Understanding moves in adversity.
Exploding in desperation!
Chen Jiuyang was almost suffocated by Jiang Haoran's divine might, which crushed him like waves. Yet, Chen Jiuyang's move erupted with a fiery red glow, like a bonfire in a cave amidst heavy snow on a dark night, illuminating hope and burning fiercely, fearless of the terror before him.
"Hmm?"
A phantom image of the Yan Sheng Blade materialized, shielding Chen Jiuyang behind it, and even tore a rift in Jiang Haoran's divine might move.
Jiang Haoran's brow furrowed, a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
It seemed his divine might move had no effect on Chen Jiuyang?
How humiliating it was for him, a half-step Heavenly Realm expert, to be unable to deal with a third-level Earth Realm martial artist.
What intrigued him more was how Chen Jiuyang, at the third level of the Earth Realm, could withstand his divine might move, a move that was considered a nascent divine ability, with his vital energy, true energy, and soul condensed yet not scattered, possessing its power and remaining in the world.
Jiang Haoran's expression sank slightly.
It seemed he had to get serious.
"This move, 'Breaking Realm,' is a nascent divine ability. Vital energy, true energy, and soul are condensed and not scattered, possessing their might and remaining in the world."
It was only after releasing the move that Chen Jiuyang's understanding of 'Breaking Realm' flooded his mind.
A moment later, Jiang Haoran said, "The second move has passed. Chen Jiuyang, you truly possess unparalleled talent."
"Now, for the third move."
As he spoke, Jiang Haoran harbored killing intent.
If Chen Jiuyang, at the third level of the Earth Realm, could withstand his half-step Heavenly Realm divine might, then even if he suppressed Chen Jiuyang this time, preventing him from achieving a good ranking on the Martial Rankings, giving Chen Jiuyang over a decade, if he truly broke through to the Heavenly Realm,
And then came to seek revenge...
"I refuse to believe you can withstand this move as well!"
"Rumble!"
Jiang Haoran's true energy surged, and the power of divine might erupted instantly. His refined demeanor vanished without a trace.
A great terror gripped the hearts of many present.
Many who were secretly observing this scene immediately changed their expressions: "Jiang Haoran has killing intent towards Chen Jiuyang!"
"Chen Jiuyang will likely be unable to resist this move. Even if he doesn't die, the best outcome would be severe injury, or even damage to his martial foundation, halting his martial path forever!"
"Breaking Boat!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
A phantom image of a colossal axe, inscribed with ancient runes, carrying a killing aura, suddenly appeared.
This move stunned many into a daze: "Is this the might of a half-step Heavenly Realm expert?"
Not all martial artists had witnessed a half-step Heavenly Realm expert unleash divine might. After all, a half-step Heavenly Realm was not a true Heavenly Realm. Forcing the use of Heavenly Realm moves placed a considerable burden on the half-step Heavenly Realm expert themselves.
The giant axe materialized, and in this cold, snowy weather, it exuded a terrifying aura that blotted out the sky. Chen Jiuyang's figure appeared minuscule and weak beneath this axe.
"Jiang Haoran, that old scoundrel, even used a half-step Heavenly Realm ancient artifact. Truly shameless!" someone cursed, but no one stepped forward to stop Jiang Haoran.
This was Chen Jiuyang's tribulation. If they could help him for this moment, how would he overcome the subsequent trials?
Chen Jiuyang's body trembled slightly. He looked up at the axe, his eyes shining brightly.
Jiang Haoran's move made Chen Jiuyang feel a sense of life-or-death crisis.
If he couldn't withstand this move, he would die.
So, the true tribulation wasn't the ambush by these people, nor Jiang Haoran's shamelessness in attacking him with three moves.
It was his exceptional talent that provoked the killing intent of these people, who, throwing all pretense of decency aside, used flimsy excuses and justifications to kill him right here!
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
It was as if the air itself could not bear the weight of this axe. The axe slowly descended towards Chen Jiuyang. Although its movement was slow, the sonic boom was far more intense than before, piercing the eardrums.
Chen Jiuyang gripped the Yan Sheng Blade in his hand, pulling it up from the ground. His vital energy burned, and his aura surged. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he stared at the colossal axe, roaring, "Still not enough!"
But his vital energy had already reached its limit.
"Master of the Blade, use 'Felling Immortals,' otherwise this is a dead end, unavoidable," the Yan Sheng Blade's voice echoed in Chen Jiuyang's mind at the critical moment.
Chen Jiuyang's eyes sharpened, and he opened his mouth, uttering a few obscure, ancient syllables.
"Rumble!"
An almost tangible fiery golden wave of vital energy erupted from Chen Jiuyang's body. His aura shattered his previous limits, ascending to another level.
"This is..."
Seeing this almost tangible fiery golden vital energy burning, transforming into specks of starlight that melted the snow within a hundred meters, Enfu Ben's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "This is his true trump card!"
The Yan Sheng Blade slowly swung, stirring up a terrifying and unparalleled wave of energy. Some of the rust on the Yan Sheng Blade flaked off, revealing the words 'Yan Sheng' anciently engraved on the blade!
"Swish swish swish!"
Blade light surged, slashing towards the phantom image of the giant axe in the sky.
"Rumble!"
A terrifying explosion suddenly arrived, followed by Chen Jiuyang's roaring voice: "No regrets!"
The violent surge of energy kicked up snow within a thousand-meter radius, leaving everyone stunned.
After a deafening roar, the ground where Chen Jiuyang stood was gouged out with a deep, shocking concavity.
"Clang!"
A piercing yet seemingly melodious sound of metal collision echoed, stirring up a blizzard that momentarily obscured the battlefield.
A moment later, the phantom image of the giant axe dissipated. Jiang Haoran's face turned slightly pale. He sat down, trembling slightly as he picked up a cup of tea, his eyes filled with confusion and lingering fear:
"What... what did I just do..."
"Is Chen Jiuyang dead? Quickly, confirm it!" Enfu Ben urged his grandfather to act.
The old man in red robes let out a wry smile and waved his hand, sweeping away the blizzard that covered the sky.
Many people's nerves immediately tensed, their faces changing drastically: "There's actually a half-step Heavenly Realm expert lurking nearby?"
"Could it be that to eliminate future trouble, they must ensure Chen Jiuyang dies here?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Jiang Haoran has already broken the rules. He will be punished and retaliated against. If they had set up further measures to kill Chen Jiuyang, why would they bother?"
"Indeed, there should be a half-step Heavenly Realm expert watching the show."
The blizzard was swept away, revealing a heart-chilling crack and a pit on the ground.
A half-step Heavenly Realm expert was, after all, a powerful being beyond the Earth Realm Grandmaster level. Their strength was fundamentally different from that of Earth Realm Grandmasters.
Such terrifying power...
It was unknown if Chen Jiuyang had survived Jiang Haoran's killing blow.
"Puff—"
A heart-wrenching cough and the sound of spitting blood arose.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Chen Jiuyang, his clothes tattered, covered in blood, his face pale, staggered out of the pit.
"Clatter—"
The teacup in Jiang Haoran's hand fell to the ground unnoticed.
Chen Jiuyang had survived!
"The three moves are over. Can this Marquis leave now..."