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Chapter 631 - 0392 Borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions)_3

Chapter 631: 0392 Borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions)_3

"What are your plans now?"

"Naturally, revenge!"

...

Red Feather Alliance.

Fang Ting sat on the throne, his face ashen.

The Fire God Bloodline within him almost ignited in fury.

But for the sake of the Featherd Clan’s image, he had to endure.

He didn’t expect that a single Mortal Clan genius could have such influence, rallying twenty thousand Mortal Clan trialists to join him.

Even Lafu, Louis, and other supreme geniuses have defected to him.

Now, only forty thousand trialists remain within the scroll, half from the Yellow Sky Alliance and only seventeen thousand from his Red Feather Alliance.

Three thousand others are neutral.

The king of the Shadow Kill Clan was equally at a loss in the shadows.

Previously, when Lu Chenzhou single-handedly stormed the Red Feather Alliance, they attempted to use Xia Realm trialists as hostages to threaten Lu Chenzhou.

But who would have thought that once those captured Martial Artists left the Shadow Space, their first action was to place a Life and Death Mark on the Shadow Kill Clan.

They could only annihilate all the Martial Artists, naturally unable to lure Lu Chenzhou into the trap set by the Shadow Kill Clan.

He recalled the cold, calm, yet extremely murderous gaze of Lu Chenzhou before he left, and felt a chill down his spine.

He believed that if given the chance, Lu Chenzhou would surely go to the world of the Shadow Kill Clan and slaughter them all.

Therefore, at any cost, Lu Chenzhou must be killed here to eliminate future threats!

...

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was the 100th day of the trial.

Outside the scroll, the Water Spirit clasped her hands, and the scroll began to slowly close.

In the void, a giant chessboard-like arena was forming.

Fifty thousand figures landed on either side of the arena.

At the far ends, the figures of Lu Chenzhou and Fang Ting descended from the sky, looking at each other with murderous intent.

"Kill!"

No need for words, the troops of both sides who had long harbored hatred charged forward.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.

Lu Chenzhou moved like an arrow released from a bowstring, twirling his Big Spear casually, slicing through over ten marked Red Feather Alliance people in half.

"Hahaha, die, die!" Louis transformed into a bloodthirsty Berserker, sweeping through a group of Third Realm as if facing no opponent.

Time passed, and the number on the battlefield quickly dwindled.

Many were eliminated after failing, while others were killed on the spot.

In the chaos, Fang Ting led thirty skilled members of the Featherd Clan, using the cover of the Shadow Kill Clan, swiftly approached Lu Chenzhou.

Even if it meant death, he wanted to kill this person!

"Form the formation!" Flames and sword light descended from the sky, forming a cage of fire, trapping Lu Chenzhou within.

Lu Chenzhou riding a Ye Feng, bounced back and forth like black light, crashing into barriers everywhere.

Fang Ting’s triumphant laughter resounded: "Haha, I knew your speed was fast, does my Divine Race not have countermeasures? Under the Fire God Formation, even a Four Realms powerhouse would struggle to break free, let alone you, a mere Third Realm. Dying under this formation, it will be a death worthy of tales among the Three Thousand Worlds’ Mortal Clan. But unfortunately... it’s a legend of death!" Fang Ting raised his hand, and a giant flaming bird with a wingspan of a hundred meters charged towards Lu Chenzhou.

No escape, Lu Chenzhou’s expression remained unmoved, his pitch-black eyes flickering.

"I wish to borrow the Heaven and Earth Power!"

A shocking spear pierced forth, bringing with it the descent of night, enveloping the dome.

In the darkness, a city, bustling with lights and flowers, emerged as a phantom.

Lu Chenzhou, standing above, thrust his spear, the overwhelming Heaven and Earth Power poured into it.

Within him, a boundless and indescribable power filled him, as if he had swallowed an entire... world!

In an instant, he entered a profound, almost immortal-like Unity of Heaven and Man realm.

In his telekinetic perception, the Yin Yang Five Elements Power of heaven and earth, like strands of silk, wove everything together.

He, as if the puppet master, through the World Dao, with an invisible hand, manipulated those real yet elusive to non-Heavenly Phenomenon Masters, powers.

"Wind, thunder, rain, electricity, all phenomena of heavens and earth... to borrow the Heaven and Earth Power to strengthen oneself, only then can one unleash the ultimate destructive force!"

An awe-inspiring aura rose, a Dao Yun power, or rather a Law force, radiated from Lu Chenzhou, extending over tens of thousands of trialists.

Everyone gazed in shock towards the place where the two alliance leaders were battling, the origin of this Dao Yun power.

In a trance, they seemed to witness a city full of human fireworks descending from the sky, suppressing all demons and ghosts!

Above the giant city, Lu Chenzhou, cloaked in a nocturnal cape, looked down like a God at all living beings.

Beneath the giant city, the fiery bird summoned by Fang Ting, capable of holding its own against a Demon King for a moment, shattered after a brief struggle, its cries echoing.

All thirty Third Realm Featherd Clan members’ faces turned red, their organs burst, turning to blood mist, dying without pain.

Even Fang Ting’s face twisted, his breath heavy, almost suffocating, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"A mere Third Realm Mortal Clan? How could he mobilize the Heaven and Earth Power?"

"Moreover, this isn’t ordinary Five Elements Power... this is complete World Power, using everything in the surrounding heaven and earth to suppress the enemy!"

"Even if a Four Realms were present, they would be no better!"

"I lost... the Red Feather Divine Race lost as well."

With a rumble, the magnificent giant city descended, becoming the sole light in the dark wasteland.

Fang Ting was crushed to a bloody smear, staining the battlefield.

The giant city dissipated, and Lu Chenzhou’s pupils reflected the bustling city within, the myriad of lights.

"Borrow the power of the masses, borrow the Heaven and Earth Power... so this is it."

In his mind, the Martial Arts Tree grew wildly, finally breaking through the thousand-zhang limit.

During the Second Barrier, the Martial Arts Tree had grown to nine hundred zhang.

In the Myriad Miles of Mountains and Rivers Scroll, Lu Chenzhou experienced three months of battle honing.

Before the final battle, his Martial Arts Tree had actually reached 999 zhang.

His World Dao level was just one step away from the Dao’s Second Realm [Seeking Dao].

But that one step stalled him for a full... ten days.

(9k words, request for monthly ticket)