Chapter 433: Emperor Scripture vs. Emperor Scripture

The Golden-Winged Great Peng spread its wings, covering the sky. It scattered endless divine radiance, illuminating the entire world in a golden hue.

Feeling the immense pressure from above, Shi Huang finally realized what kind of opponent he was facing.

He took a deep breath. He spread his feet apart and pressed his palms together. A vast, ancient, yet shockingly sharp aura surged forth.

"Hum, hum, hum"—the sound of sword humming resonated throughout the world, and all other sounds seemed to vanish.

A broken sword appeared in Shi Huang's hand. Although the blade was broken, its aura was incredibly astonishing, far surpassing ordinary Immortal Artifacts. It was unknown how many years it had been passed down before falling into Shi Huang's hands.

"Slash—" Shi Huang charged forward with the sword, wielding the broken blade. The grayish sword radiance covered the sky and sun, like a vast ocean tsunami.

The world turned solemn. Killing intent! Only a purer, more intense killing intent remained!

"What a supreme weapon of ferocity…" Wang Mu looked at the broken sword in Shi Huang's hand, a look of admiration on his face.

A Child of Luck is indeed a Child of Luck.

This was clearly an ancient divine weapon, stained with the blood of countless millions of living beings over endless years. It was extremely fierce and violent, indestructible; even broken, its sharpness was enough to slay immortals and annihilate demons.

However, despite his words, when faced with the countless Sword Qi whistling toward him, he did not dodge or evade. He simply stood there calmly with one hand behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Those countless Sword Qi landed around him but suddenly vanished. It was as if they had been swallowed by an invisible vortex, failing to cause Wang Mu the slightest bit of harm.

Shi Huang's pupils constricted. With a low shout, he stopped wielding the sword radiance and instead pierced through the Void Realm, arriving instantly above Wang Mu's head, brandishing the broken sword and slashing down in a rage.

"Clang—" A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out. Then, there was dead silence. Shi Huang's expression changed drastically.

He saw two slender, flawless fingers precisely pinching the blade of the broken sword in his hand.

No matter how hard Shi Huang exerted himself or how he mobilized his cultivation, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree; he remained utterly unmoved.

He was incredibly shocked. After years of cultivation, whether it was his magic power, Physical Body, Divine Ability, or divine weapons and Magic Treasure, everything had advanced in tandem, almost reaching a Peak that ordinary people could hardly attain.

In his youth, when he first began cultivation, a single wave of his arm carried a force of 100,000 jin. How much more so now?

Yet, all of this seemed like a joke in front of the white-clad youth before him. He couldn't shake him! He couldn't shake him at all!

"Ah—" Shi Huang roared, and the broken sword in his hand erupted with terrifying, fierce light. Endless Sword Qi exploded outward, and in an instant, the ground for hundreds of miles around was crisscrossed with gullies, as if slashed by billions of the sharpest swords in the world.

Yet Wang Mu, who was closest, still looked composed. Those two fingers could be said to be completely immersed in endless Sword Qi, yet they remained unscathed.

One could only hear the dense sound of metal clashing as the Sword Qi and his fingers sparked a continuous, dense stream of sparks, exceptionally dazzling, with the range growing ever larger.

Looking from afar, it was as if Wang Mu was holding up a sun. The terror of his Physical Body was evident.

"Clang!" Wang Mu flicked his finger lightly, and a terrifying force transmitted to the broken sword like a tidal wave. Shi Huang was struck as if by lightning instantly. His entire body went numb. He was sent flying backward again, crashing through over a dozen giant Peaks without stopping.

"Hah—" Shi Huang gasped for air, looking in horror at the arm he had just used to hold the sword. His Physical Body, which he took pride in, was enough to withstand many Magic Treasures. At this moment, however, it was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, bleeding incessantly, with tendons severed and bones broken—it was practically ruined.

"That actually hurt a bit! I really can't underestimate you…" Wang Mu spoke faintly, looking at his two fingers, which were still white and flawless, save for the loss of quite a few hairs. They looked much smoother.

He knew the strength of his Physical Body best. Countless Cultivators in the Northern Region, and even billions of Mortals, were providing him with feedback regarding his Physical Body every moment. Although the quality was poor, it made up for it in quantity.

Over this past year, his Physical Body had long reached a shocking level. Coupled with the feedback from the Immortal Qi and immortal flame in the Heavenly Ruins not long ago, it had allowed him to ascend to a higher level.

At this moment, for Shi Huang to still be able to make his body feel pain was not easy; he was worthy of being a Child of Luck. Wang Mu was genuinely praising him.

But these words sounded exceptionally grating in Shi Huang's ears. His eyes turned red again. Devilish Qi surged on his body surface, making him look hideous and terrifying.

"Wang Mu, don't you get cocky! My methods are still to come!" Shi Huang roared.

Wang Mu smiled, one hand behind his back, the other beckoning lightly: "Come."

Shi Huang got up, formed hand seals with both hands, and suddenly soared into the sky, arriving high above. Streaks of purple electric arcs danced between his fingers and palms, like agile electric snakes, with wisps of destructive aura spreading out.

The thunder grew more and more numerous and increasingly violent. In just an instant, a violent pool of thunder had emerged around him. Within the thunder pool, there were five-colored thunderlights, extremely dazzling.

"Five-Colored Divine Thunder…" Wang Mu narrowed his eyes, gazing upward, and said slowly: "This is interesting!"

Thunder. Even in the Cultivation World, it was synonymous with terror. It was no exaggeration to say that Cultivators capable of practicing thunder techniques were one in ten thousand.

And the Five-Colored Divine Thunder was a special type of divine thunder naturally generated between heaven and earth. Like the exotic fires on the spirit fire rankings and immortal fire list, it belonged to innate rare treasures, incredibly rare and powerful.

Of course, wanting to subdue and refine it also required great fortune and Opportunity. It was definitely not something an ordinary person could do. Even if it didn't compare to the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder encountered by Cultivators during Undergoing Tribulation, it was already very rare.

It was no exaggeration to say that this Five-Colored Divine Thunder alone was enough for Shi Huang to sweep across the Soul Transformation Realm. Moreover, what Shi Huang mastered was clearly not just this one type of divine thunder; his method of activating the divine thunder was also very unique.

"Rumble!" In the sky, the thunder became increasingly violent. A massive phantom of a deity constructed from thunder gathered behind him, and thick Divine Might filled the sky, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

The deity's hands made the same gesture as Shi Huang's. An ancient talisman slowly condensed, becoming increasingly brilliant, surpassing the scorching sun.

"Thunder Emperor Technique—Nirvana of the Ten Directions!"

"Rumble!" At this moment, the Void Realm was extinguished, and the countless roaring sounds of thunder were like the whispering of gods, containing supreme majesty that could make all living beings submit.

"Legacy of an Emperor!" Wang Mu's eyes brightened slightly. He could see at a glance that this was definitely a Legacy at the level of an Emperor Scripture, but what Shi Huang obtained should be incomplete, only a portion, awaiting perfection.

But even so, its power was terrifying enough. With the support of Shi Huang's astonishing foundation, even an ordinary Divine Ability could erupt with shocking power, let alone an Emperor Scripture? No matter what kind of opponent he faced, it could pose a sufficient threat. Except for Wang Mu.

"What a coincidence, I know a little bit too!" Wang Mu smiled slightly, and a spark of golden fire suddenly lit up in his eyes.