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On the other side, due to Wen Tianren's defeat, the three people—especially the middle-aged man with the curly beard—lost focus for a moment, lowering their guard.
Zhou Yuan seized this rare opportunity, consuming her magic power without hesitation. She wielded a long spear magic weapon and struck, piercing one of the twin cultivators.
These two had cultivated a secret joint attack technique. Together, they could withstand the onslaught from the two flying centipedes and Zhou Yuan. During the battle, they even held the upper hand, giving Zhou Yuan a strong sense of pressure.
What caused their lapse was Wen Tianren's long-standing reputation. Since reaching the late stage of Jindan, he had challenged numerous masters and had never tasted defeat.
Though his character left much to be desired, they placed all their hopes in him, expecting him to reverse the tide.
But now, witnessing Wen Tianren falter for the first time, the invincibility they believed in began to crack.
They couldn't accept that Wen Tianren might lose.
"Brother..."
The surviving twin's face twisted in grief, his gaze locked on Zhou Yuan, eyes burning with rage.
The middle-aged man with the curly beard, realizing the danger, shouted anxiously, "Senior Brother Wen! Finish him and wash away this humiliation!"
"Qi Yuan, you deserve to die!" Wen Tianren's furious roar echoed from within the purple clouds.
His magic weapon had been taken, and his fellow disciple had died—his pride was trampled.
What was supposed to be a sure victory had turned into chaos.
He couldn't release the hatred in his heart unless he tore Qi Yuan to pieces.
Wen Tianren's tone turned cold. "Next, I'll let you witness the power of the Chaos Star Sea's top demonic technique—the Six Extremes True Demonic Art."
Qi Yuan had too many magic weapons, and he could no longer gain an advantage that way. It was time to rely on raw power to change the situation.
The Six Extremes True Demonic Art was a fearsome technique that helped Wen Tianren rise to power in the Chaos Star Sea, a method few others could rival.
Hundreds of golden threads retracted into the purple mist.
In an instant, the purple clouds churned violently.
A fierce wind arose, and the spiritual energy for miles around stirred restlessly, rushing into the purple mist like a river into the sea.
The cloud began to swell, its color shifting from purple to gray-white.
Crackling sounds echoed—soft at first, then thunderous—making everyone feel uneasy.
Senior Brother Wen was truly serious.
The middle-aged man with the curly beard was elated. He poured more power into his weapon, pushing back the blood jade spiders and the gold-eating insects.
He had once witnessed the might of the Six Extremes True Demonic Art. With boundless demonic energy, it had slain a late-stage Jindan cultivator in just a few strikes.
That moment remained etched in his memory.
But summoning the Six True Demon Phantoms wasn't so easy.
Qi Yuan's gaze sharpened. A glow pulsed around him as five ancient flying knives, the bronze Tian Ge treasure, the dead nail weapon, and a black ring magic weapon emerged one after another.
Mana surged into each weapon, making them hum and shine brilliantly. The sight was nothing short of spectacular.
His soul power increased, allowing him to control multiple weapons at once.
"Why is your mana so deep?"
Wen Tianren's tone betrayed his disbelief. The gray-white fog churned as his heart trembled.
Activating seven or eight magic weapons simultaneously was no easy task. Even if he managed it, the toll would be heavy. Victory would still be uncertain.
Such a gamble was too risky.
Yet Qi Yuan showed no signs of fatigue. His divine light radiated, his mana full, as if untouched.
With a calm smile, Qi Yuan clasped two high-grade spirit stones in his hands behind his back, quietly replenishing his spiritual power. His voice was cold as he commanded, "Go."
Weak mana? Let's burn through a mountain of high-grade spirit stones first.
The magic weapons struck the gray-white mist all at once, and light exploded from within.
Wen Tianren groaned deeply. Though he withstood the attack, serious internal injuries were evident.
Blocking seven or eight magic weapons didn't mean he was unharmed.
The magic weapons, momentarily repelled, quickly stabilized and lunged forward again.
At that moment, a bronze shield emerged from the fog, instantly expanding to several meters in size.
Ancient array patterns glowed on its surface, radiating a greenish misty light that shielded Wen Tianren.
Qi Yuan's ancient flying knives, bronze sky spear, and other treasures rained down, clashing against the shield with piercing sound.
Such a fierce battle naturally drew many onlookers, including the three scholars in blue robes.
The clash of seven or eight magic weapons bought time.
Qi Yuan vanished in a flash and reappeared near the middle-aged man with the curly beard.
Sensing danger, the man's heart sank, and he activated his secret skill.
The Devil Roar.
Its power could rupture an enemy's meridians invisibly.
His cheeks puffed out, and faint demonic patterns formed on his forehead.
"A secret skill? But did I ever say you'd get the chance to use it?"
Qi Yuan moved like lightning. A green flame blazed on his palm as he shattered the man's weakened defense shield and struck his forehead.
The man had exhausted much of his mana, and his shield was fragile.
The Burning God Green Fire leapt into his body, searing through his flesh and soul.
Green smoke rose from his head.
No life remained.
Killing him swiftly was crucial—before Wen Tianren could react.
Suddenly, a strange roar erupted from the cloud. The gray mist dispersed, revealing Wen Tianren.
Six towering phantoms loomed behind him—horned, scaled, and monstrous in appearance.
Each one exuded malevolence, surrounded by demonic mist, as if demons had descended from the heavens.
Seeing Qi Yuan kill his comrade, Wen Tianren let out a twisted cry. One demon phantom behind him solidified.
It opened its eyes, and the sea turned crimson, transforming into a blood-soaked nightmare. Islands became white bones, a chilling sea of corpses.
Demonic energy consumed the skies, even covering the blazing sun like a shroud of despair.
"Qi Yuan, though these are just phantoms of the Six Saints, they're more than enough to handle a mere mid-stage Jindan cultivator," Wen Tianren said coldly. His refined face twisted with murderous intent.
"Is that so? Then let me try the power of the Six Saints," Qi Yuan replied calmly. He clenched his right fist as colorful light gathered, his eyes fixed on the demon phantoms, a faint excitement gleaming within.
Wen Tianren was enraged. "Fool! You dare challenge the Six Saints? Die!"
One phantom raised its monstrous hand, its blue-gray claws thick and grotesque. But all attention was on its overwhelming pressure.
As the palm descended, the sea of blood churned, amassing terrifying power.
Qi Yuan shot into the sky, meeting the massive hand head-on.
A tiny fist collided with the towering demon palm.
Boom.
The world trembled. Countless wailing ghosts rose from the sea, swarming toward Qi Yuan.
He unleashed his full strength and threw another punch.
Thunder cracked.
The demon phantom stumbled backward, shrinking as it retreated behind Wen Tianren.
The ghosts vanished instantly.
Two punches had driven back the fearsome phantom.
Wen Tianren was shocked.
Qi Yuan was the first to overpower his True Demon Shadow.
Wen Tianren couldn't breathe under the pressure.
No matter the cost, Qi Yuan had to die.
He couldn't allow a Jindan cultivator more powerful than him to exist in the Chaos Star Sea.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yuan, with the help of her spirit insects, finished off the remaining demonic cultivator.
She looked toward her younger brother with both concern and admiration.
His body was powerful, but the impact had still left some strain.
Qi Yuan stretched his right arm, loosening his muscles.
Despite his dominance, facing the phantom directly had been taxing.
Wen Tianren recited an incantation, and the six True Demon Shadows moved in unison. Six against one—he still believed in his victory.
Even an early Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn't easily survive this assault.
That was why the Six Extremes True Demonic Art was hailed as the number one demonic skill in the Chaos Star Sea.
As the shadows moved, the sky changed color. The spiritual energy in a hundred miles thinned rapidly.
Demonic pressure blanketed the field.
The observers trembled with fear.
"Just a few ghostly illusions. You're going all in?" Qi Yuan sneered.
He summoned his magic weapons once again and flooded them with mana.
If these were real demons, it might be a different matter.
But illusions? Into the trash they go.
Seven or eight magic weapons burst forward, targeting one phantom.
The flying centipede, blood jade spider, and gold-eating worm joined in, entangling it.
Qi Yuan ignored the rest. He used a thunder escape technique and appeared behind the phantom.
One punch shook it.
Two punches shattered it.
The four advancing phantoms were blocked by the flying knife and bronze spear.
Three breaths later, another phantom crumbled.
"No!"
Wen Tianren cried out.
Each destroyed phantom cost him part of his spiritual power.
The damage could be recovered later, but for now, it was a significant loss.
Qi Yuan pressed his advantage and destroyed two more phantoms.
The spirit pets only needed to stall. Then Qi Yuan would strike with full force and break the illusions.
Frightened, Wen Tianren collected the last two phantoms into his body.
Now, Qi Yuan hovered in the air, surrounded by blazing magic weapons and ferocious spirit pets.
Wen Tianren watched, despair flooding his heart.
But then a golden light burst from his forehead.
A tiny golden horn emerged, engraved with ancient runes, radiating pure spiritual energy.
"So, you're willing to summon the Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirror?"
Qi Yuan spoke calmly.
This replica of a famed magic treasure once wielded by Tian Jing Sanren had made Wen Tianren famous.
Though not the original, the replica was still formidable.
And if Wen Tianren could replicate it, surely the Six Supreme Saints had mastered its creation method.
The horn flashed, and eight golden flames appeared around Wen Tianren, rotating swiftly.
Then the flames died out, revealing eight palm-sized ancient mirrors. One side smooth and glowing faintly, the other side rugged and ugly.
The golden horn gleamed again. A thin golden light shot from it, bouncing from mirror to mirror.
With each bounce, the light grew stronger...
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