Chapter 95

The First Level of the Great Master's Miraculous Realm? No! At this moment, the Son of Eastern Wasteland did not know what secret method he used to stimulate his body. From the overwhelming killing aura that erupted from his entire body, it was clear that he had completely surpassed the limits of the First Level of the Great Master's Realm and was infinitely close to the Second Level of the Great Master's Realm—the Divine and Strange Realm! In that realm, a zombie could deliver a punch or kick with a force exceeding a hundred tons—utterly terrifying!

There was no longer any need to speak, no need to hold back. It was time to fight! It was time to battle! It was time to kill with abandon!

Amidst the thunderous roar like a sudden clap of thunder, intense vibrations followed. The Son of Eastern Wasteland led the way, dragging millions of wild silver snakes, and suddenly stomped his foot on the ground. Instantly, a huge crater, as if created by a meteor, appeared beneath his feet. He then used the force to leap into the air.

From a high vantage point, he swooped down like a hawk diving for its prey. An unprecedentedly powerful and domineering strike, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth, came down from above, determined to leave Xiao Sheng without a single piece of armor.

"Super-limit 150% strength, Dark Dragon Emperor Sky Devouring Fist, kill! Ahhhhh!"

The cry was deafening, the killing aura shocking. At that moment, the Son of Eastern Wasteland was stronger than ever before, stronger than any time in history, and radiantly brilliant! At no other time in his life had he been as powerful as he was at that moment. Without a doubt, the Son of Eastern Wasteland had reached the pinnacle of his life.

But facing such a formidable opponent, there was not a trace of tension on Xiao Sheng's face. He lightly patted his waist and said calmly, "Transform!"

As the words fell, a golden light flickered. The Phoenix Belt appeared and automatically wrapped around Xiao Sheng's waist. Then, the engraving on the belt buckle projected into the air, forming a giant phoenix illusion that let out a long cry. Before the phoenix's cry had even faded, the phoenix illusion suddenly folded its wings and pounced at the Fourteenth Prince!

The splendid light illuminated all directions, turning the eerie green mist that enveloped the sky and earth into a golden yellow. The Golden Knight Phoenix Tooth appeared proudly. He then turned around, exposing his vital points on his back to the Son of Eastern Wasteland, who was diving down from the air.

Raising his right hand and pointing to the sky, the Golden Knight shouted, "Three, two, one!"

As the shout ended, the Golden Knight suddenly turned with a speed faster than lightning, and kicked out with his right leg, sweeping it through the air.

"Golden Wave Rapid—Chaos Thunder Radiance"!

In the blink of an eye, the Golden Knight's right leg and the Son of Eastern Wasteland's fist, two weapons, clashed fiercely.

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of large bronze bells were struck simultaneously, exploding with a "Clang!" The vast energy generated was released at a speed faster than lightning, producing a terrifying impact.

Within a ten-meter radius, all the air in the space was blasted and sucked away, forming a vacuum. The无形 sound waves then spread out like ripples, completely altering the terrain of the battlefield.

In the closest five-meter radius, the ground was melted into scorching lava; the second circle outwards solidified into crystal glass; the third layer, where the soil and bricks were crushed, turned into fine dust; and the outermost fourth layer was covered with a large expanse of crystalline white frost.

Immediately, the lava, crystal glass, dust, and frost were all pulled into the air, floating and suspending in mid-air.

But this incredible spectacle lasted for less than a moment. Then, the second layer of power hidden in "Chaos Thunder Radiance" appeared, tearing apart the energy balance.

The force that kept everything suspended in the air immediately vanished. All the objects that were floating in the air fell rapidly to the ground. Then, the Golden Knight's right leg broke through the defense of the "Dark Dragon Emperor Fist" and kicked directly into the Son of Eastern Wasteland's chest.

With a slight "Bang!" the ribs in the Son of Eastern Wasteland's chest were shattered. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, flying backward like a cannonball.

At the same time, the Golden Knight retracted his leg and stood straight, patting his waist again. The Phoenix Belt automatically disappeared, and the countless components that formed the armor also disintegrated and separated, turning into countless golden particles, which, along with the dissipating green mist, scattered into the void.

On the golden hall, the blurred vision caused by the green mist suddenly became clear. All the spectators, from the Empress down, saw the green mist suddenly dissipate. Then, the Son of Eastern Wasteland flew out and "Bang!" crashed into one of the pillars of the hall, his entire body deeply embedded in the pillar. The entire hall creaked and groaned, and it took a while before it returned to calm.

Looking at the Fourteenth Prince standing in place, he raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, declaring with a confident smile, "The moon is my witness, Chen Sui, you have lost."

Like an injured beast, the Son of Eastern Wasteland panted heavily, his eyes filled with countless blood vessels. He gritted his teeth and, with his last bit of strength, roared, "I... I... I... I am not willing! I have not lost! Zhen, take action!"

"Husband!" A wheelchair emerged from the crowd, and Qian Dou Wuzhen, sitting on it, screamed in grief. She then suddenly pulled off the blanket covering her legs, openly took out a crossbow, aimed it at the Son of Eastern Wasteland's stomach, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!" A sharp sound rang out as the sharp arrow spun through the air, its tip glowing green, heading straight for its target. If this arrow hit the Son of Eastern Wasteland's stomach, he would gain the means to turn the tide.

No, it was not just a means to turn the tide. The Son of Eastern Wasteland knew that after this arrow, his strength would immediately break through the limit, advancing to the Second Level of the Great Master's Divine and Strange Realm, or even the peak Third Level of the Great Master's Subtle and Profound Realm!

Although the price for obtaining such powerful strength was a lifespan of only four more years. However, compared to losing everything and dying immediately at Xiao Sheng's hands, being able to turn the tide and live for four more years was a deal that the Son of Eastern Wasteland would absolutely not regret.

So, at this moment, the Son of Eastern Wasteland laughed.

He laughed so terrifyingly, so excitedly, so bizarrely. The overwhelming demonic aura that had already dissipated suddenly reformed, presenting a very vague image of the Dark Dragon Emperor. And the Son of Eastern Wasteland's crotch seemed to have changed—changes that any normal man, except for eunuchs in the palace, would absolutely have!

Unfortunately... the dream lasted for too short a time. Just as the Son of Eastern Wasteland's excited and fierce laughter appeared, his vision suddenly blurred. Then, Xiao Sheng's back filled his entire field of vision, and the arrow that the Son of Eastern Wasteland had pinned all his hopes on was firmly held in the Fourteenth Prince's hand.

Everything came to a standstill, as if time had stopped. The hall was so quiet that a pin could be heard dropping. Apart from a few experts like the Sword Prince, all the other spectators were speechless, unable to see what had just happened.

They could only stare blankly, mouths agape, at the devastated battlefield. Their minds were almost blank, losing the ability to think.

Xiao Sheng turned around, smiled at the Son of Eastern Wasteland, and casually put the arrow in his pocket. He clasped his hands and bowed to the Empress, saying loudly, "Mother, your son has not failed you. Thank you for the precious pearl and the beautiful lady. I wish you a happy birthday and eternal youth. Thousand years, thousand years, and a thousand thousand years."

The Son of Eastern Wasteland's situation was completely hopeless, and he had no chance of turning the tide. Hearing Xiao Sheng's words, he became even more furious. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and involuntarily spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood. Suddenly, a surge of strength came from somewhere, allowing him to struggle out of the pillar and pounce towards Xiao Sheng, using his last bit of strength to fight to the death with him!

However, it was finally a little too late. Just a little bit! In mid-air, the Son of Eastern Wasteland's strength was completely exhausted. He "Bang!" fell to the ground, his head heavily colliding with the ground about three inches in front of Xiao Sheng's toes. At first glance, it looked as if he was bowing to Xiao Sheng. His throat made a few gurgling sounds, and the Son of Eastern Wasteland died.

How many grand plans and ambitions, how many bold words and aspirations, now seemed like dust, scattered in the wind. The absurd dream of reversing time, making Eastern Wasteland independent, and returning to the era of foreign colonization, to be a noble foreign slave, was even more chaotic than the garbage scattered on the ground. A tragic, pitiful, and laughable end slowly came to a close.

"Husband! No, husband!" The heart-wrenching cry came from Qian Dou Wuzhen. She suddenly raised her head, staring fiercely at Xiao Sheng, and screamed, "Xiao Sheng, give me back my husband's life!" She simultaneously extended her index and middle fingers of both hands and pointed them at her temples. Her eyes emitted a green glow, looking extremely eerie and terrifying.

It was clear that Qian Dou Wuzhen, grieving over her husband's death, was determined to use her most powerful mental spell against Xiao Sheng. But...

"Damn woman, do you still think you can use these damned tricks? Dream on!"

Before the words were even finished, a towering figure "Whoosh!" rushed over, creating a howling wind. In an instant, he was beside the wheelchair, extending a hand like a fan, grabbing Qian Dou Wuzhen's hair, and pulling her out of the wheelchair, then slamming her to the ground!

A strange "Crack!" sound followed. Qian Dou Wuzhen hit the ground hard, breaking her bones and rupturing her organs, dying on the spot.

A faint, invisible shadow, invisible to the naked eye, floated out from Qian Dou Wuzhen's body, carrying panic and confusion, passing through the roof of the hall, and heading towards the endless night sky, to some unknown place.

But at that moment, a powerful force suddenly appeared. This force forcibly changed the direction of the shadow, pulling it back to the ground.

The faint shadow seemed to be extremely frightened, struggling to break free. But it was in vain. All efforts were ultimately futile. After a moment, the shadow, like a swallow returning to its nest, automatically entered the hands of a pair of white, delicate hands in a side hall of the palace. Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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