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Chapter 145: Suppressing the Feather Emperor, Showing Off to the End
🕑 Added 2024-09-28 07:02:50 +0000 UTC“Ssssk—”
With a faint sound, the very space seemed to tear apart. The thin, elongated sword light didn't carry much overwhelming force; it was so small that it didn’t even stir up any wind or waves. However, everything in its path was effortlessly sliced through.
“Kill!!”
Feather Emperor roared, sweeping his blue robe with a flourish. The embroidered dragon pattern on it came to life, and nine azure dragons coiled and surged toward the thin white sword light.
However...
“Shhhnng—”
With a soft hum, the white sword light cut through the nine dragons as though slicing through tofu. The nine dragons were severed along the same line, and the sword light continued to advance toward Feather Emperor.
"What?!"
Feather Emperor's face paled in shock. His enormous wings suddenly folded in, transforming into a towering wall of Laws.
“Shhhnng—”
Another faint sound. The wings were sliced cleanly in half as the white line continued its trajectory, slashing straight toward Feather Emperor.
“Imperishable Emperor Body!!!”
Feather Emperor bellowed, and his entire body ignited with golden flames, illuminating the heavens. His form turned entirely golden, as though cast from molten gold, exuding an indestructible aura.
“Clang—”
A thunderous crash rang out as Feather Emperor finally managed to block the sword light, but the immense force behind it sent him hurtling backward.
Incredibly, as he was knocked back, the golden light surrounding him stayed in place, retaining his form. Only a moment later did the golden glow seem to realize what had happened, rushing to catch up and follow him as he was thrown backward.
Feather Emperor was, after all, the Feather Emperor.
After flying back a hundred meters, the wings of Laws behind him spread out once more, stabilizing him and dissipating the force that had flung him backward.
But just as he regained control, a pale handprint landed squarely on his chest. At that moment, time seemed to slow down.
"You…"
He slowly raised his head and saw Qin Chuan’s indifferent face. Then, time seemed to return to normal.
“Boom!”
“Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!”
His body was sent flying once again, and a series of violent explosions erupted from his chest, each one louder than the last, shaking the heavens and the earth!
From afar, it looked as though a series of fiery explosions were lighting up the sky, with each fireball pierced through by a radiant golden beam, creating a spectacular scene.
Boom!
After the twelfth explosion, the force of the blow finally dissipated, and Feather Emperor was sent crashing into a distant mountain. He was embedded deep into the rock face, with cracks spreading out around him like a spider’s web.
“Pfft!”
Finally, the golden light around his body disintegrated, and his face alternated between red and white before he coughed up a mouthful of scalding, steaming blood.
The blood was tinged with faint golden threads, eerily resembling a gilded statue that had just been damaged, its coating stripped away...
“So this is your so-called invincibility?”
Qin Chuan hovered in front of the cliff, hands behind his back, looking down at Feather Emperor with a mocking expression.
“An Emperor cannot be humiliated! Aahhhh!!!”
Feather Emperor’s face twisted, filled with shame, humiliation, and rage. These emotions swirled within him until he let out a frenzied roar.
Boom!
The mountain behind him exploded into fragments, sending countless stones flying through the air. In an instant, dust billowed, and rocks shot into the sky.
From within the dust cloud, a green light expanded outward—a magnificent scroll of mountains and rivers appeared, vast and imposing!
Feather Emperor slowly emerged from the dust cloud.
The grand scene of mountains and rivers hovered behind him, lending him a weighty, world-bearing presence.
“A personal world?”
Qin Chuan’s eyes flashed with surprise. This world looked small on the outside, but it gave off an impression of boundless vastness within.
He himself didn’t have a personal world.
A personal world was the foundation of a World Emperor, but Qin Chuan only temporarily had the power of a World Emperor; he wasn’t a true World Emperor.
At this moment, Feather Emperor made his move.
“Hundred-Mile Mountains and Rivers!”
With a sweep of his right hand, the world behind him twisted, and a hundred-mile-long mountain range was torn from it, descending toward Qin Chuan to crush him.
The colossal mountain range stretched across the sky, blotting out the sun!
Qin Chuan felt the sunlight above him disappear, and the entire area was plunged into darkness.
“Break!!”
Qin Chuan roared, his entire body radiating blinding light as the limitless power within him exploded outward.
He punched upward, and a scorching white beam of light shot from his body, piercing through both the sky and the earth.
“Boom—”
The white light was so dazzling that it blinded the onlookers. The massive mountain range descending upon him was instantly pierced through and shattered into pieces!
The shattered fragments didn't fly far. Instead, they began rotating around the giant white beam of light in a counterclockwise motion.
“Buddha’s Light is Boundless!”
Qin Chuan shouted, bringing his hands together in a prayer gesture. The rotating fragments rapidly compressed, reforming into a towering Buddha that stood ten miles tall. The Buddha thrust out a colossal palm.
“Boom!!”
The enormous hand, too, blotted out the sky, with a yellow dragon of wind spiraling around it, hurtling toward Feather Emperor with destructive force.
How tall is ten miles?
That’s five kilometers!!
A five-kilometer-tall Buddha delivering a palm strike—one could imagine its power. The wind and clouds reversed direction, and the sky itself seemed ready to collapse.
“Rivers Embrace the Sea!”
Feather Emperor shouted, and five massive mountain ranges, each a hundred miles long, flew out from the scroll behind him like dragons, crashing into the Buddha's palm.
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The Buddha’s massive palm continued to press forward, piercing through each of the enormous mountain ranges in turn. Fragments of rock rained down from the sky.
“Not good!”
Feather Emperor’s face changed dramatically. If all these stones fell, they would bury the entire Eastern Victory Divine Sect, killing countless disciples.
“Freeze!!”
Immediately, he thrust his right hand downward. A vast power spread out, forming a gigantic golden plane above the Eastern Victory Divine Sect, catching all the falling rocks and pulling them back into his personal world.
However, at that moment, the Buddha’s palm struck him head-on, unleashing divine power as fierce as the wrath of the gods.
“Pfft!”
Feather Emperor coughed up blood and was sent crashing into the enormous scroll behind him. His clothes couldn’t withstand the impact and were torn to shreds, leaving him stark naked and splayed against the scroll in the shape of a large "X."
“You!!!”
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he wanted to say something. But before he could speak, a terrifying black light whistled through the air and struck between his legs.
“Boom!!”
A violent shockwave rippled out, shaking the entire scroll, nearly tearing it apart.
Feather Emperor's body went rigid. His breath halted for a moment as he swallowed hard, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes twitching violently. Cold sweat slowly dripped down his face.
He lowered his gaze slowly.
Between his legs was a massive, pitch-black sword, half a meter wide, jagged, and exuding a terrifying killing intent!
From a distance, his form no longer resembled an "X." Instead, it now looked like the character “太” (Tai) — with one very thick and long stroke.
"Little Feather, aren't you going to thank this senior for sparing your life?" A dignified, elderly voice rang out.
Qin Chuan glanced over and saw an old man in white robes floating in the sky.
The old man had long white whiskers, an immortal aura, and the demeanor of a Daoist master. A silver sword imprint was branded on his forehead, adding a sharp, authoritative edge to his presence.
"Such formidable power."
Qin Chuan felt a subtle tension. Even in his World Emperor-possessed state, he couldn’t see through this old man’s strength.
However, he remained calm.
The system’s Showdown Guarantee Card always accounted for the greatest possible danger. If the card didn’t provide enough power to defeat this old man, it meant the system had already calculated that the old man wouldn’t make a move.
And if, by chance, the old man did attack, Qin Chuan still had 5.5 points of Patriarch Value—plenty to ensure a safe retreat.
With that assurance, Qin Chuan decided to fully commit to his act in front of his son and see it through to the end!
Whoosh!
His expression remained as calm as still water. With a casual wave of his hand, the Black Whale Emperor Sword flew back to him. Holding the sword in his left hand, he pointed its tip toward the sky, while his right hand formed a blade with two fingers and slowly traced along the sword's edge. His gaze followed his fingers as they moved.
He didn’t even look at the old man, continuing to polish his sword as he nonchalantly asked, "You... must be the Sword Emperor?"
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