sinovels Chapter 658 Cultivating Immortals and Demons Together! Who is the No. 1 person below the Nascent Sou
Chapter 658 Cultivating Immortals and Demons Together! Who is the No. 1 person below the Nascent Sou
A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.
Qin Zhan suddenly stood up, his fingers gripping the armrest so tightly that he almost crushed the sandalwood.
Chen Fan slid off the light screen, his legs buckled, and he barely managed to stand by using his sword for support. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto the bluestone ground.
But his clean, beardless face remained expressionless, except for his eyes, which shone with an astonishing brightness.
Sensing its master's injury, the cicada let out a sharp buzz and transformed into a streak of dark golden light, rushing towards Song Tianren. Without turning his head, Song Tianren struck out with his palm, the palm wind containing a dense aura of celestial demons, sending the cicada flying backward, a fine crack appearing on its carapace.
Nearly a third of the million souls on the Black Soul Banner have been lost, and the blood-red light on the banner has dimmed somewhat. The flame runes on the Phoenix Flame Sword have also been exhausted, and the crimson light on the sword body flickers uncertainly.
Chen Fan slowly straightened up and gripped Eleven tightly again.
Below the arena, cultivators from all sides were in an uproar.
"Song Tianren's demonic possession has already touched the threshold of the half-step Nascent Soul stage. No matter how strong Chen Fan's sword intent is, he is ultimately only at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage." An elder of the Blood Gu Clan said in a low voice to his companion beside him, "In this battle, Song Tianren has a greater chance of winning."
"Not necessarily." His companion shook his head. "From Gu worm battles to Gu array battles to cultivation arenas, Chen Fan was always the underdog in every match, yet he won cleanly and decisively. His trump cards are like a bottomless pit; no one can fathom how much he's hiding. Look at him, even injured like that, did he show a trace of panic on his face?"
"I'm betting on Song Tianren. With the Heavenly Demon possessing him, his combat power is comparable to the peak of the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. No matter how profound Chen Fan's sword intent is, it can't break through his Heavenly Demon Armor," a Gu cultivator from the Snake Gu Clan said without hesitation.
"I'm betting on Chen Fan," a rogue cultivator from Zhao whispered. "This guy never plays by the rules. Every time you think he's about to lose, he always manages to pull out a new card. Look at the way he stood up—does he look like someone who's about to lose?"
Similar discussions arose throughout the square.
Even the elders of the Gu cultivators on the North High Platform couldn't help but exchange glances privately, yet none of them could foresee the outcome of this battle. The Gu woman sat upright in the main seat, her fingers gently caressing the dark green insect eggs at the tip of her insect staff, her cloudy old eyes never leaving Chen Fan's figure.
On the stage, Chen Fan slowly straightened up and gripped Eleven tightly again.
The Black Soul Banner was tattered and broken, with nearly half of the million souls on its surface lost, making it difficult to use again in the short term. A fine crack appeared on the Golden Cicada's shell; although it still hummed incessantly in his sleeve, it was powerless to launch another fatal attack. The flame runes on the Phoenix Flame Sword were dim and lifeless, and the crimson light on the sword was almost extinguished.
There aren't many options left.
But Chen Fan's eyes remained calm and indifferent.
He took a step forward.
With that step, his aura suddenly changed!
Within his dantian, both the spiritual nascent soul and the demonic core simultaneously erupted with dazzling light. Two completely different forces surged out along his meridians, intertwining within his body to form a complex Tai Chi diagram.
His left side possessed spiritual energy as clear as water, while his right side was filled with demonic energy as fierce as fire. Under the harmonization of the Fixed Word Technique, the two forces maintained a delicate balance, stimulating and generating each other, pushing his aura upwards layer by layer.
Nascent Soul Great Perfection, Half-Step to Divine Transformation!
It eventually stopped at a level that even Song Tianren slightly changed color.
"Cultivating both immortality and demonic arts." Song Tianren's brows furrowed for the first time. "You actually succeeded in this path."
Chen Fan did not answer.
He raised the eleventh sword, and the gray-white sword light on its blade shone again, this time not as pure spiritual energy!
Instead, spiritual energy and demonic energy intertwined and entwined on the sword, adding a layer of dark gold demonic patterns to the gray-white surface. The three concepts of cause and effect, life and death, and stillness were simultaneously integrated into the sword, transforming into a power that even he himself had not yet fully mastered.
A sword thrust out.
This sword strike was no longer as ordinary as before.
The spiritual energy of the entire arena was drained by this sword strike, the Gu patterns on the barrier light screen flickered wildly, and the Gu King Palace array masters maintaining the formation all spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a fierce shout, Song Tianren pushed the power of the Heavenly Demon Possession to its limit. The demonic patterns around his body burst out with dazzling black light, and his hands formed a seal in front of him, transforming into a Heavenly Demon Shield that was more than ten feet thick.
The moment the sword tip collided with the magic shield, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a visible shockwave swept outwards from the point of impact, shattering all the bluestone on the arena and creating more than a dozen cracks in the barrier light screen.
Song Tianren retreated seven steps, each step leaving a deep footprint several inches deep on the bluestone ground, and a shallow sword mark appeared on his Heavenly Demon Armor.
After regaining his balance, he glanced down at the sword wound on his chest, but the smile on his lips deepened: "That's more like it."
Chen Fan's condition wasn't much better.
Simultaneously activating the energies of immortality and demonic energy was an immense burden on his body. The spiritual and demonic energy within his meridians were like two giant dragons tearing at each other, each movement bringing excruciating, tearing pain.
A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again, but he didn't wipe it away. Instead, he gripped Eleven tightly again and lunged forward once more.
The two figures crossed paths once again on the arena.
This confrontation was even more intense than before!
As Chen Fan's sword intent merged with demonic energy, each strike carried the impact of dual power. Song Tianren's demonic possession strengthened his physical body to a terrifying degree. Every collision between his fist energy and sword energy caused the arena to tremble violently.
The audience below could no longer see the two men's movements; they could only see two figures, one in gray and one in black, colliding repeatedly on the stage, each collision producing a deafening roar.
Thirty moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves.
There wasn't a single intact bluestone left on the arena, and the cracks on the barrier were multiplying. The formation masters of the Gu King Palace were ashen-faced.
Visibly, Song Tianren's Heavenly Demon Armor had more than a dozen sword marks, and dark black demonic blood seeped from the seams, staining his black robe even darker.
However, his eyes remained remarkably bright, and the smile on his lips never faded; instead, it grew stronger.
Chen Fan's gray-blue cloth robe had been scorched to shreds by the demonic energy, and the wound on his left arm had reopened, with blood flowing down his arm and staining his sword-wielding hand bright red.
His face was paler than usual, but his eyes remained calm and unwavering.
"In my entire life, I have never encountered an opponent like you." Song Tianren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter lacked its previous arrogance and coldness, replaced only by a heartfelt joy. "You are the first. Today, I will let us determine who is truly the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage!"
He formed a hand seal in front of his chest, releasing the remaining power of the demonic possession without reservation.
The demonic shadow behind him had completely merged into his body, and the demonic patterns on his body changed from black to dark gold, causing his aura to rise once again.
Chen Fan also pushed the remaining immortal and demonic energies in his body to their limit. The double sword light on the eleven swords surged three feet, and the power of cause and effect locked down all of Song Tianren's escape routes. The power of life and death condensed into a point of extremely dark light at the tip of the sword.