Rumble!

The sea roared, and a sacred, ancient hand emerged from beneath the sea, crushing the space and grabbing at Mu Chen. Under its shadow, it seemed that even the void was solidified, blocking all of Mu Chen’s retreat paths.

Shi Luo had struck at full force, and under such a blow, even a later-stage God Grade would be hit hard. After all, this Saint Buddha Palm was one of Mount Da Ling’s defining Super Powers, and its power was second only to the 36 Volumes of Rare Super Powers, whose prestige was known throughout the Great Thousand World. Many strong people had been defeated by Shi Luo’s move in the past.

Outside the Aeon Tower, countless sovereigns held their breath and looked closely at the light mirror. They were all familiar with Shi Luo’s super power, so they understood that he no longer held back this time. If Mu Chen could not withstand this blow, this alone would be enough to defeat him.

Amid the crowd’s attention, Mu Chen gazed at the ancient sacred palm, and then his eyes closed. A crystal splendor rose into the sky from his forehead and finally turned into an ancient crystal pagoda.

Buzz!

The crystal pagoda vibrated and buzzed as the crystal light bloomed. Eight ferocious figures slowly appeared on the pagoda, and with a sharp leap, they left the pagoda. They hovered around the pagoda like eight demonic gods. Mu Chen’s expression was grave. In the face of such an opponent, he did not dare let down his guard in the slightest, so he immediately summoned the Eight Budur.

Boom!

The spiritual energy’s mighty power swept out of Mu Chen and charged into the eight ferocious demonic gods as they swallowed it. With the devouring of such majestic power, strange runes spread out on the eight demons’ bodies and transformed into seals.

Whoosh!

Eight rays of light emanated from their bodies and intermingled with each other, forming a light array of terrible power. In the center of the light array, the infinite spiritual energy converged and finally compressed into a dark red sphere of light. It was as if it had materialized into a tangible substance with mottled marks on it, implicitly exuding waves of destruction.

“Eight Budur, Budur Demon Jade!” Mu Chen’s low roar resounded in his heart, and the next moment, the light array erupted. The dark red ball condensing the power of eight demonic gods burst out. Where it passed, the space collapsed completely.

At this time, the divine Saint Buddha Palm also shrouded him and clashed brutally with the dark red ball of light as the crowd watched anxiously.

Boom!

An indescribable, loud sound rumbled, and the terrible shockwaves raged madly, as if they were about to destroy the boundless ocean. The sea where the two blows collided had a gaping, deep pit of 1,000,000 feet torn out. Even the bottom of the sea was riddled with holes.

Outside the Aeon Tower, the sovereigns looked at this horrible confrontation, and all of them gulped and took a deep breath. Even a later-stage God Grade could not bear this collision. No one expected this battle to be more ferocious than the final confrontation between the two true later-stage God Grades.

They watched on in marvel but stared fixedly at the light mirror. There, the shockwaves of terror raged, and the massive palm and the dark red light sphere burst into pieces at almost the same time. Mu Chen and Shi Luo were the first to bear the brunt of the aftershocks as they flew backwards. The soles of their feet tore out long waves of water on the sea’s surface.

After flying out 10,000 feet, Mu Chen finally stabilized his body, his fingertips trembling slightly. The shockwaves had previously made his blood flow turbulently.

In the distance, Shi Luo was also steady, and his face was solemn. Apparently, he didn’t think that he would not achieve the slightest advantage, even if he displayed such top super powers as the Saint Buddha Palm.

“Eight Budur lives up to its name, indeed.” His voice was low. He knew about Mu Chen, and naturally, he knew the origin of the latter’s Rare Super Power. An ordinary later-stage God Grade would not have been able to withstand Mu Chen’s previous blow.

“Your Saint Buddha Palm is not bad, either,” Mu Chen commented slowly.

Shi Luo sighed and said no more. He clasped his hands together as golden light behind him condensed. A huge, purple-gold figure emerged, exuding an aura of immortality. In the face of this situation, Shi Luo had no choice but to summon his Immortal Golden Body. As he did so, a huge, purple-gold figure emerged behind Mu Chen as they confronted each other from a distance.

Crash!

In the next moment, two huge figures set out in the sea with hundreds of Immortal God Runes condensed on them. The runes finally turned into a spots of golden light and burst out, each collision earth-shaking as they set off a huge shock in the sea.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In just a few minutes, the two purple-gold giants had met for hundreds of rounds, and had the sea not been restored, the earth could have been destroyed by either party.

Standing on the shoulders of the Immortal Golden Body, Mu Chen stood rock-like and motionless. He looked at the fierce confrontation and frowned, as Shi Luo was a far more difficult opponent than he had expected. A few months ago, he was able to crush Huang Xuan with the Eight Budur when he was dealing with him, but at the moment, he could only achieve a draw with it. Apparently, if he wanted to win, he would have to use stronger means.

“I can’t drag this out any longer,” Mu Chen muttered. There should also have been three battlefields similar to the battlefield there. If Maha You, Ye Qing, and Tuo Ba Cang did not meet, then their battle should end more quickly and not be stuck at a standstill like what was going on here. He had to end the fight as soon as possible or get caught up in a struggle that would cost both sides a great deal. He would have to face other equally difficult opponents; therefore, the battle needed to end as quickly as possible.

At this thought, a glint of determination flashed in Mu Chen’s eyes. With a wave of his sleeve, the Immortal Golden Body retreated as a faint light flickered from the ring on his finger. A flood of water surged and transformed behind him into an army with astonishing fighting spirit. It was the Mystery Dragon Army.

The sudden appearance of an army caused an uproar outside the Aeon Tower. Many sovereigns were astonished. Is Mu Chen a war troop dispatcher? Is he going to use the power of fighting spirit?

On an elevated platform, Maha Tian’s eyes narrowed at the army. The elders of the Maha Ancient Clan behind him were also shocked. Mu Chen was not only astonishing in his own combat power but also in his attainments in being a war troop dispatcher. At first sight, it was no ordinary army, and it emanated a murderous aura.

“It is rumored that Mu Chen has a Mystery Dragon Army, the last master of which was the Mystery Dragon War Emperor, who had a strong reputation in ancient times. He commanded the Mystery Dragon Army at that time and killed countless Demon Emperors,” Maha Tian remarked nonchalantly.

“However, this Mystery Dragon Army is not as strong as it was and is barely able to compete with a later-stage God Grade. It is extremely difficult to win with it, so if Mu Chen wants to rely on this army to defeat Shi Luo, it is merely his fantasy.”

Other Maha elders nodded in agreement.

Above the sea.

As Shi Luo looked at the army that had appeared out of thin air, he said, “Estate Master Mu’s army is not weak, but it does not play a big role in the situation of this battle.”

Behind Mu Chen, the leader of the army, Commander Jiang Long, also looked at Shi Luo and immediately laughed bitterly. “Master Mu, your opponent has really become stronger every time you summon us. A later-stage God Grade… If our Mystery Dragon Army was in its heyday, we would have nothing to fear, but now it is difficult to win.”

Upon hearing his words, Mu Chen smiled, for he naturally thoroughly understood the Mystery Dragon Army’s power. Relying on it alone, he clearly could not beat Shi Luo.

Mu Chen nodded at Jiang Long. “No worries, I know what I’m doing.”

Seeing this, Jiang Long no longer said much and swept back into the army. As soon as he waved the flag in his hand, 15,000 soldiers suddenly roared. The next moment, fighting spirit transformed into a Fighting Spirit Ocean and filled the sky.

Mu Chen snapped his fingers, and the Immortal Golden Body under his feet rushed out. Seeing the situation, Shi Luo also summoned his Immortal Golden Body and charged forward. The two behemoths fought fiercely, setting off huge waves.

Mu Chen stood atop the Fighting Spirit Ocean and conjured up seals one-handedly. Suddenly, the Fighting Spirit Ocean surged as fighting spirit converged, transforming into a huge Fighting Spirit Dragon. It soared into the sky and roared ferociously.

On the Fighting Spirit Dragon’s huge body, there were 50,000,000 battle runes striking fear in people’s hearts. The number of battle runes was comparable to that of an ordinary later-stage God Grade. However, Shi Luo’s expression was calm. Fifty million battle runes may be a threat to an ordinary later-stage God Grade, but it was nothing in his eyes.

“This is such a waste of effort. The power of the 50,000,000 battle runes may not be as powerful as his previous Eight Budur.” Outside the Aeon Tower, many sovereigns whispered, wondering why Mu Chen would do such a useless thing.

Mu Chen was not aware of those glances as he looked at 50,000,000 battle runes on the dragon. His gaze flickered slightly as a thought occurred to him. Black and white beams of light radiated from his body and landed beside him as black and white Mu Chens. He nodded gently to the two avatars, and then they both slanted one step at the same time, forming a wonderful formation with the original Mu Chen.

Quickly conjuring seals, he chanted quietly, “Three Spirits Battle Array.”

Boom!

When the formation took shape, Mu Chen suddenly shook. A vast sense of fighting spirit like the fierce torrents of the sea burst out, tearing apart the sky. The vast fighting spirit soared, pouring into the massive fighting spirit dragon under Mu Chen’s control.

Roar!

The dragon let out a deafening roar as its huge body swelled rapidly. On its body, the twinkling battle runes increased at a frightening speed.

Fifty-five million… Sixty million…

“Not enough!” Mu Chen’s head almost broke apart. Such a magnitude of fighting spirit was slightly beyond his control. Tears of blood flowed down his face, but he still did not stop. His face was cold. Suppressing the excruciating pain in his head, he madly poured fighting spirit into the dragon. As a result, the number of battle runes again skyrocketed.

Sixty-three million… Sixty-five million… In the end, the number of runes paused at 68,000,000!

At this moment, the dragon lay across the sky, covering it entirely as if it were the dragon of annihilation. Shi Luo looked up at the dragon flickering with countless battle runes. Shock finally emerged on his usually nonchalant face.