Tian Yuan

Chapter 2270 Sweep Away, Are You Convinced?

In Shen Wuyun's memory, there had never been such an example in the Vast Ocean Realm where he lived.

To be able to withstand a blow from an emperor and survive is to be an extremely powerful quasi-emperor, worthy of being recorded in history and praised by future generations.

Throughout the history books of the Vast Ocean Realm, only a very few prodigies were recorded who could contend with the Emperor for more than a hundred moves.

There has never been anyone like Chen Qingyuan before.

The gap between the Divine Bridge Realm and the Emperor's Path Realm is like a vast chasm. Yet Chen Qingyuan forcefully crossed this chasm, displaying terrifying strength far surpassing that of a Great Emperor.

Clang! Thump!

Chen Qingyuan continued his attacks, forcing Shen Wuyun to retreat continuously, powerless to fight back, and only able to rely on the tortoise shell for defense.

The origin of this tortoise shell is quite remarkable.

Tortoise shells were originally materials used to build imperial bodies. In ancient times, a mysterious tortoise attained enlightenment and passed away. The secret ancient tomb was unexpectedly found by Shen Wuyun in this life, and he also obtained the well-preserved imperial tortoise shell.

Therefore, it can be seen that Shen Wuyun can be considered a person with great fortune.

Later, he forged the tortoise shell into his natal imperial weapon. The tortoise shell was further enhanced by the rules of imperial runes, greatly increasing its sturdiness.

"How could such a monster exist in the world!"

Under constant and fierce attacks from Chen Qingyuan, Shen Wuyun gradually began to feel overwhelmed.

The nine tortoise shells combined to form a hemispherical shape, enveloping Shen Wuyun and greatly reducing the pressure on him.

boom!boom!

Chen Qingyuan seemed unwilling to damage the tortoise shell. His power never exceeded a certain limit, and he did not use any of the Emperor's Secret Techniques that he had fully comprehended. He simply wielded the Rakshasa and applied pressure in the simplest way.

Apart from the initial, well-prepared strike, Chen Qingyuan clearly did not unleash the full power of his Reincarnation Dao Body.

He wanted to slowly wear down Shen Wuyun's arrogance, making him accept defeat wholeheartedly and never forget it.

Shen Wuyun, who was hiding inside the tortoise shell, formed a magic seal.

Boom!

At the top of the battlefield, twelve divine mountains appeared, majestic and imposing, engraved with the patterns of the supreme emperor, and shimmering with brilliant divine light.

"town!"

This was Shen Wuyun's strongest innate imperial technique, which drained more than half of his imperial profound energy.

Unable to defeat Chen Qingyuan with ordinary methods, they had no choice but to unleash their trump card.

"If this still can't turn the situation around, then..."

Shen Wuyun dared not think any further. His body tensed, and he clenched his teeth, pinning his hopes on this last trump card.

Now that things have come to this, the only option is to fight with all our might.

Whatever the outcome, we'll leave it to fate.

boom!

Twelve divine mountains, emitting an eerie, ethereal light, descended upon Chen Qingyuan's location. The starry sky below instantly shattered, and the entire battlefield collapsed under their weight.

"As expected, he still had some tricks up his sleeve."

Suddenly, a fierce aura descended from the sky, but Chen Qingyuan remained calm and composed, completely under control.

To this day, only those who stand at the pinnacle of the Emperor's Path can pose a threat to Chen Qingyuan's life. His strength has surpassed the boundaries of order and cannot be judged by common sense.

However, even though Chen Qingyuan's combat power is quite outrageous, it is still far inferior to Zhi Xi and the others. If he were to fight a life-or-death battle against a peak Emperor Realm expert, he could probably withstand three to five moves.

Those who stand at the pinnacle of the imperial path are far superior to ordinary emperors.

"Come!"

Chen Qingyuan wanted to force Shen Wuyun to reveal all his trump cards, so that he would truly understand whose fist is bigger.

With a long roar, Chen Qingyuan used the full power of his Dao body to sweep the Rakshasa he was holding forward.

A simple, unadorned sweeping move, yet it perfectly embodies the ultimate power of the spear technique.

Returning to simplicity, the greatest truths are the simplest.

Swish—Boom—

As Chen Qingyuan swept his weapon across the ground, the twelve divine mountains that were crashing down were hindered by a tremendous force, their descent slowed significantly, and they were then frozen in mid-air, trembling violently and spewing out countless strands of ghostly light.

Rumble!

On the battlefield, all paths are extinguished.

The starry sky was distorted and deformed, like firecrackers exploding.

The twelve divine mountains suspended in the air struggled and trembled for several breaths before collapsing one after another, and the imperial runes that were intertwined on them broke off one after another.

The illusory image of the divine mountain created by the secret techniques of the Emperor collapsed.

The residual power of the Rakshasa's order struck the tortoise shell, causing it to tremble again. A crack appeared at the joint where the nine shells were joined together, and the shell almost fell apart.

Fortunately, Shen Wuyun withstood the pressure once again, preventing the tortoise shell from collapsing.

"This...how is this possible!"

Witnessing his strongest trump card being destroyed by Chen Qingyuan in one move, Shen Wuyun's Dao heart trembled slightly, his face turned pale, and his heart was ashen.

How can this be good?

Shen Wuyun had exhausted all his strength and was no longer able to hold on.

To unleash this trump card of the Zhenyin Divine Mountain, more than half of his strength was used up. In addition, he had been supporting the operation of the tortoise shell during this time, and his body had reached its limit, as if it had been hollowed out.

"Chen Qingyuan, you forced me to this! I'll take you down with me!"

In just a moment of distraction, Shen Wuyun's expression turned extremely cold, his dark eyes flashed with an incomparably sharp light, and a dark sea filled with an aura of deathly stillness rippled beneath him.

When you're backed into a corner, you have no choice but to fight for your life!

Shen Wuyun is not an ancient emperor tainted by the rules of time, but is in his prime.

His blood and qi surged, and he could sacrifice his own essence and life force to unleash an even more terrifying power. This method was irreversible and would not be used unless absolutely necessary.

However, there is no other way at the moment, so we can only gamble with our lives!

He was a Dao-proving Emperor of the Vast Ocean Realm; even in death, he would fight with the dignity befitting him. If he could, he would drag Chen Qingyuan down to hell with him; at the very least, he would tear a piece of his flesh off.

In short, if the other party makes my life difficult, then I will definitely not let them have any peace either.

Just as Shen Wuyun was preparing to sacrifice his life force to reverse the tide, Chen Qingyuan suddenly stopped and ceased his attack.

Seeing this, Shen Wuyun naturally stopped what he was doing.

From the very beginning, Chen Qingyuan had no intention of escalating the conflict with Shen Wuyun to an uncontrollable level. A first meeting should involve some friendly sparring to get to know each other; it shouldn't come to a life-or-death struggle.

Even someone as powerful as Mu Cangyan wouldn't confront an emperor head-on when he's at his peak. Instead, he'd wait until his energy and blood were depleted before making a move, which would be safer and avoid getting into trouble.

If Shen Wuyun is really pushed to the limit, even if Chen Qingyuan can handle it, it will be quite troublesome and there is a risk of injury.

The two sides are not mortal enemies, so there is no need to gamble with their lives.

If the fight continues, Shen Wuyun might die, and Chen Qingyuan will also inevitably be injured. The extent of their injuries is unknown, because no one knows just how powerful Shen Wuyun's desperate methods are.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, are you convinced?"

Chen Qingyuan stood amidst the shattered starry sky, his expression cold and stern. Dressed in a white brocade robe, he held the Rakshasa in one hand, his domineering aura surging like a monstrous wave, engulfing the entire battlefield.