OBS Chapter 1952 Profound Origin Dao Foundation (4K)
Chapter 1952 Profound Origin Dao Foundation (4K)
Chapter 1952 Profound Origin Dao Foundation (4K)
Clearly, no one had a high opinion of this "native" from a "lower plane".
Faced with all this, Chen Fei finally slowly raised his eyelids, his deep, star-like eyes calmly looking at Meng Haofeng, who was laughing wildly.
No words.
There was no roar.
Only a chilling, yet extremely concentrated killing intent instantly locked onto Meng Haofeng.
The noisy training ground suddenly fell silent.
The laughter of all the spectators abruptly stopped.
Meng Haofeng's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, and his scarlet demonic eyes suddenly contracted.
A strange sense of unease and restlessness welled up in his heart without warning.
"Humph!"
A hint of annoyance and impatience flashed in Meng Haofeng's crimson demonic eyes as he forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart caused by Chen Fei's sudden burst of icy killing intent.
He was just a lowly native from a lower plane, with mixed aura, and his own power was not even fully adapted to the impact of the laws of the heavens. What kind of foundation could he have?
Meng Haofeng slowly closed his eyes. The raging demonic flames and bloody, violent aura surrounding him did not subside. Instead, they continued to accumulate and brew like a star about to erupt, waiting for the moment when the duel would officially begin.
Around the arena, the spectators from all over the world, in all shapes and sizes, after the initial surprise and silence, began to murmur again.
"Tsk, that native was quite murderous."
"It's just a bluff. Look, Meng Haofeng is completely unmoved."
"I bet on Meng Haofeng to win; looks like I'm going to make a profit."
"Haha, same bet, same bet."
Although Chen Fei's chilling killing intent had made some of the more perceptive among them shudder, Meng Haofeng's five consecutive victories in life-or-death battles were a truly terrifying record and remained their most reliable source of confidence.
Nearly 70% of the spectators still placed their bets on Meng Haofeng, awaiting the expected bloody massacre.
Time passed slowly, and the invisible yet powerful force of rules above the martial arts arena grew stronger and more taut, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released.
at last.
"Buzz!"
The enormous arena of life and death trembled slightly, and the ancient and mysterious battle patterns on the surface suddenly lit up, emitting a cold and murderous glow.
The duel has officially begun!
At the very instant the power of the rules descended, Meng Haofeng's tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and a cruel, tangible light of blood burst forth from his scarlet demonic pupils.
"Die, ant!"
Meng Haofeng let out a roar that seemed to come from the deepest hell. The violent and bloodthirsty aura that had been accumulating around him reached its peak, and like a dam breaking, it suddenly erupted and swept towards Chen Fei opposite him.
At the same time, Meng Haofeng suddenly pushed his palms upward.
"Qiang!"
A massive, pitch-black blade, wreathed in viscous, blood-red magma-like demonic flames, its blade radiating an aura of endless slaughter and imprisonment, appeared out of thin air in his palms.
The Netherworld Blade was used by Meng Haofeng to rampage through the land, and he killed five natal demonic weapons of the same level of Dominator.
"Break it for me!"
Meng Haofeng's arm muscles suddenly tensed, and demonic energy surged forth as he wielded the Netherworld Giant Blade, fiercely slashing down at Chen Fei, who remained standing motionless in the distance.
There are no fancy techniques, only the purest and most domineering burst of power.
"Boom!"
Before the blade even arrived, a terrifying pressure, seemingly capable of freezing time and crushing everything, descended first, instantly causing the void within a radius of several miles around Chen Fei to solidify like amber.
The light was distorted, and even the regular flow of light became incredibly slow.
This strike embodies Meng Haofeng's unwavering killing intent honed through five life-or-death battles, and his absolute confidence in his own strength.
Around the arena, many spectators focused their attention on Chen Fei.
They wanted to see how panicked this native from a lower plane would look in the face of Meng Haofeng's earth-shattering, void-binding strike.
However, what they saw was a face that remained calm throughout.
Chen Fei stood there, as if what was coming towards him was not a deadly demonic blade that shattered the void, but a gentle breeze.
On the life-or-death stage, Chen Fei slowly raised his head, looking at the enormous blade that tore through the void and whose demonic flames surged into the sky, his gaze flickering slightly.
In an instant, in Chen Fei's "vision," the seemingly flawless, indestructible, and murderous giant blade of the Netherworld, which contained Meng Haofeng's lifelong cultivation and killing intent, suddenly became transparent and clear in its internal demonic energy structure, law patterns, and energy flow.
Tiny cracks, stagnation points in the flow of energy, and weak points in the connection of laws.
Like a spider web under the sunlight, it densely covered the entire blade.
Especially in the seemingly thickest and most solid area where the blade meets the spine, there is a hidden flaw that is crucial to the entire power transmission hub of the demonic blade.
It is like the snake's vital spot or the dragon's reverse scale.
This is the weakest and most vulnerable part of the knife.
The next moment, Chen Fei raised his right arm, his five fingers slightly spread, as if he were grasping something.
"Buzz!"
A boundless and majestic aura, seemingly capable of severing all laws and wielding divine authority, erupted from Chen Fei's body.
Everything returns to its source!
"Qiang!"
As this aura was activated, a massive battle blade, its entire body flowing with chaotic colors and radiating an aura of tearing through the void and annihilating all laws, materialized in Chen Fei's palm.
The two ancient Taoist characters "裂虚" (Liè Xū) were faintly visible on the blade, shining brightly.
It was Chen Fei who replicated this supreme divine weapon, the Void-Splitting Blade, using the principle of all laws returning to their origin.
Although it is a replica, its power has reached 95% of the original, which is comparable to a low-grade Dominator Realm divine weapon.
"boom!"
The moment the Void-Splitting Blade appeared, Chen Fei's aura, which had been extremely restrained, suddenly changed. A violent, domineering, and terrifying aura, as if it were ready to fight against heaven and earth, soared into the sky.
In an instant, it shattered Meng Haofeng's overwhelming, bloodthirsty aura.
Meng Haofeng's pupils suddenly contracted. He actually felt a powerful pressure from this native that was no less than his own, and even more refined in quality.
how can that be!
However, before Meng Haofeng could think further, Chen Fei had already gripped the Void-Splitting Blade tightly with one hand, his arm muscles instantly tensing, and slashed at the Netherworld Giant Blade that was already cleaving above his head.
"laugh!"
The blade flashed and disappeared in an instant; there was no earth-shattering collision, only a slight tearing sound, like a sharp blade cutting into rotten wood.
"boom!"
Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion rang out.
Meng Haofeng felt the Netherworld Blade in his hand, which was connected to his mind, suddenly tremble. A strange and domineering power did not come from the blade, but rather burst out directly from the power hub inside the blade.
The raging demonic flames on the Netherworld Blade instantly dimmed and dissipated.
The immense demonic energy condensed within the blade, like a wild horse unleashed, scattered wildly and turned against its owner.
Meng Haofeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His chest tightened suddenly, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
His scarlet demonic eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief, horror, and bewilderment.
what happened?
How could his sword, his power, collapse so easily?
However, before Meng Haofeng could even comprehend it, the violent backlash originating from the collapse of the Netherworld Blade, mixed with the supreme sharpness contained in Chen Fei's Void-Splitting Blade, surged into his body like a bursting dam, flowing down the hilt of the blade.
"Boom boom boom!"
Meng Haofeng could no longer maintain his balance. He felt as if he had been hit hard by an invisible giant hammer, and he staggered backward involuntarily.
Every step taken on the incredibly hard surface of the Death Arena produced a deafening explosion.
His internal energy surged wildly, and his demonic energy was in complete chaos. The extremely uncomfortable feeling of frustration and anger made Meng Haofeng's face extremely gloomy.
He gritted his teeth and desperately circulated his demonic power, trying to suppress the injuries and turmoil within his body.
one move.
With just one move, he was at a complete disadvantage and even suffered internal injuries.
Outside the arena of life and death, the once bustling and noisy spectator area was now deathly silent.
All the cultivators and demonic cultivators who had bet on Meng Haofeng's victory stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and disbelief, as if they had witnessed the most absurd and impossible thing in the world.
"Meng Haofeng was repelled? And injured?"
"Just who are these natives?"
"His eyesight, his strength—this isn't a native; he's clearly a prodigy nurtured by some powerful force!"
"I misjudged him, I completely misjudged him."
"It's over, my Xuanjing..."
Disappointment and incredulous chatter rose and fell.
Chen Fei's earth-shattering strike overturned their understanding of "natives of the lower plane".
At this moment, in the eyes of these people, where was there any trace of Chen Fei as a "native"?
Meng Haofeng, whom they had previously placed high hopes on and believed to be in a sure thing, now looked exactly like a pitiful wretch from a poor, remote area.
The stark contrast impacted the minds of every spectator.
On the stage of life and death.
After forcing Meng Haofeng back with a single strike, Chen Fei's face remained expressionless. He took a step forward, but his figure instantly blurred, as if merging into some invisible spatial and temporal network.
"not good!"
Meng Haofeng, who had just barely managed to suppress the churning blood and qi within his body, felt an immense sense of crisis as he saw Chen Fei take that step, like a cold, venomous snake instantly coiling around his heart.
At this moment, Meng Haofeng didn't care about saving face. His body was engulfed in demonic flames as he used a life-saving escape technique, instantly disappearing from the spot.
They are trying to create some distance and regroup.
However, just as Meng Haofeng's figure solidified hundreds of thousands of miles away, a figure silently stood in front of him, within arm's reach.
Meng Haofeng's expression froze instantly. The fleeing party always has the upper hand. How could someone predict such a thing so accurately?
Unless the opponent is far superior to him in terms of movement techniques and understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.
But how is this possible?
How could a native of a lower plane, a guy who might not even have come into contact with a complete sixteenth-order law, possibly surpass him, a demonic cultivator from the primordial continent, in a field that requires profound knowledge and inheritance?
Meng Haofeng couldn't understand it, nor did he have time to think about it, because Chen Fei had already raised the Void-Splitting Blade in his hand again.
"burst!"
Meng Haofeng let out a hysterical roar, and his blood-red demonic energy erupted instantly, like a sea of blood surging back. Countless shrill and piercing howls of the dead, filled with resentment and unwillingness, echoed from his body and resounded through the sky.
Behind Meng Haofeng, a blurry yet fiercely aura-infused blood-red shadow suddenly coalesced and materialized.
Blood Shadow's face was ferocious, and he held a blood-red giant blade similar to the Netherworld Blade, exuding a brutal killing intent that could destroy everything.
Profound Origin Dao Foundation, Blood Demon True Form!
This is Meng Haofeng's biggest trump card and strongest foundation, enabling him to achieve five consecutive victories, even though Meng Haofeng has not yet truly mastered it.
Even so, with this method, Meng Haofeng could briefly unleash terrifying combat power approaching that of a mid-stage fifteenth-rank cultivator.
"die."
Meng Haofeng and the Blood Demon's true form behind him simultaneously swung their blades, unleashing two blood-red blade auras, one real and one illusory, both containing earth-shattering power, which clashed and slashed toward Chen Fei's head.
They were determined to cut Chen Fei in two, destroying him completely, body and soul!
Faced with this desperate attack that would terrify any early-stage Dominator, Chen Fei's gaze remained unchanged.
Chen Fei's gaze first swept over the Netherworld Blade in Meng Haofeng's hand, then he glanced indifferently at the Blood Demon's true form behind him, whose aura was fierce, and his eyes flickered slightly.
The aura of this blood shadow is, to some extent, similar to the projection of Chen Fei's future true body.
However, Meng Haofeng's Blood Demon True Body did not appear to be complete, and his aura was weak and unstable. It was clear that he had not yet fully cultivated it and was far less stable than his future true body.
As the thought flashed through Chen Fei's mind, a blurry phantom, exuding an eternal and indestructible aura, flashed past him and instantly merged into his body.
Future True Body Projection!
Chen Fei's aura surged once again, and the power of the Void-Splitting Blade in his hand also soared.
"Boom!"
This time, a truly earth-shattering collision erupted.
A violent surge of energy swept outwards, impacting the protective light barrier of the life-or-death arena and creating a deafening roar.
At the center of the collision, Meng Haofeng clearly felt that the attack he and the Blood Demon True Body unleashed together melted and dissipated rapidly upon contact with the opponent's blade, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.
The power on the Netherworld Blade was once again dispersed, and even the immense power attached to the Blood Demon True Body behind him, which was close to the mid-stage of the Dominator Realm, was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.
"puff!"
Unable to suppress his injuries any longer, Meng Haofeng coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his aura plummeted like a cliff.
The once solid and ferocious Blood Demon's true form behind him also began to shake violently, becoming blurry and indistinct, as if it might collapse and dissipate at any moment.
The method of the foundation of the Xuan Yuan Dao?
How could a native from a lower plane possibly cultivate a complete Xuan Yuan Dao Foundation from the Primordial Continent?
Which dimension does he come from?
An extreme sense of absurdity, mixed with a deep-seated fear, overwhelmed Meng Haofeng's mind.
(End of this chapter)