Chapter 337: Going All Out, Fists to the Flesh

This punch contained all the power of the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm, enough to shatter a mountain range.

Zhou Chen stood where he was, watching the giant fist draw closer and closer.

He didn't dodge.

Instead, he slowly raised his right hand.

"I heard you're an Ancient Prodigy?"

"Then I'd like to see just how strong a so-called Ancient Prodigy really is."

The moment he finished speaking, the aura on Zhou Chen's body suddenly exploded.

A dark aura surged from within him, condensing into a massive phantom behind him.

It was a nether king clad in black battle armor, wielding a giant scythe.

The nether king phantom stood a full hundred thousand feet tall, ten times larger than Jiang Beichen's Flame Emperor True Body.

Eighth Layer of the Pluto Seal, Immovable Nether King Body!

The nether king phantom raised its scythe and slashed toward Jiang Beichen's Flame Emperor True Body.

Contrasted against the Immovable Nether King Body, Jiang Beichen's Flame Emperor True Body looked exactly like a child being beaten by his father.

Boom!

The qingping sword phantom collided with the black scythe, producing a world-shaking roar.

A terrifying shockwave spread in all directions, blowing away everything on the arena stage.

The dust settled.

The right arm of Jiang Beichen's Flame Emperor True Body was severed at the shoulder, with golden blood flowing like lava.

Meanwhile, Zhou Chen still stood in his original spot, not even the corners of his clothes ruffled.

The entire audience fell silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Zhou Chen, at the Third Layer of the Emperor Realm, had actually repelled Jiang Beichen of the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm in a head-on clash?

And this was even while Jiang Beichen was using a Venerable Rank forbidden technique?

"How is this possible!"

Exclamations of shock rippled through the crowd.

On the arena stage.

Jiang Beichen looked down at his severed right arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He was an Ancient Prodigy of the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm!

How could he fail to withstand even a single move from Zhou Chen?

No!

Jiang Beichen suddenly realized something.

In that strike just now, Zhou Chen hadn't just used the power of the Third Layer of the Emperor Realm.

That black aura contained a type of power he had never seen before.

What was it?

Before Jiang Beichen could figure it out, Zhou Chen had already moved.

He took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Jiang Beichen.

"Next, it's my turn."

Zhou Chen raised his right hand and struck forward with a sword.

The qingping sword phantom was wrapped in a black aura, radiating a might that could destroy everything.

Jiang Beichen hurriedly activated the haotian mirror, trying to block.

But on Zhou Chen's qingping sword phantom, a green light suddenly emerged.

It was the power of the Law of Severance.

It severed everything, including the connection between an emperor weapon and its master.

The pillar of light shot by the haotian mirror was severed the moment it touched Zhou Chen's qingping sword phantom, its power greatly diminished.

Boom!

The qingping sword phantom slammed into Jiang Beichen's chest, sending him flying.

Jiang Beichen's Flame Emperor True Body tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily at the edge of the arena stage.

He struggled to stand up, only to find a massive indentation in his chest.

Golden blood poured out continuously, staining the entire arena stage red.

"How can this be…"

Jiang Beichen muttered to himself, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

He couldn't understand how his proud Flame Emperor True Body could be so fragile.

Zhou Chen slowly walked toward Jiang Beichen, his aura growing stronger with every step.

"You are strong; as an Ancient Prodigy, you indeed have the capital to be proud."

"But unfortunately, the one you met was me."

Zhou Chen stood before Jiang Beichen, looking down at him from above.

"Now, do you have any last words?"

Jiang Beichen gritted his teeth, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes: "You think you've won?"

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

The essence blood fell onto the haotian mirror, and the ancient mirror instantly shone with brilliant light.

A terrifying pressure erupted from the mirror's surface, faintly carrying the aura of the Venerable Realm.

"Hmm? Starting to burn essence blood for a power boost already?"

Zhou Chen's brow furrowed.

Doing this would cause irreversible damage to a Cultivator and could even lead to a drop in their Realm.

It was clear that Jiang Beichen was going all out.

The haotian mirror rotated above Jiang Beichen's head, its surface suddenly aiming at Zhou Chen.

A thick golden pillar of light shot from the mirror, several times more powerful than before.

This pillar of light had reached the power level of the Sixth Layer of the Emperor Realm.

Formless Immortal Traces!

Zhou Chen didn't take it head-on; instead, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

The pillar of light grazed past his body and slammed into the arena stage, blasting a giant crater.

But in the next second, the haotian mirror's surface suddenly turned, locking onto Zhou Chen again.

Another pillar of light shot out.

Zhou Chen dodged once more.

But it was as if the haotian mirror had eyes; no matter where Zhou Chen hid, it could lock onto him with precision.

One pillar of light after another shot out, leaving the entire arena stage riddled with holes.

Zhou Chen's room for movement was completely compressed.

"Hahaha! Zhou Chen, weren't you very arrogant?"

Jiang Beichen laughed wildly.

"Under the lock of the haotian mirror, you have nowhere to run!"

"Today is the day you die!"

Just as he finished speaking, dozens of light pillars shot out simultaneously, sealing off all of Zhou Chen's paths of retreat from every direction.

This time, Zhou Chen had nowhere to hide.

He stood where he was, watching those pillars of light draw closer and closer.

Zhou Chen slowly raised his right hand and pressed forward.

An invisible ripple spread out from his palm.

It was a Domain.

Tai Xu Domain!

The Domain expanded instantly, enveloping the entire arena stage.

Within the Domain, all Laws were severed.

The pillars of light shooting toward Zhou Chen saw their power plummet the moment they entered the Domain.

The pillars of light that were originally enough to pierce through the Void Realm became like ordinary flames within the Domain, easily swatted away.

Jiang Beichen's expression changed drastically.

He discovered that his connection with the haotian mirror had actually become sluggish.

"What power is this?"

He looked at Zhou Chen in terror.

Zhou Chen didn't answer.

He raised his right hand, and a green longsword emerged in his palm.

It was precisely his imperial dao imprint, the qingping sword.

The sword was ten thousand feet long, radiating a terrifying Sword Intent.

"Jiang Beichen, the game is over."

Zhou Chen gripped the hilt and slashed forward.

A green sword light sliced through the Void Realm, heading straight for Jiang Beichen.

Wherever the sword light passed, everything was severed.

Including the connection between Jiang Beichen and the haotian mirror.

The haotian mirror suddenly lost control and fell from the sky.

Jiang Beichen tried to recall the haotian mirror, but found that no matter how he tried to activate it, he couldn't re-establish a connection.

He looked up at the approaching sword light, his eyes full of despair.

"No…"

The sword light slashed through.

Jiang Beichen's Flame Emperor True Body was split in two from the middle.

Golden blood poured down like a waterfall, staining the entire arena stage red.

The entire audience fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at everything on the arena stage, speechless.

The Ancient Prodigy Jiang Beichen, a peerless Genius of the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm.

Just like that, he was slain by a single sword strike from Zhou Chen.

On the arena stage.

Jiang Beichen's Flame Emperor True Body slowly dissipated, revealing his original body.

His body was split down the middle, with golden blood flowing out continuously.

But he wasn't dead yet.

The vitality of the Fifth Layer of the Emperor Realm was extremely tenacious; even with his body split in two, he could still hold on for a while.

Jiang Beichen lay in a pool of blood, looking up at Zhou Chen, his eyes full of unwilling bitterness.