Chapter 339: Slaughter Underwater
Black dragon force, like cloud-like mist, surged from the two tenth-rank True Martial Treasure-level fist gloves, forming two ferocious black dragon phantoms. Even just the claws of those two black dragons were seven or eight meters long.
Having reached the Heavenly Extreme Realm, Di Yi's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. Only now was he truly unleashing the power of the Black Dragon Ghost Claws.
Di Yi's arms seemed to transform into two black dragons, soaring up from left and right, crashing toward that sword wave.
"Boom!"
The two dragon shadows blocked the sword wave, continuously grinding away the sword qi within it until finally, the sword wave was completely neutralized.
The residual force struck the underwater hill, producing a loud crash, leaving two massive claw marks on its surface.
If the golden dragon's sacred soul were still present, Di Yi's attack would surely have enraged it, bringing utter destruction upon him.
Unfortunately, the golden dragon's sacred soul had already dissipated, and its power had vanished along with it.
"Four Meridians Unleashed Together."
True qi surged rapidly within Zhang Ruochen's Qi Sea, flowing into his right arm and rushing toward the index, middle, ring, and little fingers of his right hand. All four fingers simultaneously fired a sword wave, sending tens of thousands of sword qi streaks flying out with a *shua shua* sound, hurtling toward Di Yi.
Four meridians unleashed together—each one was a spirit-level top-grade martial technique, like executing four ultimate moves at once.
Di Yi thrust both hands forward, crossing his fists to form a six-meter-tall dragon-patterned light shield. It collided with the four sword waves, producing a deafening roar.
The combined force of four impacts converged, blasting Di Yi backward.
The black robe on Di Yi's body billowed in the water as he landed back on the lakebed. Both his arms were completely sealed in ice.
"Crack!"
With a surge of true qi, the ice shattered instantly.
A faint stinging pain came from the palm of his right hand, where a small sword wound had appeared, oozing blood.
However, Di Yi wore his fist gloves, so no one knew that he had already been injured in that exchange.
"How is this possible? How did Zhang Ruochen suddenly become so powerful? Could it be that Zhang Ruochen has reached the Supreme Extreme Realm of the Earth Extreme Realm? Impossible, impossible. The Supreme Extreme Realm isn't that easy to achieve."
Di Yi's eyes, blazing like demonic fire, stared intently at Zhang Ruochen, using his Heavenly Demon Eye as if trying to see through him.
Back when he was at the Great Perfection of the Earth Extreme Realm, he had clearly been suppressing Zhang Ruochen. Even if both had broken through to the Heavenly Extreme Realm, his strength should still be greater than Zhang Ruochen's.
How could he have been driven back by Zhang Ruochen in a single move?
From childhood to now, in battles with his peers, this was the first time he had been injured.
It seemed he would have to be cautious. He couldn't afford to lose in a small place like Demon Ridge.
Though Di Yi was domineering and arrogant, he was also extremely shrewd. His gaze toward Zhang Ruochen gradually turned serious, regarding him as a worthy opponent to temper himself.
If he could defeat Zhang Ruochen, it would further solidify his undefeated martial heart.
If he could subdue Zhang Ruochen or refine him into his shadow, his strength would double.
"Whoosh!"
Huang Yanchen executed the Wind-Riding Flying Dragon Shadow movement technique, a massive true qi dragon shadow enveloping her as she shot down the hill at lightning speed to rescue the captives.
Just as the dozen or so Black Market martial artists were about to swing their blades again...
"Shua!"
A flash of sword light appeared, a bright sword line streaking horizontally, cutting two Black Market martial artists in half at the waist, killing them instantly.
Only a patch of crimson remained in the water.
Huang Yanchen's martial cultivation had now reached the mid-stage Heavenly Extreme Realm, and as a Four Extremes Genius, dealing with Earth Extreme Great Perfection martial artists was as easy as slicing vegetables.
In the span of a single breath, all those dozen Black Market martial artists lay dead beneath her sword, leaving only mutilated corpses and blood.
"If you want to save them, you'll have to get through me first."
Yan Siming raised a seventh-rank True Martial Treasure-level Nine-Ring War Blade, took a step forward, and swung it with both hands toward Huang Yanchen.
"Cloud-Splitting Blade."
Yan Siming's towering frame and ferocious blade technique, brimming with overwhelming power, made him look like a giant cleaving a mountain with an axe—an awe-inspiring sight.
Compared to Yan Siming, Huang Yanchen appeared incredibly petite, not even reaching his shoulder. It seemed a single slap from him could crush her.
Facing Yan Siming's fierce strike, Huang Yanchen merely shifted her body slightly to the side, easily dodging it.
Yan Siming's blade struck empty air, leaving a deep gash on the lakebed, forming a meter-wide trench.
"She dodged my full-power strike..."
Yan Siming's expression froze, a hint of surprise slowing him by half a beat.
In that half-beat, Huang Yanchen thrust her sword toward Yan Siming's brow.
In Yan Siming's pupils, a dark blue sword light appeared, growing brighter until it completely filled his vision.
"Pfft!"
The sword tip pierced Yan Siming's brow, leaving a trail of blood.
Then, Huang Yanchen quickly withdrew her sword and moved on to kill other Black Market martial artists.
Yan Siming stood frozen in place, his body rigid, blood seeping from the wound on his brow, mingling with the river water.
A wave of water surged past, and Yan Siming's corpse floated up before slowly sinking to the lakebed. His eyes remained wide open, staring blankly—dying with lingering resentment.