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The man with black hair could tell that his master was no match for Chaos.
At most, he could only hold on for a moment, just long enough for him to kill Xu Zimei.
Then everything would be easily resolved.
Watching the black-haired man coming to kill him, the higher-ups of the Heaven Tiger Empire, their True Fates seemed to be various types of tigers.
Xu Zimei slowly drew the Tyrant Shadow from behind his back.
He didn’t know how big a difference there was between the pinnacle of Saint Vein Realm and the Divine Vein Realm when it came to battle.
"Way of Inquiry twelve moves, Annihilation Void,"
Xu Zimei called out softly, not underestimating his opponent, and directly slashed down with his blade.
This slash carried an endless storm, shattering the space of the surrounding towering mountains.
Thunderous explosions echoed around him.
Qi of Annihilation wrapped around the blade, with Blade Qi from Wu Geng shooting forth.
When the surrounding space was all engulfed in it, Tyrant Shadow collided with the palm of the black-haired man.
With a "bang."
Xu Zimei staggered backwards several steps, while the black-haired man looked unfazed, standing still without a tremor.
"There’s no need for futile struggles, although I am quite surprised by your cultivation at your age,"
the black-haired man said indifferently, "But there is an insurmountable chasm between Saint Vein and Divine Vein."
"Is that so?" Xu Zimei chuckled softly.
As his words fell, his aura became stronger and stronger around him.
The surging storm of his aura raged in the sky and all around.
"Sky-breaking Change,
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Cang Dragon Seventh Transformation,
Azure Cloud Eighth Transformation."
As Xu Zimei’s aura grew stronger, all the space around him collapsed.
With every step he took, his aura soared higher and higher,
successfully suppressing the black-haired man.
Finally, when that last deep phrase came out from his mouth, or even his throat,
"War God’s Nine Transformations."
It seemed as if the space around them had come to a halt, with countless storms of Spiritual Energy converging towards Xu Zimei’s position.
Spiritual Energy condensed into the shape of a transparent suit of armor and draped over Xu Zimei.
This was the first time Xu Zimei had fully executed the "War God’s Nine Transformations."
Ever since he acquired this secret technique from the Jiu Li tribe, he rarely used it.
The moment War God’s Nine Transformations was completely unleashed, the entire Firmament trembled.
The black-haired man seemed to see a flash of an image before his eyes.
An armored man fighting against heaven and earth, sweeping through everything.
Of course, this image flashed by, leaving one to wonder if it was merely an illusion.
At this moment, Xu Zimei felt an unprecedented strength; with a casual grip,
a vast expanse of space at his fist instantly shattered.
He could feel the armor covering his body surface.
It provided him with defense, offense, endless stamina, and even healed his wounds.
This was truly an artifact that enhanced everything.
Seeing the astonished expression on the black-haired man’s face, he slowly picked up the Tyrant Shadow in his hand.
His gaze deep as he looked at the dark blade.
Thunderbolt, Blazing Flame, flood, Hurricane, Essence of the Sun, Essence of the Moon.
Several different attributes rolled and surged on the blade.
Xu Zimei chuckled lightly, slowly raising the Tyrant Shadow, aiming the tip at the black-haired man.
His lips moved slightly, and he said in a calm tone,
"Way of inquiry thirteen moves, Wrath of the Form King."
This move, Wrath of the Form King, was a technique he created in his most furious moment in his previous life.
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He had infused all of his fury and insanity into his moves, embodying the true meaning of the technique.
Attack without defense, the best offense is a relentless assault.
A surge of fighting spirit burst forth from Xu Zimei, enveloping the tip of his blade.
Tyrant Shadow began to tremble.
Behind Xu Zimei, waves of Blade Qi began to converge.
These waves of Blade Qi eventually formed the shape of a monster.
This monster had only one leg and was entirely blood red in color.
Despite having just one leg, its upper body was exceedingly robust.
Blocks of muscles protruded prominently, and its arms were thicker than the heads of ordinary people.
Atop its head grew a single blue horn.
A silver hoop adorned its left ear, it had a lofty nose bridge, and its eyes were deeply sunken.
This was the Form King that Xu Zimei had condensed.
At this moment, the Form King, following Xu Zimei’s command, merged into Tyrant Shadow as a stream of light.
The trembling of Tyrant Shadow became faster, and its frequency steadily increased.
The blade began to emit a red glow, as if it had reached the brink of madness.
As the final moment of the War God’s Nine Transformations approached, Xu Zimei raised Tyrant Shadow and charged toward the man with black hair.
The man with black hair slightly furrowed his brow as the Droopy-eyed White Tiger behind him let out a furious roar toward the sky.
They ultimately fused into one.
On the man with black hair, the figure of the White Tiger could vaguely be seen.
He threw a punch that brought forth all of Wu Geng’s heavens and earth, hammering down on Xu Zimei.
Amidst it all, the sound of a beast’s roar seemed to emanate from his fist.
Tyrant Shadow collided with the man’s fist.
A "boom" resounded as an explosion radiated outwards from the two of them as its epicenter.
The rumbling continued to echo all around.
The two were separated, each staggering backward.
With each step back, the space beneath their feet shattered layer by layer.
Finally, they both steadied themselves, and the man with black hair gave Xu Zimei a grave look.
Under the premise of a difference of one great realm, the two were unexpectedly evenly matched.
His gaze shifted slightly to another battlefield.
Chaos was clearly dominating the man in the green robe and seemed in no rush to kill him.
Instead, it appeared to be toying with its opponent in a mocking manner.
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The man with black hair steadied his spirit, his eyes once again fixing on Xu Zimei.
"You indeed surprised me a bit," he said coolly.
"But you certainly can’t maintain this state for much longer, right?"
"I can keep this up for a few more days and nights if you want to test me," Xu Zimei said with a light chuckle.
As his words fell, Tyrant Shadow in his hand charged once again.
Each strike was intended to be a lethal blow.
Xu Zimei didn’t bother to defend; he fought in a way that was ready to kill a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own.
In the beginning, the man with black hair could hold on.
But as time passed, Xu Zimei’s speed accelerated, and the force of his blade strikes became more fearsome.
In an instant, the man was unable to evade and was slashed in half by Xu Zimei.
Bisected at the waist.
Seeing this scene, the man in the green robe next to them had his eyes almost popping out in rage, and he let out a thunderous roar.
Chaos, seemingly tired of the game, smashed down with a slap, plunging the man in the green robe deep into the ground.
Although the man with black hair was cut in two, he had not completely died.
The power of someone in the Divine Vein Realm lay in the fact that even if their head were severed, they could be resurrected.
However, now that both were gravely injured, a full recovery was not going to be easy.
