Chapter 2179: Battle Against the God King (Part 2)

"You have no choice!"

The middle-aged man's face darkened. He lightly flicked the longsword in his hand, and the air seemed to emit a dragon's roar.

The next moment, he appeared before Zhang Xuan. The sword light howled for a hundred meters, the air crackling as it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Having reached the God King level, he stood at the pinnacle of the God Realm, even stronger than the ancient sages of the Master Teacher Continent. With a single strike, the surrounding world fell under his control, trembling, with not a shred of power or energy wasted.

"Hmph!"

Seeing this fellow attack without even a word of persuasion to surrender, Zhang Xuan knew that today, whether he revealed the formulas for the Obstruction-Breaking Pill and Beauty Pill or not, the other party would find other ways to learn them—soul-searching techniques existed even on the Master Teacher Continent, and the God Realm surely had them too.

Knowing that killing intent had already arisen and further words were useless, Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes, activated the Red Dust Step to Heaven, and rapidly retreated.

The Red Dust Step to Heaven allowed him to fly, but compared to a God King's speed, it was far too slow, like an ant.

He had only retreated a dozen meters when the other's sword light appeared before him.

He flicked his wrist.

With all his physical and true qi power unleashed, the six spears he had just obtained let out a sobbing sound as they shot forward in a howling charge.

One after another, they formed a special formation.

Each spear contained his profound understanding of the spear dao, as if sealing off the space itself.

"You do have some skill!"

The middle-aged man seemed somewhat surprised that a fellow who hadn't reached God King could have such an understanding of the spear and react so quickly. He snorted coldly, and instead of continuing his attack on Zhang Xuan, he lightly flicked his longsword.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All six spears were cut in half by the opponent's longsword, instantly breaking the formation and the weapon's true interpretation.

The difference in weapon grade and strength resolved the crisis in one move.

"Your strength is not weak, but compared to a God King, you are far too inferior..." The middle-aged man smiled faintly and stepped forward again. By now, he had passed where Zhang Xuan originally stood. His movements were not particularly fast, yet they exuded an oppressive sense of invincibility.

The gap between a God King and a Heavenly God was immense, so vast that even Zhang Xuan, who had cultivated a technique surpassing the Heavenly Dao, found it hard to bridge.

If it weren't so, God Kings wouldn't be so renowned, with countless people flocking to become one.

"It doesn't matter if I'm far inferior. I dare bet that if we continue... you will die, while I won't!" Zhang Xuan smiled faintly.

Even if his strength was inferior to the opponent's, he was only facing a God King. At worst, he could use the Heavenly Dao Scroll in his mind!

That thing was unstoppable under the Heavenly Dao, let alone a God King—even a titled God King might not be able to withstand it!

Killing him was not so easy.

"Confidence is good, but arrogance is not..." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and stepped forward again, his longsword raining down like a storm.

In an instant, the entire sky was filled with sword light, like a rainbow.

This time, Zhang Xuan did not dodge. Instead, he swayed and charged forward.

In midair, he formed a sword with his fingers. The sword light at his fingertips was like a candle flame in the dark night, or like a silkworm spinning silk, emerging abruptly from a void singularity. It seemed infinitely small, yet gave an impression of infinite vastness, impossible to evade.

This feeling was very strange. Even the middle-aged man, strong as a God King, felt as if he were surrounded by silk threads with no way to escape.

Swish!

The漫天 sword light was swallowed by the singularity. Absorbing the power of these sword energies, the sword intent instantly tore through the sky.

"What sword technique is this?"

His pupils contracted.

This sword technique, executed with just his fingers, had such power. If combined with a real sword, wouldn't it be even more formidable?

What kind of sword move was this? He had never heard of it!

Even a God King would find it difficult to unleash such a technique!

Just as he was filled with astonishment and preparing to defend with his longsword, the young man opposite him spoke in a calm voice: "A silkworm spins silk until death, a candle burns to ashes before tears dry."

The third realm of the Tian Ruo You Qing technique—the sword technique of teacher-student affection—had finally been created!

He had conceived it before being ambushed. Now, in a critical moment, he communicated with the emotions within him and, using his fingers, unleashed the sword move.

A teacher for a day is a father for life!

A teacher educating students is as strict as a parent, even more so.

Both teacher and friend, communicating with understanding like a friend, to grasp the student's state and teach according to their aptitude.

A teacher caring for daily life is like a nanny or servant, considering every detail...

Teacher-student affection itself is complex—silent dedication, a silkworm spinning silk until death, a candle burning to ashes before tears dry!

This sword technique communicated the most complex emotions deep within him. As soon as it appeared, it was like a black hole, swallowing the middle-aged man before him.

Even as a God King, he could not resist. In an instant, he was struck in the chest.

A bloody wound appeared, fierce and terrifying.

"You..."

Having been wounded by an upper-level Heavenly God in battle, the middle-aged man lost his previous composure. With a furious roar, he was about to charge forward recklessly to kill him when he felt a chill at his back.

He suddenly shrank his body, concentrating all his power on his back.

Slap!

With an air burst, a tremendous force struck his back. He lunged forward, stumbled, and felt a burning pain on his back.

He quickly turned around and saw a figure identical to the young man before him.

"This is... a clone?"

His pupils contracted.

A clone with strength identical to the original...

Where did this guy get that from?

"Attack!"

Ignoring his shock, Zhang Xuan charged forward again, sword light howling from his fingertips. The clone also narrowed its eyes and rushed in.

Although the clone had not undergone Yue Qingchi's tempering, it had swallowed enough Divine Origin Pills, so its physical body had improved rapidly. Without using the sword technique that surpassed the Heavenly Dao, even Zhang Xuan himself would not be its match.

In other words, even Ao Hua could not contend with it.

With the two working together, sword energy crisscrossed. Even as a God King, the middle-aged man found it difficult.

Normally, a God King fighting an upper-level Heavenly God could crush him with a finger. Now, feeling strained, he was so furious his face turned green, and he was about to explode with frustration.

For the first time, he fought so stiflingly against someone who was not a God King!

"It seems I underestimated you. But if I want to kill you, you still won't escape today!"

His full power surged out, and the space around the middle-aged man seemed to freeze. Zhang Xuan and his clone both felt the strain, barely able to hold on.

Although Zhang Xuan's sword technique was formidable, he lacked a suitable weapon. The clone had a strong physical body but was too low in cultivation. Compared to a God King, they were still far behind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Struck simultaneously, Zhang Xuan and his clone were sent flying backward, injured.

Whoosh!

The clone writhed, and its injuries healed completely. Zhang Xuan's true qi circulated, and the wounds on his body healed instantly, just as he had guessed.

"You..."

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.

Such severe injuries, and both the opponent and his clone could recover in the blink of an eye. What kind of constitution was this?

He looked down at his own chest. The wound the opponent had cut earlier, when he was off guard, was still bleeding profusely... He immediately felt terrible.

With his God King physique, if he channeled divine power, such a large wound would heal completely within half a day. But now, fighting the opponent without daring to divert his attention, the wound was getting worse, and the blood was flowing more.

He had thought that if he wounded the opponent, they would be like him, giving him more opportunities. He never dreamed that the other party would be injured but... recover in less than a breath!

Injured again, healed again...

And their aura became even more violent and powerful...

Were you born from a cockroach?!

Was this necessary?

They got injured without any problem, while he could die from his injuries. Even if the opponent hadn't reached God King level, if the battle dragged on, he might end up at a disadvantage!

"Close combat!"

Just as he was fuming, he heard the young man shout, and together with the clone, they charged at him.

Not fearing injury, close combat and trading blow for blow was the best tactic.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three minutes later, the middle-aged man's face was pale. The opponent and his clone, though disheveled, had no injuries and were full of vitality.

"How can I fight this?"

Frustrated, the middle-aged man was about to go mad.

He had thought killing an upper-level Heavenly God would be easy. He never dreamed that if they continued, he would be the one to die.

"Retreat!"

Knowing he could gain no advantage, he stopped hesitating and turned to fly away.

Although the area was covered by a formation, it was still near the Ghost Soul Imperial City, within the monitoring range of the titled God King. Since he couldn't kill the opponent quickly, he had to retreat.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Seeing him so decisive and turning to flee, Zhang Xuan was startled, his expression dark.

If this guy came to kill him and escaped so easily, he would face more ambushes in the future!

Gritting his teeth, he withdrew the clone, activated the Red Dust Step to Heaven, and chased after him at full speed.

However, his flying speed was too slow, nothing compared to a God King's.

"I may not be able to kill you, but if I want to leave, can you stop me?"

The middle-aged man stopped and turned back with a cold snort: "Next time I find you, it will be your death..."

Before he could finish, he turned and flew straight into the sky. He hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped.

"Ah, what is this..."

Before his voice died away, a huge chicken beak appeared before him and gave a gentle peck.

Whoosh!

The man vanished from the spot, and then a little chick appeared before Zhang Xuan.

"Burp!"

It belched and shook its bald tail.

"Little Yellow Chicken, you... woke up?"

Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up with excitement.

The Little Yellow Chicken, which had fallen into slumber after dying in Yue Qingchi, had now awakened, and its power surged and churned—it had actually reached the God King level!

Zhang Xuan had always thought he would soon reach the God King level, but unexpectedly, the speed of his wish power was too slow, and his soul lagged behind. He still had some time before breaking through. Instead, this chicken had succeeded first!

A God King... chicken!

Just thinking about it was exciting...