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Chapter 1473 - 796: The Domain Unfolds—Who Will Prevail?

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Chapter 1473: Chapter 796: The Domain Unfolds—Who Will Prevail?

The world suddenly froze again, within the tide’s roar, Sword Qi was born, and once it manifested, all sounds vanished.

The wind didn’t move, the clouds flowed still, and the swirling dust in the sky remained motionless, even the gray-white dragon-snake shadows like Demon Gods were suspended mid-air.

Dragon Pond Island, with over a thousand Martial Arts experts, felt an indescribable magnetic field spreading, as if the island was locked within it, causing their five senses to distort.

The frozen world reflected in the eyes, yet everyone affected lost control of themselves!

Talents as outstanding as Chen Zhiming, with dense Gang Qi like Han Ting.

Even Buddhist Sect Grandmasters like Huijue seemed to be immobilized, unable to move.

They could only watch helplessly as that unparalleled sword light swept towards the gray-white silhouette, seemingly slow, yet exceeding the speed of sound many times.

Where the sword light passed, all was sealed, the sound of sword waves reverberated like an ape’s howl, the rippling shook the void, obliterating light and dust, as if a Spirit Sword cleansing the world, sweeping everything away!

This sword unleashed with powerful Gang Qi to cleanse the world.

Essentially, it was the Martial Arts Momentum of Gao Qun, already having a taste of the embryonic form of a superior domain!

All the Grandmasters witnessing this were in an uproar:

"Such terrifying Sword Gang, no wonder Gao Qun dares challenge Chen Zhiming, he has confidence..."

"Xiaomeng is fierce, but Gao Qun isn’t to be underestimated, this is truly a clash of dragons and tigers!"

Thankfully, Cui Yunyu enveloped the entire Dragon Pond Island with his domain, otherwise the island would have been shattered into rubble like a city after an earthquake, penetrating it would be very likely!

"Ape Sword—Dangling Branches Stealing Life!"

Boom!

Gao Qun thrust forward, ignoring the distance completely.

The Shadowless Sword transformed into the Endless Sword, sweeping across in an instant like a thousand feet, a dazzling streak gazing contemptuously at the heavens, the gathered massive Gang flow couldn’t help but disperse, spinning large swaths of dust and stone into powder.

Further at the coast, the calm water rippled, revealing numerous water vortexes as if the sea floor had been drained.

Gao Qun unleashed his power, leaving countless people gaping, their throats trembling.

Chen Zhiming swallowed repeatedly, tightly pursing his lips, bitterly shaking his head:

"A two-hundred-year exaggerated accumulation, a Grandmaster of True Gang, truly not just a name..."

Such a fearsome entity, even at his peak as a Grandmaster, he’s no match...

At this moment, even Chen Xiaoyun, who had previously heard Gao Qun’s ’challenge’ but disdainfully remained silent, opened his eyes wide, observing earnestly.

His grandeur was even not less than the spectacle of a superior just now...

...

"Not bad."

Just at this time, a voice suddenly rang out in this near stagnant world:

"The Martial Arts True Gang of the predecessors, ought to be the first in the world."

This voice seemed calm, yet in this sealed world, appeared extremely unreasonable, particularly as it originated from someone facing all this, astonishing everyone.

Gao Qun’s eyes were wide open.

How can you still speak?

Moreover, he can even move...

What kind of Martial Arts Momentum could suppress Meng Chuan?

Perhaps it never existed in this world...

Meng Chuan stood in the void, his imposing Qi Blood flowing freely in Zhuji, like a great sun hanging high.

With his movement, the rules of the locked world were completely broken.

Within the range of Dragon Pond Island, everything tangible and intangible seemed to rise up, returning to a state of movement.

Not only that, after breaking the stillness, the vast Dragon Pond Island even began to tremble...

Meng Chuan, freed from constraints, seemed to enter some strange state.

Others looking at him, felt cold all over.

Because the other beings were too weak, countless watching figures on platforms were as small and fragile as ants.

His instinct led him to be indifferent in response.

Even the old man playing with the sword in the distance.

Was just a slightly larger ant...

Opening all three states, Meng Chuan considered he had given Gao Qun enough respect.

Then—

Boom!!!

As Meng Chuan acted, the shadow of Brahma behind moved in unison.

He slowly pushed his arm down like a mountain crushing, dark golden lines flowed from the Buddha’s palm, as if divine patterns engraved in the void, an eternal existence, leaving ancient and indestructible void imprints.

Striking out horizontally, not even halfway, around Meng Chuan emerged large cracks, the sky like a crushed mirror, revealing various-sized black fissures.

Rumble!

The sound piercingly sharp, when his fist struck, an instantly dazzling clash of gold and iron roared, the surging sword intent opposed the formidable physique, and in the next moment, the sealed space refined by endless sword intent, shattered completely!

"Such a punch..."

Gao Qun’s heart throbbed violently, instantly reacting beyond ordinary.

"Leaping Gully, Startling Rainbow!"

He pinched his fingers to form a sword, his voice loud, the subsequent sword sound ringing, like dragon scales scraping fiercely against the sky.

He managed to elevate the sword body and narrowly avoid the incoming fist edge, like a continuous rainbow ascending the heavens.

Meng Chuan stood tall, watching the sword light trying to escape.

Kneeling slightly, his figure suddenly shifted.

Raised his arm, clenched his fist.

"Predecessor, what are you dodging?"

The void, like the distant sea surface, rippled intensely.

Amidst the alternated light and shadows, a figure suddenly emerged from the clouds, his right hand was clutching the brilliant sword light!

The extremely sharp sword light could tear through everything, yet in Meng Chuan’s palm, it was like a mischievous monkey in the Buddha’s hand, despite its strong struggle leaving scratches, it resulted only in barely visible white marks.

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