Under One Person: I Opened the Age of Mythology

Chapter 448

The shock wave from the energy ball explosion swept across like a raging wave, and the ruins were razed to the ground in an instant.

Smoke and dust rolled, covering the sky and almost engulfing the entire world. Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha were blown away by this force, like kites with broken strings, and fell heavily to the ground in the distance.

Their bodies left long traces on the ground, gravel and dust flew everywhere, and the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp explosion.

Sun Wukong supported himself on the ground with one hand and tried to stand up, but the blood in his chest surged and he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red.

His knuckles cracked, and the golden light on the golden hoop dimmed a bit. Yang Jian was not much better, his three-pointed double-edged sword flew out of his hand, the blade was covered with cracks, and his arm was shaking slightly, obviously he had received a great impact.

Nezha fainted instantly, and the broken red tasseled spear was thrown aside. The flame had long been extinguished, and the spear was covered with charred marks.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and the scene in the center of the ruins gradually became clear.

Chen Tianjun walked out slowly, his feet on broken stones, his clothes were not messy, and there was not even a trace of blood.

His eyes were cold and there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the earth-shattering explosion just now was just a tickle to him.

"Is this your full-strength attack?"

Chen Tianjun's voice was cold and contained a hint of contempt.

"It's really vulnerable."

He walked slowly towards Sun Wukong, with murderous intent in his eyes undisguised.

With every step he took, the ground shook slightly, as if responding to the powerful netherworldly force within him.

Sun Wukong's pupils shrank slightly, and his hands holding the golden cudgel trembled slightly, but his eyes still burned with an unyielding fighting spirit.

Just when Chen Tianjun was about to approach Sun Wukong, Yang Jian suddenly raised his head and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, swung his arm violently, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a cold light in the air and shot straight at Chen Tianjun's back.

The blade broke through the air at an extremely fast speed and reached Chen Tianjun's vest almost instantly.

Chen Tianjun paused slightly, without turning his head, he waved his hand back, and a netherworld force gushed out from the palm of his hand, directly knocking the three-pointed, double-edged sword away.

The blade spun several times in the air, and finally plunged heavily into the ground. The blade trembled a few times, and then there was no sound.

"Little tricks."

Chen Tianjun sneered and continued to move forward.

At this moment, Nezha's body shook violently and his eyes suddenly opened.

A hint of madness flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand, and the broken red tassel spear instantly flew back into his hand.

At the tip of the gun, a faint flame reignited.

He suddenly leaped up, and the remaining immortal power in his body surged wildly. The flames quickly gathered into a huge fireball and smashed towards Chen Tianjun.

"go to hell!"

The fireball, with a long tail of flame, hit Chen Tianjun's back like a meteorite.

Chen Tianjun seemed to have anticipated this. He slightly turned sideways and raised his hand lightly. Before the fireball got close to him, it was easily dissolved by a netherworld force. The flames dissipated in an instant, without even a trace of residual heat left.

"You, a mere ant, dare to challenge the might of heaven?"

There was a hint of impatience in Chen Tianjun's tone. He turned around suddenly and slapped Nezha on the chest.

Nezha had no time to react before he was hit by the palm. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily into the ruins. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he was unable to move.

"Nezha!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot and veins bulged on his hands as he clenched the golden cudgel.

He stood up suddenly, and the golden light on the golden cudgel shone again, but his body obviously could not support it, his steps were staggering, and his breathing was heavy.

Chen Tianjun slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes fell on Sun Wukong again, and the smile on his lips became colder:
"Sun Wukong, what tricks do you have now? Feel free to use them."

Sun Wukong did not answer, but slowly raised his golden cudgel. Golden light flowed on the tip of the cudgel. Although it was weak, it was still firm.

"You still don't give up?"

Chen Tianjun raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"It is foolish to struggle to the point of death when you know you are going to die."

Sun Wukong's mouth curled up into a cold smile, his voice was low but firm:
"I, Old Sun, never admit defeat!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up, and the golden hoop with the last golden light smashed towards Chen Tianjun.

Chen Tianjun stood where he was, without moving an inch, with only contempt and disdain in his eyes.

He slowly raised his palm, and the power of the underworld condensed in his palm, forming a thick black barrier.

"boom!"

The golden cudgel slammed heavily on the barrier, making a dull thud.

However, this time, the golden light did not burst out with powerful force like before, but instead quickly dissipated under the erosion of the power of the underworld.

"Your strength is running low."

Chen Tianjun spoke slowly, his voice cold.

"This battle must be over."

He clenched his palms suddenly, and the black barrier instantly turned into a powerful shock wave, directly knocking Sun Wukong away.

Sun Wukong's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground. The golden cudgel flew out of his hand and fell to the side, no longer giving any light.

Chen Tianjun walked slowly to Sun Wukong, looked down at him, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Sun Wukong, do you think you can stop me? What do you think you can change?"

His voice was low and contained a hint of sarcasm.

"No one in this world can stop me!"

He slowly raised his palm, and a dark energy ball condensed in his palm, which contained destructive power.

He looked at Sun Wukong, and the smile on his lips gradually became ferocious.

"Farewell, Monkey King."

The energy ball suddenly hits down...

The energy ball exploded, and the bright light engulfed the entire world.

The shock wave generated by the explosion swept around like a hurricane, crushing the ruins into powder and covering the sky with flying sand and rocks.

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and Nezha were blown away by the shock wave and fell heavily to the ground in the distance like kites with broken strings.

The flying dust made them cough uncontrollably.

After a long time, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing a huge pit with charred edges and a pungent smell of sulfur.

Chen Tianjun's figure slowly walked out from the center of the pit, his clothes intact without a trace of damage.

With a grim smile on his face, he walked step by step towards Sun Wukong who was lying on the ground.

"It's over, monkey."

Chen Tianjun's voice was cold and without a trace of emotion.

He raised his right hand, and once again a ball of dark power condensed in his palm, ready to give Sun Wukong the final blow.

At this moment, a flash of cold light passed by, and the three-pointed double-edged sword shot straight at Chen Tianjun's back with a sound of breaking through the air. Chen Tianjun seemed to sense something, turned around suddenly, and swung his backhand to knock the three-pointed double-edged sword away.

The blade spun a few times in the air and then plunged into the ground, making a buzzing sound.

Yang Jian endured the severe pain and struggled to stand up.

His arms were shaking slightly, and blood was dripping down his arms to the ground, staining the stones under his feet red.

He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword flew back into his hand again. The blade trembled slightly, and the blade was covered with fine cracks, but it was still cold and sharp.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at Chen Tianjun, without a trace of retreat in his eyes.

Nezha also stood up shakily. The red tasseled spear in his hand had broken into two pieces, but a faint flame was burning at the tip of the spear.

The flame was like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time, but Nezha's eyes remained firm.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and stood up straight. The red tasseled spear trembled slightly in his hand, as if responding to its master's will to fight.

Sun Wukong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face turned pale, but his eyes were still fierce.

He stood up slowly, the ground beneath his feet cracked slightly, the light of the golden cudgel dimmed, but he still held it tightly in his hand.

He took a deep breath and gripped the golden cudgel tightly. The cudgel trembled slightly as if he was gathering his last strength.

The three of them supported each other and barely stood firm, taking a defensive stance, their eyes pointed directly at Chen Tianjun like swords.

Their figures seemed particularly thin in the wind, but their indomitable fighting spirit was like a burning flame, illuminating the entire ruins.

Seeing this, Chen Tianjun stopped and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his hand, and the netherworld power in his palm gradually dissipated. Black mist lingered around his fingertips, as if mocking the powerlessness of the three people.

He glanced at Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and Nezha, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:

"You think this will stop me?"

Sun Wukong sneered and turned the golden cudgel slightly in his hand. Although the golden light on the tip of the cudgel was weak, it still shone brightly:

"Stop talking nonsense! If you want to fight, then fight. Today, either you die or I die!"

The three-pointed, double-edged sword in Yang Jian's hand trembled slightly, and the blade made a low humming sound:

"Chen Tianjun, your conspiracy will never succeed!"

Nezha raised his red tasseled spear slightly. The flame on the tip of the spear was weak, but still blazing:

"Stop talking nonsense and show us the real deal!"

The smile on Chen Tianjun's lips deepened, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He slowly took out a jade talisman from his arms. The jade talisman was emerald green all over, carved with intricate runes, and emitted a faint green light.

He crushed the jade talisman, and it instantly turned into a green light that shot up into the sky, like a meteor streaking across the sky and disappearing into the clouds.

The three of them were shocked when they saw this. Sun Wukong frowned, and his hand holding the golden hoop trembled slightly:
"Oh no, he's calling for help!"

Yang Jian's eyes were like torches, and his tone was low:

"It seems that he still has a backup plan."

Nezha raised his red tasseled spear slightly, and the flame on the tip of the spear ignited again, but the fire was weak, and it was obvious that his magic power was almost gone:
"No matter how many people he brings, we have to fight to the end!"

Chen Tianjun chuckled, glanced at the three people, and said with a bit of teasing in his tone:

"Do you still have the strength? You'd better surrender, or you will lose your life in vain."

Sun Wukong sneered and swung his golden cudgel violently. The golden light on the tip of the cudgel shone again:

"Stop dreaming! I, Sun, would rather die standing than live on my knees!"

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled slightly, and the cracks on the blade gradually spread, but he still held the handle tightly, his eyes as sharp as a sword:

"Chen Tianjun, you will never succeed!"

Nezha raised his red tasseled spear slightly. Although the flame on the tip of the spear was weak, it was still blazing:

"Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!"

Chen Tianjun's smile gradually cooled, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes:
"In that case, don't blame me for being cruel."

Before he finished speaking, the netherworld power in the air surged again, black mist swirled around him, and a powerful pressure instantly enveloped the entire ruins.

His figure gradually became blurred in the netherworld power, as if merging with the surrounding darkness.

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian and Nezha stood together, leaning closely on each other.

Their figures seemed particularly thin in the wind, but their indomitable fighting spirit was like a burning flame, illuminating the entire ruins.

Sun Wukong held the golden hoop tightly, his eyes were as sharp as torches:
"Brothers, get ready, it's the final battle!"

Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled slightly, and the blade emitted a low humming sound:
"No matter what, we must not let him succeed!"

Nezha raised his red tasseled spear slightly, and the flame on the tip of the spear ignited again. Although it was weak, it was still hot:
"Even if I die, I will drag him down with me to be buried with me!"

Chen Tianjun glanced at the three people, and the smile on his lips gradually cooled down:

"In that case, don't blame me for being cruel."

Before he finished speaking, the netherworld power in the air surged again, black mist swirled around him, and a powerful pressure instantly enveloped the entire ruins.

His figure gradually became blurred in the netherworld power, as if merging with the surrounding darkness.

Yang Jian clenched his teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and he felt severe pain in the wound on his left arm.

He suppressed his discomfort, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword trembled as it pointed at Chen Tianjun. The blade made a humming sound, as if responding to its master's will to fight.

Nezha knelt on one knee, his body barely supported by the broken red tasseled spear. He took a deep breath, and the flame on the tip of the spear became brighter again, reflecting his pale face.

He raised his head, his eyes full of determination:

"Come on, I, Nezha, am not afraid of you!"

The light of Sun Wukong's golden cudgel dimmed, but he still held it tightly, and the muscles in his arms were tense like a dragon.

He grinned, revealing his bloodstained teeth:

"I haven't fought enough!"

Chen Tianjun raised his lips to sneer, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes:
"Since you insist on dying, I will grant your wish."

He raised his hand, and the black mist at his fingertips condensed into a black vortex. The surrounding air was instantly sucked out, and a powerful suction force drew the rubble and dust in the ruins into it.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and the golden cudgel suddenly turned in his hand. The golden light on the tip of the cudgel shone again, although it was weak, but still firm:
"I, Old Sun, will not be frightened by your little tricks!"

He suddenly jumped up and smashed Chen Tianjun with his golden cudgel.

Yang Jian also attacked at the same time, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword turned into a silver light and pierced Chen Tianjun's left rib.

His movements were swift and fierce, and the chill was already pressing even before the blade arrived.

Although Nezha was weak, he still gritted his teeth, and suddenly turned the broken red tassel spear in his hand. The flame on the tip of the spear ignited again. Although the fire was small, it carried a stubborn will.

Chen Tianjun sneered, and the black vortex suddenly expanded, swallowing up all the attacks from the three people.

A low echo came from the center of the vortex, as if mocking their powerlessness.

He glanced at the three of them, his tone cold:
"Your struggle only makes me feel ridiculous."

(End of this chapter)