Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 849: Chapter 849: No Chance of Winning Chapter 849: Chapter 849: No Chance of Winning “Not a single scratch? How is that possible?” From Leng Yunkong’s arrogantly mocking laughter, it was clear that he was completely unaffected by the terrifying power, causing Chi Yuan’s expression to stiffen involuntarily.

“Can’t break through his vajra body?” Zhang Wuhun was also stunned, with disbelief written all over his face.

Leng Yunkong was ferociously powerful, something both Chi Yuan and Zhang Wuhun knew better than anyone, but the fact that their strength couldn’t harm Leng Yunkong was something they found hard to accept.

What was even more terrifying was that they couldn’t even break Leng Yunkong’s energy shield.

All eyes, filled with shock and horror, were fixed on the center of the explosion in the sky, not even blinking, afraid they would miss any spectacular scene.

As the energy ripples and explosion dust in the sky gradually dispersed, a faint purple light spread forth, followed by sight of a purple energy shield.

Inside the energy shield was Leng Yunkong himself.

Leng Yunkong was without a scratch, and the energy shield showed not the slightest crack.

This meant that the frenzied bombardment by Chi Yuan and Zhang Wuhun had not even shaken Leng Yunkong’s energy shield.

It was normal for Zhang Wuhun, with his Seventh Level Divinity Transformation Realm strength, not to affect Leng Yunkong, but Chi Yuan, possessing the overwhelming strength of the Eightfold Divinity Transformation Realm and executing Immortal Decision, should have been terrifyingly powerful, yet he still couldn’t break Leng Yunkong’s energy shield.

The gap! An insurmountable gap!

“Not a single scratch!” Zhang Tianyun frowned deeply. Although he had anticipated this, the sight still shook him to the core.

“Leng Yunkong’s strength is greater than we imagined,” Xingtian said with a frown.

The upper echelons of the Beixuan Sect and tens of thousands of disciples were stunned at this moment, a huge turmoil surging through their hearts.

In contrast, the high-ranking members and powerhouses of the Divine King’s Divine Palace revealed pleased smiles, all of them gloating.

High in the sky, Leng Yunkong casually waved his hand, dispelling the energy shield, his face wearing a proud cold smile, “If you have any skills left, use them. Don’t say this Hall Master hasn’t given you a chance.”

With a fierce gaze fixed on Chi Yuan and Zhang Wuji, Leng Yunkong continued, “As Artifact Refiners among the strongest on the Mainland, you must know many powerhouses. Feel free to call them.”

“What a pity that Elder Xing has been seriously injured, otherwise with the three of us joining hands, we could have definitely inflicted heavy damage on him!” Zhang Wuhun said, frowning; the two of them really weren’t a match for Leng Yunkong.

“Zhang, lend me your strength!” Chi Yuan said gravely.

Zhang Wuhun was slightly taken aback but didn’t ask any questions. He promptly moved behind Chi Yuan and began infusing his own strength into Chi Yuan’s body.

Zhang Wuhun knew his own strength was no match for Leng Yunkong. By providing his strength to Chi Yuan, the odds of winning were greater.

Chi Yuan positioned his left hand into a sword gesture at his forehead, fully activating the power of his Martial Soul.

“Humming!”

A terrifying power of the Martial Soul emanated from Chi Yuan’s forehead, shaking the void, with dazzling blue light piercing the eyes, covering a vast expanse of emptiness.

“Power of the Martial Soul?” Leng Yunkong taunted with a cold smile, still without a hint of concern.

The power of the Martial Soul, combined with the strength of Zhang Wuhun, caused Chi Yuan’s aura to surge again, continuously climbing towards the peak of the Eightfold Divinity Transformation Realm.

“This power is indeed not weak,” Leng Yunkong arrogantly coldly laughed, “let me show you the truly dreadful power of the Primal Chaos Strength!” As he spoke, the Primal Chaos Strength began to stir.

A heaven-shaking aura burst forth from Leng Yunkong’s body in an instant, with splendid purple light soaring into the sky; the vast and terrifying energy carried an intense oppressive force, rendering people powerless to resist.

“Humming!”

The terror of the airwaves shook the void, with the space rolling like angry waves.

The ancient power, so terrifying.

Everyone present felt fear.

“Chi Yuan, if you have any trump cards, bring them out now. The Hall Master is always ready for you!” Leng Yunkong said arrogantly, his eyes filled with a hint of disdain.

“Boom!”

As Chi Yuan’s aura soared to the peak of the Seventh Level of the Divinity Transformation Realm, he suddenly stepped on the void with a loud boom, his Immortal Sword in hand turning into blue lightning that burst forth with overwhelming might.

“The Hall Master’s Sword technique should not be inferior to yours,” Leng Yunkong said with a cold smile, reaching out and grabbing through the air, summoning a black surprise longsword out of nothing.

The blade flipped, radiating a cold light, and astonishing Sword Intent spread out.

“A high-grade Immortal Artifact!” Chi Yuan’s face slightly darkened, clearly guessing that Leng Yunkong had not been using his full strength all along.

Xingtian said with slight concern, “Leng Yunkong’s aura has risen quite a bit.”

The rise in Leng Yunkong’s aura was very disadvantageous for them, causing great tension and worry among the high ranks of the Beixuan Sect and tens of thousands of disciples.

“Whoosh!”

“Buzz buzz!”

Leng Yunkong, not willing to show weakness, burst forth, his momentum immense, making the space buzz wherever he passed.

“Ding ding ding!”

“Buzz buzz!”

A fierce battle ensued once again, the two of them competing with their Sword techniques, every move deadly, extremely ruthless. Sword lights flashed fiercely, colliding hard with terrifying force, creating sparks that flew in all directions. Every fierce collision made it seem as though the entire Northern Profound Domain trembled.

The fight had only lasted a few minutes when Chi Yuan shockingly realized that Leng Yunkong’s sword moves were grand and sweeping, his comprehension of the Sword Dao extremely high, not lesser than his.

The ferocious sword moves unfolded in very strange and unpredictable ways, not only easily resolving Chi Yuan’s attacks but also pressing him into dire situations every time.

Leng Yunkong’s profound understanding of the Sword techniques made Chi Yuan feel inferior.

His Sword techniques were suppressed, his strength was suppressed, and even with Zhang Wuhun’s power lent to him, Chi Yuan was still mercilessly oppressed.

In less than ten minutes, Chi Yuan was already sporting more than a dozen sword wounds, his clothes dyed red with blood.

The people of the Beixuan Sect looked on in urgency, but they were powerless to intervene.

“Chi Yuan, it seems your Sword techniques aren’t so special after all. You’ve cultivated Sword techniques for years, is this all you’re capable of?” Leng Yunkong said mockingly.

Chi Yuan was already strong, it was just that Leng Yunkong was even stronger.

Of course, this might not be a matter of the Sword techniques, but an issue of the strength disparity.

As the Hall Master of the Divine Palace and the strongest on the Mainland, Leng Yunkong’s strength was definitely not inferior to that of the Third Elder of the Demon Clan.

“You have no chance of winning, the Hall Master has lost patience, it’s time to end this game!” Leng Yunkong said coldly, his heavy murderous intent permeating the atmosphere.

“If worst comes to worst, let’s go out together!” Chi Yuan angrily said through gritted teeth, his somewhat pale face twisted fiercely.

“Go out together?” Leng Yunkong replied disdainfully, “I only used ninety percent of my strength just now. With the Hall Master’s power, killing you is as easy as flipping my hand, where’s the mutual destruction coming from?”

“What if you add me to the mix?”

At the very moment Leng Yunkong’s arrogant words were spoken, a dangerous and old voice came from the high skies in the distance.

Hearing the voice, Leng Yunkong’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly turned to look.

“That voice is…” Chi Yuan was shocked, looking toward the high skies in the distance.

Everyone’s surprised gazes simultaneously swept towards the source of the voice, where an extremely tumultuous aura was crazily sweeping in.

“It’s the Headmaster of the Holy Soul Academy!” Zhang Wuhun exclaimed in alarm.