Chapter 136
Only that move will do.
**Zhen Huang Bian**.
No matter how profound the martial arts or how mysterious the secret techniques, they all come with their corresponding price.
Take the **Zhen Huang Ran Xue Fa** for example.
If it weren't for Han Zhen's countless murders that allowed him to gather the essence blood of living beings, she would never have been able to use the blood phoenix essence to elevate herself to the Ninth Layer of the Divine Observation Realm, nor could she have maintained it for so long.
**Zhen Huang Bian** also has its cost.
After using it, the Zhen Huang feathers would temporarily lose their spirit and require time to recover.
In the next system ranking comparison, her combat power would no longer be counted.
This meant that she might have to rank second again, which also meant she would...
But it was too late for regrets.
Ying Bing's mind surged with divine light, an unparalleled majesty emanating from her, but only a fraction of it...
Han Zhen's expression suddenly changed.
He quickly turned around.
A pitch-black meteor, carrying boundless infernal flames, rushed toward them in an instant, like a star that had just fallen from the heavens.
In the face of this meteor-like destruction, everything seemed weak and insignificant.
This immense power exceeded the realm of human resistance.
**Clang—**
A palm that confined space collided with the black meteor.
Thunder rumbled.
The sharp energy of the weapon surged forth, and the bronze ground rippled like ocean waves, the powerful pressure wreaking havoc on everything.
This strike didn’t hit anyone else.
But the spectators felt a wave of fear and insignificance rising from the depths of their hearts.
“Divine weapon?”
Han Zhen was struck, his soul trembling, carving a deep groove into the ground.
The bones of the **Zhang Xuan** realm felt as if they were about to crack.
Upon closer inspection, he and Yin Huacheng saw an ancient and peculiar short hammer at the center of that immense power, its sharp energy distorting the surrounding space.
“**Pan Jie Yun Xing Chui**!”
Han Zhen recognized it.
“No way, divine weapons can’t even be activated in the inner realm. Is it Shangguan Wen Cang who has arrived?!”
This thought was quickly dismissed.
But a more outrageous thought sprang up.
Because just moments ago, the information about the young Han Zhen's defeat had already reached the middle-aged Han Zhen.
Is it him?
“Oi.”
A figure stepped through the blood river, bare-chested, his not-so-bulky body brimming with explosive power, as if forged from gold and iron.
Behind him, a blood-soaked divine general rose, exuding an ever-growing battle intent.
The desire to fight was surging!
Ying Bing was stunned.
He could only use the divine weapon once each time, right?
Using the divine weapon consecutively... was it because of the battle soul behind him?
“I’m feeling more persistent today.”
Li Mo grinned, slowly lifting the **Pan Jie Yun Xing Chui**.
The effect of getting stronger with each battle was probably similar to a rage meter.
“You really killed Cheng’er!”
Yin Huaxuan exploded with rage.
“You’re dead!”
The middle-aged Han Zhen sensed the young Han Zhen's aura vanish and fixed his gaze on the boy.
“I initially wanted to interact with you as a swordsman.”
“Now, because of you, my forty and eighty have been exposed. How am I supposed to navigate the martial world from now on? How do I introduce myself, huh?”
“I’ll hammer you to death!!!”
Little Li was furious.
His rage meter was full.
The crowd below swallowed hard.
Who’s challenging whom here?
This doesn’t seem right.
If they had played games, they would know.
This sense of oppression felt like a boss entering its final phase, going berserk.
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**Chapter 137: He is in the World, He is Under the Sky**
“Is that Junior Brother Li?”
“It really is him!”
“Isn’t he skilled with a sword?”
“But... how can he be so strong when he’s clearly at the Inner Breath Realm?”
“That battle soul must be some kind of powerful secret technique, but relying solely on that, it’s probably still hard to contend with the Inner Realm.”
...
The crowd below could vaguely see the scene above.
Everyone was a bit dazed.
Li Mo, who was known for his swordsmanship, suddenly pulled out a hammer and declared he would hammer the Inner Realm, facing an existence comparable to it.
Inner Breath against Inner Realm?
Even the writers wouldn’t dare to script that.
But such things have indeed happened, albeit under extremely special circumstances, with the right timing, location, and people.
They didn’t know if Li Mo counted as such now.
Moreover, he wasn’t facing just one Inner Realm.
“In times of necessity, there’s no need to hold back.”
“Quick battle, quick resolution.”
Han Zhen articulated each word with precision.
This so-called **Xue Huang Mi Jing** was the remnant of the cave heaven within his **Zhang Xuan** bones.
After the master’s demise, it had endured thousands of years of erosion, its solidity diminished to a fraction of its former self, relying solely on the blood phoenix essence to accommodate the entry of the Divine Observation Realm.
Now, this cave heaven was likely beyond saving.
Once the cave heaven shattered, the powerful beings from the outside world would surely take notice.
Yin Huaxuan nodded in agreement.
The overwhelming field became increasingly real, as if an ancient dragon demon was awakening, its malevolence shaking the heavens and the earth.
The phoenix feathers burning on Ying Bing reappeared as she held the **Tian Shuang** in reverse:
“Leave Yin Huaxuan to me…”
“No need for that.”
Li Mo exhaled a puff of white air, the battle intent rising from the battle soul making his voice somewhat indistinct:
“You focus on refining the blood phoenix essence.”
“No one can disturb you for a quarter of an hour.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps stop behind him.
Without needing to think, he knew.
Those ice-mirror-like eyes were fixed on his back, their expression unknown, perhaps tinged with silence?
This silence lasted only a moment before the fluctuations of refining the blood phoenix essence began.
“The feeling of showing off in front of others isn’t bad.”
Little Li thought to himself, gripping the **Pan Jie Yun Xing Chui**, murmuring.
He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly:
“Why does it have to be a hammer…”
Boom—
A figure had already surged forth, not Yin Huaxuan, but Han Zhen, whose eyes were nearly bulging with blood, completely lost to madness.
The blood phoenix essence was his foundation, his confidence.
Without this foundation, he had no chance to start over.
If he died again, it would be real death, and he could never return.
“Die!”
That word seemed to solidify into substance.
The inscriptions on the **Zhang Xuan** bones shone brightly, erupting with an almost burning aura, making the middle-aged Han Zhen visibly age.
Transformed into an old man, his aura became even more terrifying. He threw a punch, and before the wind of the punch arrived, a sense of death loomed.
“You should have been buried long ago.”
Li Mo charged forward with the hammer.
In an instant, the sharp energy of the weapon surged, the overwhelming power causing the bronze palace to hum, the two engaged in a fierce battle.
After a few exchanges, Little Li found his opponent quite difficult to deal with.
Too tough.
Could the bones of the **Zhang Xuan** realm withstand even a divine weapon?
Of course, it could also be that his own strength wasn’t enough.
Moreover, the opponent was equally immensely strong, with a powerful physique, and a twisting force field like a quagmire.
When he struck, it felt as if the heavy hammer had landed on cotton.
The blood-soaked battle soul talisman granted him a similar divine intent to that of the Divine Observation, condensing into a hundred battle spirits, allowing him to briefly reach the Divine Observation Realm.
But this only lasted for a quarter of an hour.
In the Divine Observation Realm, he still couldn’t maintain the world’s power for long.
Even if the battle soul talisman could last longer, he still wouldn’t be able to use the divine weapon.
If he used **Qi Ding Qian Kun**... along with the infernal flames...
He struck Han Zhen back, pointing at Yin Huaxuan, who had been watching for an opportunity not far away:
“What the hell are you looking at?!”
“Come down and fight me one-on-one! I’ll take you both on!”
Yin Huaxuan: “?”
He snorted coldly; the disciple trained by Shang Wu was just as stubborn.
Being provoked by a junior, even with his composure, he couldn’t hold back.
Roar—
The dragon demon spiraled, its beastly shadow pressing down like dark clouds, rolling past with astonishing might.
“But Junior Brother Li.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be two against two?”
Tang Xiaobao lightly hopped on the burning infernal red lotus.
“... Let’s not get caught up in details like that right now, Senior Brother Xiaobao.”
Li Mo’s mouth twitched:
“We’re getting serious now.”
“Alright!”
As soon as Tang Xiaobao’s words fell, the **Ba Qiao Long Hu Jin Dan** began to spin, the overwhelming dragon and tiger energy unleashing boundless divine power, making the flow of blood and qi resonate as if it truly possessed the roar of tigers and dragons.
At this moment.
Li Mo was like divine iron, every move stirring the winds and clouds.
“**Ding Shan Guan**!”
Little Li didn’t even know why he shouted.
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