Chapter 558 - 342: Thunder God’s Fury

Chapter 558: Chapter 342: Thunder God’s Fury

It was a clash far more violent than any that had come before.

Crimson light and a silver-gold radiance collided like two supernovas.

Li Wen’s figure was once again sent flying like a cannonball.

He slammed heavily into the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena, letting out a muffled THUD.

He dropped to one knee, a startling trickle of crimson blood escaping the corner of his mouth.

The qi and blood in his body roiled, and a tearing pain shot through his meridians.

Barton seemed to have the absolute upper hand, his offensive as relentless as a raging storm.

But the casual air in his eyes had long since vanished, replaced by a deepening gravity.

This young opponent’s resilience far surpassed that of any so-called genius he had ever slain.

His opponent’s speed, reflexes, and especially those bizarre attacks that fused the Time Law and Wish Power...

They had broken through his defensive net with precision several times, leaving faint marks on his blood-fiend armor.

It forced him to divert some of his focus to defending and dodging, preventing him from achieving the absolute, crushing dominance he had expected.

"This ends now," Barton’s cold voice rang out.

The crimson light around him suddenly collapsed inward, condensing madly onto the long blade in his hand.

The dark-red longblade seemed to transform into a terrifying black hole that devoured all light and energy.

Even the sturdy space of the arena groaned as if under an unbearable weight, beginning to twist and collapse inward.

An aura of death, several times more terrifying than before, locked tightly onto the distant Li Wen.

This was his ultimate killing move, one that condensed the origin of his destructive power—[Blood Annihilation: Void Return]!

A fatal sense of crisis washed over him, and Li Wen snapped his head up.

An unyielding fire erupted in his eyes as he tilted his head back and let out a long roar that shook the heavens.

He was about to unleash the strongest attack he currently had at his command.

The Star Lord Level Primordial Spirit Secret Skill—[Thunder God’s Fury]!

With the maximum boost from his 180% berserk state, he unreservedly activated this ultimate Secret Technique, one he had only just begun to grasp.

BOOM—!!!

Deep within his sea of consciousness, the ten-thousand-zhang Primordial Spirit manifestation, a brilliant golden halo floating behind it, suddenly opened its eyes.

In its eyes, the left flowed with the silver radiance of time, while the right burned with the golden flame of Wish Power.

The next moment, this colossal Primordial Spirit, which seemed to touch the heavens and stand upon the earth, took a single step out of the ethereal sea of consciousness and into reality.

"He’s manifesting his Primordial Spirit externally?"

"It’s the Primordial Spirit manifestation! Looks like the winner’s about to be decided!"

Throughout the viewing space, hundreds of millions of spectators fell silent, their eyes glued to the two figures in the arena, afraid to miss a single moment.

Even the prideful geniuses in the preparation area all shot to their feet, awaiting the final outcome.

Above the arena, Li Wen’s ten-thousand-zhang Primordial Spirit manifestation stood tall and imposing.

Mysterious, silver temporal runes flowed across its entire body, while boiling, golden flames of Wish Power coiled around it.

The sacred halo behind it was like a second sun, unleashing a majestic aura that suppressed the heavens and the earth.

Space rippled and shattered violently beneath its feet like water!

Its mere presence seemed enough to utterly rupture the hundred-li-wide arena!

The gaze of the ten-thousand-zhang Primordial Spirit manifestation was like tangible lightning, instantly locking onto Blood Slaughter Barton, who was as minuscule as a speck of dust below.

Its enormous head tilted slightly forward, its massive mouth abruptly opening—

"ROAR—!!!!!"

A roar that seemed to originate from primordial antiquity, from the very creation of the world, erupted with a deafening blast!

This was not a sound! This was a roar of the soul!

It was the fury of time! It was a tidal wave of Wish Power!

A visible, two-toned soundwave of gold and silver, moving faster than thought, carried with it the terrifying might to crush stars.

It surged toward Barton and his crimson blade light, which had been condensed to its absolute limit, threatening to overwhelm everything in its path.

At the same time, Barton, having charged his [Blood Annihilation: Void Return] to its peak, fiercely unleashed his attack.

A beam of destructive blade light, condensed to the extreme, silently tore through space to meet the world-ending Primordial Spirit’s roar.

Under the focused gaze of hundreds of millions of horrified eyes, in a deathly silent instant where time itself seemed to stretch to infinity—

Two forces, each powerful enough to destroy a star, violently collided at the center of the arena!

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—!!!!!!!!!!

A cataclysmic sound beyond all description!

It was as if two galaxies had collided and annihilated each other at their cores!

A blinding light instantly devoured everything in the arena.

Light and heat, hundreds of millions of times more intense than a supernova, erupted madly, instantly filling the entire viewing screen.

An unimaginably violent energy shockwave spread out spherically in all directions, sweeping over everything.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The protective shield, constructed by the Virtual Cosmos system and strong enough to withstand a Tier Two Star Lord...

...was now like a soap bubble in a hurricane, twisting and deforming violently, letting out a grating groan as if on the verge of collapse.

Its surface was covered in a spiderweb of cracks, looking as if it would completely shatter in the next second.

The rampage of light and destructive energy lasted for several breaths before it slowly receded like an ebbing tide.

On the arena stage, the scene was devastating.

Barton still held the posture of a forward slash.

But his dark-red armor, which seemed to be forged from solidified blood, was now covered in fine cracks.

The armor on his right arm, the one gripping the blade, was especially damaged, a large section having shattered to reveal a charred, bone-deep wound on the knotted muscle beneath.

His face was slightly pale, and his aura, once as profound and unmovable as a deep abyss or a towering mountain, was now clearly in disarray.

He had clearly suffered significant injuries in that world-destroying exchange.

And at the other end of the arena, several li from the epicenter of the collision...

Li Wen was on one knee, his body trembling slightly.

Before him, the colossal, ten-thousand-zhang Primordial Spirit manifestation was now, starting from the core where it had collided with the crimson blade light...

...disintegrating inch by inch like a shattered glass statue, turning into pure motes of light and annihilating into the void.

His face was as pale as gold foil, the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth appearing especially stark.

The boiling silver-gold light around him had long since dimmed and dissipated.

He gritted his teeth, trying to force himself to stand through sheer willpower.

But the moment he moved, the action aggravated his nearly depleted energy and severe injuries, causing him to sway violently.

In the end, he lacked the strength to support himself and could only remain on one knee, gasping for breath.

The outcome was decided.

The emotionless declaration of the Virtual Cosmos system echoed in the ears of every spectator:

"Winner: Blood Slaughter Barton!"

For a moment, it was as if time had been paused.

The next second—

"ROAR—!!!!!"

"He won! Lord Barton won!!"

"Blood Slaughter is invincible! Number one is unshakable!!!"

In the spectator area for the Murphy Empire.

A deafening, heaven-shaking roar of ecstatic cheers instantly swept through the entire Virtual Cosmos like a tsunami.

Countless of Barton’s supporters went wild, excitedly hugging, jumping, and stamping their feet.

Crimson flags waved madly as the name "Blood Slaughter" resounded throughout the universe.

They used every ounce of their strength to vent their adoration for the absolute king and the ecstasy of victory.

Meanwhile, in the Lain Empire’s spectator area, the atmosphere was nothing like that of the losing side.

There was no dead silence or dejection that usually followed a defeat.

After a brief silence, applause and cheers filled with immense pride and respect broke out.

"Li Wen! Well done!"

"Defeated, but glorious! You are our pride!"

"He was up against Blood Slaughter Barton, who’s lived for nearly two hundred years! The fact that Lord Li Wen could fight him to this extent is already a miracle!"

"God of Slaughter! Get up! The future is yours!" Countless spectators from Lain, tears in their eyes, excitedly waved the empire’s flags, cheering for their hero.

In their hearts, Li Wen—who had fought Barton to such a standstill, forced him to sustain injuries, and only lost due to exhaustion—was glorious even in defeat.

His name was now worthy of being counted among the legends!

But in the spectator areas belonging to the geniuses and factions who were already jealous or hostile toward Li Wen...

...they could no longer hold back, erupting in long-suppressed sneers and gloating discussions:

"Hmph, still too green in the end! A weak foundation is a weak foundation!"

"In the face of a true monster, so-called miracles are just a joke!"

"I said it long ago, Barton is an invincible myth! A mere God of Slaughter, what waves could he possibly make?"

"Dual cultivation? Time Law? All flashy nonsense. In the face of absolute power, it’s utterly useless!"