The Prodigies War

Chapter 1642: Underworld God Nine Destructions

Rumble!

Torrential blood-red dao light surged from Underworld Son, making it seem as if he was the master of the realm.

A blood-red lotus seat materialized under his feet. It appeared to be made of overlapping layers of wings which were covered in numerous cryptic underworld runes.

While he stood atop it, Underworld Son resembled an almighty deity who was looking down upon the world!

The old monsters’ eyes flashed in shock. What a powerful dharma art! This was Underworld Son’s very own dharma art, which was also the key to achieving invincibility among the True Saint Stage.

Every True Saint who attained this realm was undoubtedly a peerless individual who transcended their era. They were so terrifyingly strong that it would be easy for them to dominate every expert at the same cultivation stage!

Meanwhile, surprise flashed in Lin Xun's eyes.

Although Underworld Son had not entered the Nine Domains Battlefield, he was still able to become a Supreme Saint and even created his own dharma. His aptitude and talent undoubtedly surpassed even the Azure Blue Eight Supremes.

However, Lin Xun quickly regained his composure.

Almost no one!

Even if there was, it definitely wouldn’t be Underworld Son!

This was something Lin Xun had judged based on Underworld Son’s aura.

"Underworld God Nine Destructions, Star Shatter!"

Underworld Son stepped into the air and transformed into a streak of blood-red light. With an earth-shaking rumble, he thrust his palm.

Palm force condensed into the shape of the Underworld God Lotus Seat as a horrifying vision of thousands of stars shattering and the void being destroyed by a palm appeared.

If Underworld Son’s combat power was said to be top-tier within the Supreme Saint Stage before, his current strength would have reached a new realm of invincibility.

His dharma art followed him as if the dao itself blended perfectly with his body. The energy of heaven and earth also harmonized with his will, making him unimaginably powerful.

"It’s finally getting a bit interesting."

Lin Xun’s black hair and clothes fluttered as he punched.

It was an ordinary punch without any force behind it like the scribbling of a child.

However, as soon as the punch was thrown, everyone felt as if the dao was appearing before their eyes and converging into the fist.

While the dao was a nameless concept, experts often called it the dao.

Lin Xun's punch displayed a sensation of perfection, ease, and the mystical feeling of returning to the origin.

Boom!

The blood-red palm-force and fist-force collided with a loud rumble. Aftershocks spread in the God Demon Arena as the mighty forces clashed like suns vying for supremacy, creating a scene of devastation that resembled the destruction of the world.

Lin Xun’s body shook slightly. He said, "So that’s all your dharma art amounts to."

He withstood it!

A group of old monsters gasped, feeling that the younger generation was much more formidable than they were in the past. The power displayed by these youths was simply inconceivable

"Lin Xun, you are indeed an exceptional individual who has managed to simultaneously cultivate three paths. In fact, you’ve probably already realized your true potential in the True Saint Stage. As such, it’s clear that ordinary experts will be no match for you."

While Underworld Son’s expression appeared indifferent, his gaze grew increasingly intense as he continued, "Unfortunately, you’ve decided to face me. At best, you’re merely a grindstone that will be used to sharpen my dharma art today!"Thê sourc𝗲 of this conte/nt n/o/v/(𝒆l)bi((n))

Rumble!

With these final words, Underworld Son attacked again.

He spread out his limbs and advanced ominously like an evil god. Meanwhile, a cryptic palm seal gradually condensed in the air.

The surrounding power was rapidly drawn into the palm seal, and an image of the Underworld God Lotus Seat was reflected in the air. It shone dazzlingly, illuminating the entire arena with its light!

"Underworld God Second Destruction, Sun Fling!"

A palm thrust with destructive power akin to the Underworld God flinging the sun struck out.

A quasi-Emperor old monster sighed and said, "This is the dharma art. It is the fusion of technique and dao and the unity of spirit and will that allows one to unleash an unprecedented level of power endowed with an invincible aura that declares one is the peak at the end of the dao."

"Open!"

Unafraid, Lin Xun rushed forward with the majesty of a true dragon and swung his fist with the might of a demon god. It was a simple and direct attack.

Fist force and the palm seal clashed intensely before eventually dissipating into nothingness. The destructive aftershocks caused the God Demon Arena to shake violently.

Thud thud thud.

Amidst the scattering light, Lin Xun was forced several steps back as his clothes rustled loudly.

From an outsider’s perspective, he had clearly lost out in the exchange.

Many old monsters felt their hearts tense.

"Third Destruction, Prison Suppression!"

Boundless power pulsed from Underworld Son as torrential blood-red light flared around him. He thrust his palm again. This time, it resembled a prison that enclosed heaven and earth, seeking to refine everything within.

Lin Xun was unfazed. Saint power raged around him like an angry sea as he jabbed his finger at the rapidly descending palm seal.

Bang!

Lin Xun was forced thirty feet backward.

On the other side, Underworld Son’s momentum multiplied as he rushed forward without hesitation, his expression overflowing with chilling murderous intent.

Fourth Destruction, Yin Yang Split.

Fifth Destruction, Five Elements Entropy.

Sixth Destruction, Execution of Ghosts and Gods.

Seventh Destruction...

With each palm strike, the Underworld Lotus Seat would unleash a whole new level of power, cumulating into an almighty force that seemed capable of piercing the nine heavens and sweeping away everything in its path.

This was Underworld Son's dharma art. It channeled the power of the Underworld God Lotus Seat through nine mighty palm seals with each strike containing endless intricacies.

The old monsters watched in fascination. While Lin Xun had previously been able to suppress Underworld Son, the situation was now completely reversed.

Lin Xun was completely on the back foot at the moment. He was being firmly suppressed by Underworld Son’s dharma art and was repeatedly forced back.

Shun Ji, Madam Mu, and others couldn't help but worry.

Moments later, Underworld Son suddenly shouted, "Ninth Destruction, Millennium Demise!"

Rumble!

This time, his palm seal transformed into a lotus seat that covered the sky and oppressively descended with a loud rumble. The power of this strike was more than double that of the previous!

Several old monsters’ expressions changed slightly as they mentally prepared to interfere.

The palm strike was simply terrifying. It was so powerful that even the enormous God Demon Arena began to tremble violently!

To everyone's surprise, however, Lin Xun showed no indication of dodging or evading. There was no trace of panic on his face but instead a hint of disdain.

Although the dharma art might be the door to achieving invincibility, these dharma arts were also divided into different power levels!

At the very least, the previous clashes made Lin Xun understand that Underworld Son's dharma art wasn’t that impressive.

One must know that Lin Xun had withstood Underworld Son’s onslaught so far without the Great Dao Furnace Art!

Meanwhile, Underworld Son's ninth destruction arrived in a flash, pulsing with limitless power and a destructive aura that warped the surrounding space.

Lin Xun stopped holding back and threw another simple-looking punch.

The will and essence of the punch, however, were completely different from before. It was like an omnipresent furnace that could contain infinite daos.

Rumble~

The God Demon Arena was engulfed by chaos, turmoil, and destruction as countless torrents of light unfurled. The aftershocks alone were powerful enough to kill ordinary True Saints.

When the smoke and dust finally settled, the old monsters were stupefied to find Lin Xun, who had previously been in a desperate situation, standing there unharmed. He gave off the sensation of a mighty furnace that spanned eternity, unafraid of any attack.

On the other side...

Underworld Son hurtled through the air as if he had been swept away by a hurricane. He flew more than a hundred feet before he was finally able to stabilize himself.

However, his face was covered in horror as he cried out in disbelief, "This is impossible!"

He had recently created his own dharma art and believed that he had attained invincibility in the Supreme True Saint Realm. In fact, he already regarded himself as the sole sovereign of his cultivation stage.

He had been enjoying the fight immensely until now. It simply felt exhilarating to suppress Lin Xun to the extent that he could hardly raise his head!

In fact, he had already been envisioning the sight of Lin Xun kneeling on the ground while he was executing the Underworld God Nine Destructions.

However, an unexpected development occurred when he unleashed his most powerful strike and the one he was most proud of!

The surprising turn of events left Underworld Son at a loss.

He wasn’t the only one. The old monsters present had also been preparing to intervene, fearing that Underworld Son would use too much force which would end up injuring or killing Lin Xun.

Who could have imagined such an abrupt reversal would occur instead?!

In the God Demon Arena, Lin Xun's calm voice rang out, "It seems that that’s the best you’ve got...ah well, I will give you a chance to witness what a real dharma art is today."

It was an earth-shaking revelation!

Had he also created his own dharma art?

The old monsters were further dumbstruck.

In the next instant, they watched as Lin Xun spread out his limbs.

Crash~

The sound of a roaring sea spread from him as his aura began to burn as if it were boiling. An unstoppable presence soon emerged.

It was like a furnace that covered the sky and was able to suppress the past, present, and future!

A great terror enveloped the area, causing the old monsters’ hearts to shiver.

What kind of dharma art is this?

Why is it so obscure yet terrifying?

Lin Xun towered in the air as if he was the ruler of the universe looking down upon a tiny world.

Shun Ji wet his lips and remarked, "He sure concealed his strength well!"

Madam Mu leisurely commented, "That only makes him all the more incredible. It isn’t difficult to become a Saint but it is very difficult for a Saint to appear ordinary. He has already achieved complete mastery of the True Saint Stage."

In the God Demon Arena, Underworld Son’s expression turned unprecedentedly grave as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

The transformation of Lin Xun's aura made him feel an incomparable pressure that made him instinctively squeeze out all of his power as if he were in mortal danger.

Huu!

With a deep breath, Underworld Son instantly unleashed nine palm seals. Each palm seal reflected a different aspect of the Underworld God Lotus Seat.

The power of the nine palm seals made heaven and earth tremble as the world was drained of color.

The vast and mighty power in the area was channeled into a single attack by Underworld Son.

"Condense!"

With a roar, the nine palm seals suddenly merged into one, transforming into a dazzling blood-red lotus seat. It looked like it was made from blood-red jade and was covered in intricate underworld runes.

"Go!"

The lotus seat rose into the air and rushed at Lin Xun as if it had found a target to vent its anger.

This was undoubtedly Underworld Son's trump card. It was his strongest attack that contained all of his power, boasting overwhelming might that would shock the world.

Upon seeing this, everyone subconsciously held their breaths.

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