Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

There it is!

Lu Wenwu’s hand!

"Boom!"

Amidst the shock, the Three Mountains Suppressing Artifact exploded into countless fragments.

Massive stones flew around like a torrential rain, further damaging the Earth that had already lost its form from the ravage.

"Puff!"

With the destruction of the Origin Suppressing Artifact connected to his spirit, Wen Jiulong spewed another mouthful of blood.

The backlash from the depths of his soul left him in a state of chaos.

He watched helplessly as Lu Wenwu flapped his Dragon Wings, descended from the skies with overwhelming Demon Qi, his face still wearing the menacing grin.

The tall and strong body continuously made crackling sounds internally, his aura still at its peak.

He’s fine!

How could he be fine!

His flesh should have been crushed into pulp, his bones should have been powdered, his equipment should have shattered into scrap metal!

How could he be unscathed!

At this moment, Wen Jiulong was already losing his mind.

By some coincidence, Lu Wenwu looked into his eyes and said sincerely, "Your purity is very high. You actually made me feel pain, the first time since I began my cultivation."

Lu Wenwu wasn’t lying.

The terrifying suppressive power from within the Three Mountains Suppressing Artifact had already cracked his bones like shattered porcelain.

Even the hard Blood Qi Dragon Scale couldn’t withstand it.

The feeling of having his soul repeatedly crushed wasn’t pleasant, even for a battle maniac like Lu Wenwu, who felt intense pain.

Wen Jiulong is formidable.

But not formidable enough!

So, the Three Mountains Suppressing Artifact was blasted apart by Lu Wenwu from within, he drilled out from it!

The Three Mountains Suppressing Artifact is powerful, but not powerful enough.

It couldn’t suppress Lu Wenwu to death; the Earth Attribute Cultivator’s suppressive strength was ineffective against him.

The attack power was insufficient compared to his healing speed!

"I don’t believe it!"

Failing to achieve victory with one strike, Wen Jiulong’s spirit was greatly agitated.

He roared furiously, charging forward, swinging his Warhammer faster and faster, linking his feet to the Earth as if summoning mountains to suppress Lu Wenwu.

Lu Wenwu didn’t dodge, grinning as he returned the blows with his Iron Fists, one after another, his Qi Blood rising, easily smashing the mountains.

The deafening sound waves spread, causing the Earth within tens of miles to continuously sink.

The continuous hills and small mountains vanished, the aftermath of their battle further expanded the original pit, turning it almost into a small basin.

Sand and gravel filled the air, raising a scene like a sandstorm in chaos.

The impact of the battle between S-Class powerhouses was enough to permanently change the landscape.

Wen Jiulong fought fiercely, nearly coughing up blood as he battled.

His eyes were blood-red, his rage nearly erupting.

He was unwilling and in disbelief that he, renowned for so long, was surpassed by Lu Wenwu in just two or three years and defeated face-to-face in the most upright manner.

He had unleashed a combat level far exceeding his usual, surpassing his former self.

But Lu Wenwu’s punching was too hard.

The continuous blows were like an iron curtain pressing forward, grinding towards Wen Jiulong with an unstoppable force!

After every clash, Lu Wenwu’s momentum grew, his Battle Intent soaring higher.

In contrast, although Wen Jiulong’s moves remained sharp and fierce, he showed signs of decline.

Lu Wenwu’s punches were like machines.

Precise and powerful.

With one punch, the fist flickering with strange flames bypassed the Warhammer and directly hit Wen Jiulong’s face, sending his tall body, activated by the Bloodline, flying.

By now, Wen Jiulong’s Battle Armor was mostly shattered, his rocky skin fractured, his face covered in blood, with no trace of his spirited pre-battle appearance.

"Your purity is high, and this battle has satisfied me greatly. But now, you start to bore me."

Lu Wenwu walked towards him slowly, saying calmly.

"This battle should end."

"You little brat... so arrogant..."

The long-enraged Wen Jiulong suddenly calmed, showing a slightly sinister smile beneath his cheerful expression.

"You think... you’ve surely won?"

Before the words were finished, Wen Jiulong suddenly stuffed some Elixirs into his mouth.

His fading, wilted aura surged violently, the earthy-yellow aura erupting like oil on a stove, expanding in all directions.

An aura akin to the sky collapsing spread, making Wen Jiulong, who should have been exhausted, even stronger than before the battle began.

The earthy-yellow Fighting Spirit almost materialized around the Warhammer he held high, and the rocks covering his body began to break apart, becoming part of the Fighting Spirit Flame!

"Can you withstand... the strongest hammer of my life!"

A thunderous shout rang out, Wen Jiulong spewing blood, but the power of the swung Warhammer soared crazily, with substantial flames forming around his body.

At that moment, Lu Wenwu seemed to see the mythical Sumeru Mountain collapsing towards him.

The power unleashed in that hammer was terrifying to the extreme.

This was Wen Jiulong igniting his Fighting Spirit Crystal Core and entire Fighting Spirit, releasing his final strike with his life, vowing to kill Lu Wenwu here.

He followed the path of mountains as an Earth Attribute Cultivator.

And the ultimate form of a mountain is... collapse!

The power released from the collapsing mountain forged with a lifetime of strength exceeded the limits that Wen Jiulong himself could possess.

This was his ultimate strike and a life-exchange move.

Before the attack landed, the Earth was already shattering under the overwhelming power.

Faced with a hammer seemingly shattering the Earth, Lu Wenwu merely chuckled, reining in his aura, appearing as a common man without any cultivation.

"Master Wu is kind-hearted, pulling some strings to let you take the Yellow Springs Road early and reunite with your foolish disciple in Fengdu Ghost City."

"Watch out in your next life."

A punch aimed skyward, seemingly without any power.

But Wen Jiulong, originally certain of victory, suddenly turned pale.

All he saw was a Demon Saber exuding overwhelming Killing Intent lightly slicing towards him.

Before he could react, the Demon Saber had already passed, extinguishing his final consciousness, plunging him into eternal void and peace.

The collapsing Sumeru Mountain also seemed to lose spirituality, turning into an ordinary landslide, losing its power.

Military Killing Fist, Peak Realm!

This battlefield fist technique, originally common among soldiers, had been transformed in Lu Wenwu’s hands, no less powerful than a Foundation Level Skill.

Now reaching the Peak Realm, its power was on par with the evolved Overlord Fist.

It integrated the original Endless Sea of Blood into a single punch, bursting out like a saber strike, breaking through point-first.

Wen Jiulong’s last life-consuming move was effortlessly neutralized by Lu Wenwu.

Though it’s a pity for that Pseudo-Mythical Level Warhammer.

It seemed akin to a Lifebound Divine Soldier, or perhaps Wen Jiulong overloaded both himself and the hammer for that last move.

Once the clash ended, it became a twisted metal wreck.

If it were a Cultivation Civilization, it might have some value for recycling.

But for today’s "well-off" Blue Star, it’s merely unrecyclable waste.

[You’ve gained 100 free attribute points]

Lu Wenwu paid no attention to this.

He reached out, casually pulling in Wen Jiulong’s fallen body.

With a twist of the fingers like a knife, he slashed across his neck.

The head, filled with shock and unwillingness, was perfectly severed by Lu Wenwu, drained of its filthy blood.

"Oh... look at my memory, I forgot your disciple died on the Divine Protection Continent, and you’ve already scattered your soul, how could you have another life to meet in Fengdu City?"

Lu Wenwu held Wen Jiulong’s head with both hands, apologizing with a smile:

"My bad, my bad."