The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1227

Chapter 1227: Chapter 1224: Battle Again Chapter 1227: Chapter 1224: Battle Again At this moment, Shen Luo's body had grown significantly taller, nearing ten feet, with the left half completely invaded by Demonic Qi and covered with a thick layer of dark bone armor etched with dark red blood-tinged Demonic Patterns, while the right half was the exact opposite, sheathed in golden scale armor.

His left cheek bore a fierce expression, and on his forehead, there was a pitch black demon horn, about an inch long. The right side of his face was equally ferocious, resembling an enraged Vajra, with a golden dragon horn springing from the right side of his forehead.

Even stranger were his two eyes, with the left, tainted with Demonic Qi, featuring a pupil brimming with golden light, and the right, infused with Pure Yang Power, harboring a pitch black demon eye.

Shen Luo's fist that slammed into the Snowy White Thunder Light was his left one, covered with bone armor.

There was a booming sound!

The Snowy White Thunder Light exploded vehemently, turning into a snowy white pillar of light dozens of feet thick that shot into the high altitude.

Numerous thick thunder snakes burst from the pillar in all directions, causing a continuous chain of explosive reverberations.

The booming sounds persisted.

Explosions sounded all around, and almost no place within a hundred feet radius was spared.

Even the light shield that enveloped the area resonated with booming echoes, and the rebounding force caused the earth to fall into utter chaos and shaking.

After repelling that sword attack, Shen Luo had already retreated back, shielding Fu Donglai behind him, allowing the residual thunder and lightning to continuously bombard him.

The Six-tusked Elephant King raised a hand, recalling the flying sword, and gripping it in his palm, he looked toward Shen Luo through the smoke.

A hint of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

Just now, he had used only thirty percent of his strength, while his adversary was, at most, just a Great Mahayana Peak Cultivator. Yet, he himself was a bona fide True Immortal Peak Cultivator, a mere step away from the Taiyi Realm.

But Shen Luo had withstood the blow, and it seemed he had not sustained much damage, and likewise, it appeared he had not used his full strength.

“I originally thought you were just creating some smokescreens. I didn't expect you could truly harness the power of the Yin-Yang Dual Qi, and it seems you also possess the genuine Demonic Qi of Chiyou and traces of the Daoist superior skills. I did underestimate you before, but it is because of this that you must die here today,” declared the Six-tusked Elephant King, clutching the milky white longsword in his hand.

What he hadn't mentioned earlier was that the aura emanating from Shen Luo at this moment was not of the Great Mahayana Peak, but had already crossed that threshold, entering the True Immortal Level.

Great Mahayana and True Immortal represent the difference between transforming from mortal to immortal, and the disparity is as vast as that between the cloud and mud.

However, the Six-tusked Elephant King could also tell that Shen Luo's current state was not normal and was likely not sustainable for a long time.

Surprise aside, the Six-tusked Elephant King had no intention of waiting for Shen Luo's state to become unsustainable before he made a move; instead, he planned to use his full strength in a single strike to eradicate him.

In his view, even with Early True Immortal cultivation level, Shen Luo was still no match for him.

With his mind set, his aura suddenly changed. A white light illuminated his body, enveloping his entire being, and even the milky white longsword in his hand was shrouded in the light.

Seeing this, Shen Luo, whose eyes had already undergone a transformation, still flashed a serious look.

“Elder Brother Fu, I apologize for the inconvenience, but I must ask you to bear with me for a moment.” With that said, he pulled Fu Donglai over without another word and stuffed him into the Qiankun Bag at his waist.

Then he turned around, stood firm, and faced the Six-tusked Elephant King, his contrasting pupils steadily gazing at the other party.

Seeing this, anger swelled within the Six-tusked Elephant King.

To think that a mere Early True Immortal of the Human Race dared to meet his gaze while he unleashed his full aura.

“Seeking death.”

The Six-tusked Elephant King let out a low shout as the white light engulfing his body suddenly transformed, rising like flames.

A tremendous oppressive force instantly radiated from him, pressing down on Shen Luo like a tide.

“Bang bang bang”

Under the heavy pressure, the ground in front of the Elephant King continuously cracked, and a web of intersecting fissures spread out, rushing towards Shen Luo.

The moment they reached him, Shen Luo felt an intense weight thrust down from the void.

His body shook violently, the ground beneath him tremored, and dust billowed up as earth and rocks shattered.

Shen Luo didn't want to bend his spine, but the weight was beyond his imagination, causing his shoulders to tremble slightly, and his jaws clenched tightly together, straining not to let his waist bend.

Seeing this, the Six-tusked Elephant King was slightly satisfied, as this display of struggling was what he deemed appropriate for Shen Luo.

He stepped towards Shen Luo and stomped on the ground with a thunderous “boom”.

It was as if a mountain peak had fallen, increasing the gravity crushing Shen Luo once more.

His spine curved even more, his shoulders shook more violently, and his teeth ground together loudly.

The Six-tusked Elephant King laughed and took another step closer to Shen Luo.

“Boom”

A muffled groan came from Shen Luo's mouth as his previously rigid neck also lowered slightly.

“It seems you aren't as strong as I thought,” the Six-tusked Elephant King said, his laughter becoming more unbridled.

Shen Luo was silent, but inside his black and gold arms, a silver and golden light gradually began to shine.

At the same time, the Six-tusked Elephant King had already reached him, lifting a palm and pressing it down towards Shen Luo's head.

At that moment, Shen Luo, seemingly burdened with the weight of several mountains, was completely immobilized, allowing the Elephant King's palm to rest on his forehead.

“Remember, ants are invariably ants, and certain tides are unstoppable. Whether it's the Human Race or the Immortal Clan, you are all disruptors of the chaotic order of the Three Realms. You do not deserve to lead the world but are only fit to tremble beneath the battle fire of my Demon Clan,” the Six-tusked Elephant King spoke from a position of supremacy, criticizing Shen Luo and the Human Race.

For such verbal advantage, Shen Luo usually disdained to argue, but this time, he struggled to raise his head and said:

“You Demon Clan truly have unremittingly vile intentions, so what's wrong with fighting you once more?”

As he spoke, his brow suddenly started to bleed.

The Six-tusked Elephant King only felt a burning sensation in his palm, and then blood-colored flames unexpectedly flared up beneath it. It was the blood from Shen Luo's brow spontaneously igniting.

Immediately after, a streak of blood light burst from his brow, and with a “whoosh,” it pierced right through the Elephant King's palm, grazing his cheek and penetrating the enormous ear, leaving a bloody hole.

The Six-tusked Elephant King was shocked and tried to withdraw his palm, only to see Shen Luo, who had been previously bent over, now standing straight up again.

Wisps of golden mist wafted from the left socket of his eyes while tendrils of Demonic Qi spilled from the right, creating a particularly eerie sight.

In the center of his brow, a deep red vertical line had appeared, with something inside that seemed to be pulsating rhythmically.

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