Supreme Emptiness
Chapter 637: Decisive Battle of Dharma Forms

But Jiang Fan was not surprised in the slightest.

"Five Magnetic Divine Light!"

He had already completed the seal technique, striking the Five Magnetic Yuan Mountain beneath his feet.

In an instant!

A burst of five-colored divine light erupted!

Mu Ziyu, seeing this familiar scene, couldn’t help but scream, "Be careful!"

She had suffered a great loss in this eerie divine light.

Bai Chu, however, reacted far faster than she imagined.

After blasting the Five Magnetic Yuan Mountain away with one strike,

he decisively retreated.

Barely brushing past the Five Magnetic Divine Light on half of his body.

He immediately felt an instant when the power within him was confined.

His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, "What formidable divine light!"

Exclaiming in admiration, his battle spirit soared even higher, "Now this is interesting!"

"Demonic God Infinite!"

He pressed his palms together.

A black and a white light fused into a spiraling bone of black and white fusion.

The spiraling bone shot out instantly, heading straight for Jiang Fan’s face.

Jiang Fan struck out and missed, the Purple Sword on his back having already left its sheath.

Spiraling around him.

"Slash!"

With a move of his mind, the Purple Sword slashed directly.

Whoosh—

The spiraling bone was split in two, passing by the Purple Sword, and then fused together again, continuing to slash towards Jiang Fan.

This sudden scene made Ling Shu and Liu Li’s hearts skip a beat!

However.

Upon entering the Five Magnetic Divine Light Domain, the spiraling bone seemed to encounter an irresistible power.

It shattered on the spot!

Boom—

The Five Magnetic Yuan Mountain descended.

Jiang Fan retracted the Five Magnetic Divine Light and seized the opportunity to maneuver the Purple Sword to strike Bai Chu fiercely.

Bai Chu laughed heartily, bringing his palms together before his chest, condensing a barrier of intersecting black and white light.

Attempting to block one strike of the Purple Sword.

"Soul-shocking Stab!"

Jiang Fan shouted in a low voice.

A soul nail pierced instantly, shooting into Bai Chu’s head.

Ah!

Bai Chu let out a painful groan.

The barrier before him flickered unpredictably.

But Bai Chu’s will was extraordinary, managing to endure the brief pain.

He quickly stabilized the black and white mysterious light.

The Purple Sword cut into it, as if piercing into a quagmire, slowing dramatically!

Bai Chu roared, shaking the white light and the Purple Sword into a reverse recoil!

His gaze towards Jiang Fan was utterly ablaze with battle spirit, "Good! Good!"

"Almost had me cut under your sword!"

"Exhilarating! Too exhilarating!"

"Hahaha!"

"In that case, I won’t hold back anymore!"

He laughed.

From within him surged countless black and white lights, condensing into a ten-zhang imposing dharma form behind him!

The previously almost instant-killing mysterious dharma form reappeared!

This time, even the Demon Emperor grew tense.

Closely watching Jiang Fan.

If he couldn’t withstand it, he would surely intervene to rescue Jiang Fan.

Ling Shu’s heart trembled even more, having personally experienced this strike, she knew the horror of this dharma form.

This was absolutely something Jiang Fan couldn’t withstand head-on.

"Brother Jiang Fan, be careful!" she called out in worry.

In fact, what she wanted to yell was, if necessary, concede.

But they had fought to this extent.

How could conceding be possible?

Jiang Fan swiftly formed seals with his hands.

From within him surged streams of golden aura.

They traced out a mysterious trajectory behind Jiang Fan, interweaving into a grand golden apparition!

Its features were indistinct, clad in armor.

Emanating a world-illuminating golden light.

As if a god descended to earth!

This magnificent scene instantly drew the attention of everyone present.

"Does he… also have a dharma form?"

"Isn’t this something only certain noble bloodlines of our Demon Race possess?"

"But Jiang Fan is from the Human Clan, right?"

Ling Shu and Liu Li were both stunned.

Jiang Fan actually also had a similar dharma form?

Yu Qingxuan was also shocked, "What… what is this?"

Mu Ziyu showed a look of fear, "This is the thing that injured me!"

The Demon Emperor’s pupils shrank, seemingly recognizing it, and said in shock, "This is…"

He vaguely thought of something, his gaze towards Jiang Fan filled with intense heat.

Bai Chu was equally astonished, "You also have a dharma form?"

"Aren’t you from the Human Clan?"

Instantly, his battle spirit was completely ignited!

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Jiang Fan! You’ve given me so many surprises!"

"Let’s settle it with our dharma forms!"

He shouted, suddenly pushing forward with his palms!

Jiang Fan was not to be outdone, gritting his teeth, and punched with all his might!

Rumble—

One black and white, one golden.

Two towering ten-zhang dharma forms, punched simultaneously, resulting in a massive collision!

Rumble—

As if all the thunder roared at once.

Four fists collided, producing unimaginable explosive sounds.

Golden aura and black and white divine light, accompanied by the terrifying shockwave generated by the collision, swept in all directions!

In an instant.

Tables and chairs were blown away.

Those below the Eighth Layer of Core Formation in the Demon Race were all swept and slammed into the surrounding walls.

Even at the Eighth Layer of Core Formation, they retreated continuously in the terrifying shockwave.

Those occasionally hit by the golden aura or black and white divine light spat blood on the spot.

The Demon Emperor Palace shook with a thunderous sound.

The walls cracked, debris flying, and the precious decorations on the walls were chaotically scattered by the shockwave.

If not for the Demon Emperor’s timely intervention.

With overwhelming Nascent Soul power, protecting several stone beams.

The Demon Emperor Palace might have collapsed!

Whoosh—

The stalemate between the two dharma forms.

With one dispersing, finally determining the victor.

The dharma form condensed by the black and white divine light shattered into pieces.

Lastly transformed into chaotic light, recoiling away.

Bai Chu was affected.

He spat a mouthful of blood violently, his figure staggering backward repeatedly.

Suffering a heavy blow, he fell to one knee with a thud.

In contrast, the golden dharma form.

Though it had many cracks, it was far from collapsing.

This collision.

Jiang Fan achieved a complete victory!

The entire scene was in shambles.

Utterly silent.

The strongest prodigy of the Beihai Demon Clan, Bai Chu… lost to Jiang Fan of the Human Clan!

This is a terrifying news capable of triggering a major upheaval across the three clans!

Cough, cough—

Bai Chu coughed out blood heavily, forcing himself to stand.

His eyes were covered with a strange blood-red.

His battle spirit not only did not wane, but became even more frenzied.

"Good! Very good!"

"This is exactly the feeling I wanted!"

"Even able to shatter my dharma form!"

"Jiang Fan!"

"You’re making me very happy!"

"Finally, finally someone can make me use my ultimate move!"

The blood-red glow in his eyes seemed to come alive.

Spreading out from his eyes, covering all parts of his body.

In an instant, it looked as if a blood-red armor covered him.

On his head, a pair of blood-red horns manifested.

With his eerie red eyes.

He appeared like a Prison Blood Demon God!

The aura emanating from him reached the Ninth Layer of Core Formation!

"Jiang Fan!!!"

"Take my ultimate strike!!!"

Bai Chu laughed, turning into a blood-red afterimage, thundering towards Jiang Fan.

Without even making a move, there was already an overwhelming fearful power!

Jiang Fan couldn’t help but change his expression dramatically.

What is this?

Innate bloodline?

Demon Clan Technique?

It doesn’t seem like either!

The feeling it gave him was extremely dominant and extremely evil.

At a critical moment.

He once again activated the Divine Lord’s vastness!

The idol behind him unleashed two immensely powerful golden fist winds.

But strangely enough.

The blood stripe that Bai Chu transformed into split the fist wind in one blow.

At this point, Jiang Fan could already see Bai Chu’s nearly crazed menacing face.

A sense of heart-pounding unease spread inside Jiang Fan!

If he didn’t think of a solution, he would die under this strike!

The Demon Emperor moved.

This had already surpassed what the juniors could endure.

It had to be stopped!

However!

Jiang Fan also moved at this time!