hand, which had already turned purplish-black, high into the air, and then...
Smashed it heavily into the ground!
Thump!!!
It was like a heart beating once again after slumbering for hundreds of millions of years.
A viscous and scorching shockwave spread outward in a circular pattern, with the point of impact as the center.
Wherever it passed, hard rocks disintegrated and melted like tofu.
The ground seemed to split open into gaping bloody maws, oozing out boiling fresh blood.
Purplish-black patterns instantly covered the ground for a hundred miles around!
With just a single strike.
People within a thousand miles, whether they were mine slaves, overseers, or even cultivators far away in other mining areas, all felt the ground beneath their feet tremble violently.
It was as if... the earth had rolled over.
"Posturing!"
Zhao Teng roared furiously, slashing down with his golden sword, attempting to use absolute power to shatter this suffocating atmosphere.
But in the next second, his expression changed.
It became as pale as paper.
Because he realized...
His sword had slowed down.
No, it wasn't just his sword that had slowed.
It was the air around him that had become heavy.
The spiritual energy that had originally been completely obedient to him was now tightly confining his movements and rejecting his divine sense.
The spiritual power within his body became sluggish and difficult to channel at this moment, as if it were terrified of something.
"This... what kind of demonic sorcery is this?!"
Zhao Teng cried out in panic.
He had never encountered a situation like this before.
As a Son of Destiny, he had always been the darling of heaven and earth, the center of spiritual energy.
But now, he felt like an orphan abandoned by the world, targeted and loathed by the heavens and the earth!
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