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Chapter 1967: Sudden Change in Style.

Chapter 1967: Chapter 1967: Sudden Change in Style.

As a surge of tremendous force came, the already blurred shadow of the Time Bell instantly began to ripple chaotically.

The divine might contained within the humanoid shadow actually shook the bell manifested by the Eternal Temporal Body!

Dong! Dong! Dong...

At this moment, the bell’s sound was no longer melodious but became exceedingly chaotic and rhythmless.

The successive bell tolls were like the beating of a frightened and restless heart, striking a chord.

If Wang Mang’s consciousness were still normal at this point, he would have been utterly shocked.

His much-trusted Eternal Temporal Body had actually been battered to such a state!

Under the strikes of the humanoid shadow, the clock’s illusion constantly swayed, and although it appeared close to shattering, it was just barely holding on.

Finally, Wang Mang’s consciousness returned!

In an instant, his face revealed shock, and he looked at the Abyss Nine Nether with utter disbelief.

Although he had recovered unharmed, the shadow of the clock that had surrounded him had now vanished!

The Eternal Temporal Body had actually been forcibly rendered ineffective!!!

A chill ran through his heart, and his eyes were covered with astonishment.

Without giving him a chance to think further, the humanoid shadow attacked again.

Surrounded by immeasurable divine radiance, it swung a heaven-shattering punch towards Wang Mang.

In an instant, a grand sense of crisis engulfed Wang Mang’s mind.

Having had his lifeline countermeasures breached, Wang Mang dared not be careless and hastily mobilized all his Dao runes for defense.

At the same time, he also took out the Heavenly Sword.

The image of his earlier defeat was still vivid in his mind.

The humanoid shadow’s attack seemed akin to a Karma-based strike, ignoring all defensive measures, and once released, it was bound to hit!

Sure enough, in an instant, the hand of the humanoid shadow appeared in front of Wang Mang’s chest.

This time, having prepared himself, Wang Mang naturally wouldn’t be caught with his arms tied.

Godfiend Form! Unrivaled Overlord!

As he silently recited the names of the two divine powers in his heart, the aura of ancient times instantly wafted out from his body.

But this still wasn’t enough!

Despite the reduced sense of crisis in his heart, it had not disappeared!

At this moment, Wang Mang risked it all, pushing his Destiny Dao runes to the extreme!

The azure divine radiance flickered wildly, instantly reaching an intensity that was blinding to behold!

Finally, the movements of the humanoid shadow were slightly affected!

It paused for a moment!

That was enough!

Wang Mang shouted inwardly.

Leveraging the terrifying enhancement of his physique brought on by the two great divine powers, coupled with the maximal disruption from the Destiny Dao runes, Wang Mang managed to withstand the strike.

After the hit, the humanoid shadow finally dissipated.

However, Wang Mang was not in much better shape.

A large hole was now visible in his chest, where one could faintly see the grisly sight of bloody bones!

But Wang Mang could no longer concern himself with that, his gaze fixed intently on the Abyss Nine Nether.

At this time, a faint smile also appeared on the latter’s face.

"Good lad, to think you’ve grown so much in such a short time."

"Hehehe, it seems that my generation has finally aged."

After saying that, he shook his head slowly and returned to the side of the clan leaders.

At this moment, the Fifth Patriarch, who had been thoroughly scolded, also cast a sidelong glance at him.

Damn it, I want to report someone for rigging the match!

Although dissatisfied, he didn’t dare to speak out much.

After all, the stature of the Abyss Nine Nether among the patriarchs was the highest.

His own performance just now had been even more lackluster than the others.

Yet he was still not content.

Thus, he also spoke out:

"Do the rest of you just intend to watch a junior run wild in our Nine Clans of the Abyss?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the surrounding clan leaders showed varying expressions.

In front of the whole clan’s interest, they too began to take stances.

"Then let this seat see what this little fellow is capable of."

"The strength of such a powerful junior is a rare encounter in ten thousand years, one cannot miss it."

"Speaking of which, I haven’t made a move in a long time."

...

Among them, only the leaders of the Seven, Eighth, and Ninth Branch Clans remained silent.

For a moment, the surrounding gazes also turned towards these few.

Under everyone’s scrutiny, the three clan leaders also had to express their positions.

After exchanging glances for an instant, all three nodded in agreement.

Following their stance, all clan leaders except for the First and Fifth appeared around Wang Mang.

Seeing this scene, the Fifth Clan Leader’s heart leapt with joy.

However, he soon realized that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

At first, the situation seemed normal.

But as half an incense stick of time passed, the atmosphere gradually took on a bizarre turn.

First, the Seventh Clan Leader made a basic attack and then went offline, as it were.

Then came the Ninth Clan Leader, who casually exchanged a couple of moves with Wang Mang before also fading into the background.

These two weren’t too bad, but the Eighth Clan Leader—the abyssal skeleton—was utterly preposterous!

After making eye contact with Wang Mang, he actually attacked the Fourth Clan Leader right next to him!

Muttering something about being under control or some such nonsense.

With the release of Wang Mang’s followers, the situation on the field immediately shifted.

The abyssal skeleton occupied one clan leader, and Gui Chen Heavenly Venerate another.

Then Wang You and King Lu together held off another clan leader.

In the end, only three clan leaders were left facing off against Wang Mang.

The Third Clan Leader, left with no allies, perceived this shift and his lips twitched instinctively.

What’s going on?

Damn it, are you all putting on an act for me?

But having already arrived before Wang Mang, he had no choice but to press on.

Although the First Clan Leader had shown leniency just now, Wang Mang’s display of several supreme Dao runes was enough to cause him a headache.

Not to mention various odd and unpredictable divine powers.

"Huff, junior, let this seat see by what right you dare to scorn the Nine Clans of the Abyss."

After exhaling deeply, the Third Clan Leader slowly spoke.

Wang Mang, upon hearing this, looked towards him indifferently.

Only one, huh?

Surveying the situation on the field, Wang Mang felt the urge to laugh.

Two were slackers and one turned coats.

And now, he was left facing a single clan leader.

Although Wang Mang knew that this lone clan leader was probably no match for him, he still said:

"I have only come to visit an old friend."

He said this to provide a way out for the First Clan Leader.

Had he truly intended to challenge the whole Nine Clans of the Abyss, the First Clan Leader certainly would not have held back.

Not to speak of the numerous Eternal Realm, ninth-level Zenith Heaven realm powerhouses watching eagerly from the sidelines.

Hearing Wang Mang’s words, the Third Clan Leader did not respond, but the rising aura around him clearly communicated his stance.

Wang Mang smoothed his slightly disheveled long hair, and the mark on his forehead became even more conspicuous.

From the hole in his chest, a fountain of blood flowed continuously.

However, Wang Mang seemed completely unconcerned.

At his chest, he was protected by the Dao runes of Time.

He needn’t worry about the injury worsening for now.

As for reversing time to make the injury disappear, Wang Mang had considered it.

But he was unable to accomplish it.

He had experimented before, and the retrospective effects of the Time Dao runes couldn’t apply to himself.

However, a brief pause in time was still within his capabilities.

"Come then."