The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 359 What does it mean to be razed to the ground?

The full moon in the night sky shone even brighter, illuminating the entire palace with a crystal-clear glow.

Xu Xingchen completed his third breakthrough transformation, becoming a half-black, half-white Yin-Yang Elemental Magnetic Body, majestic and imposing, with a faint surge of energy emanating from his body.

Within a radius of several feet, everything was affected by his aura, sometimes becoming heavy, sometimes becoming light.

This invisible force slowly rotated and changed around his body, causing the pebbles on the ground to roll and scatter.
In a short while, a pattern resembling the Yin and Yang yin-yang symbol was formed!

He looked up at the others.
Qiu Qianren, with his body of steel, was locked in a fierce battle with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. Layer upon layer of phantom waves launched a relentless and frenzied attack, sword light flashed like lightning, and his movements were unpredictable. The power of the Big Dipper Formation had increased to an unbelievable level.

Let's look at the others.
Huang Yaoshi grew to 2.5 meters tall, with a slender and strong physique. On his fair skin, dark green peach branches twisted and extended, adorned with blooming pink peach blossoms.

A peach branch climbed from her neck up to half of her cheek, carrying a few peach blossoms with it, adding to her refined and aloof air.

With every gesture he made, pink peach petals would appear and disappear around him, following him closely—it was truly magical.

Ouyang Feng's shoulders and back became incredibly broad. The brown muscles that bulged high on his back writhed and swelled, separating into six holes: three at the top, two in the middle, and one at the bottom. Green gas was constantly being inhaled and exhaled from these holes, gradually enveloping his body.

In the gradually spreading green mist, the faint croaking of toads could be heard from time to time, deep yet awe-inspiring!

Hong Qigong, with his even taller and stronger physique, like a muscular giant, brought immense psychological pressure to people.

The golden dragon pattern on its back stretched out its body, transforming into dragon-shaped energy that meandered through its muscles. Wherever it passed, the muscles undulated and then sprouted keratinous dragon patterns.

In the end, a lifelike, tiny dragon pattern appeared on both his cheeks, and his pupils turned into vertical pupils, radiating a majestic golden light.

Zhou Botong: He is even taller, but still round and chubby, a giant child with a face mask made of child's smiling face. He looks funny and makes people want to burst into laughter.

However, the two arms raised high on the back of the giant child are awe-inspiring and captivating!
Zhou Botong waved his four round arms, his four fists, each the size of a clay pot, clinking together in pairs, and laughed loudly, "Come on! Come on! Let's continue this increasingly interesting free-for-all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his enormous body flashed like the wind and instantly pounced into the battlefield, attacking Qiu Qianren with two fists and the Seven Masters of Quanzhen with two fists.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.
Each ethereal fist strike, imbued with a spinning force, sent Qiu Qianren's fierce and domineering iron palm flying everywhere, yet it never managed to land on Zhou Botong.

The other two fists unleashed a barrage of fist shadows, and wherever they passed, the numerous phantoms of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen immediately swayed and intertwined!

next moment.
Xu Xingchen, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, and Huang Yaoshi also moved swiftly, carrying an incomparably violent aura, and charged into the battle.

With this addition, the battle situation immediately changed drastically.

One terrifying aura after another, some fierce and domineering, some ethereal and otherworldly, some incomparably mighty, and some serene and profound, intertwined and collided fiercely, instantly soaring into the sky and enveloping all directions.

"what!"

"too frightening!"

"What a terrifying momentum!"

"Back off! Back off!"

The eunuchs and imperial guards standing on the rooftops of the nearby palace complex immediately showed expressions of surprise, shouted loudly, and leaped and bounded backward as quickly as possible.

Only after retreating two or three laps around the palace complex did they regain their footing and look back at the battle with trepidation.

The old eunuch closest to the battlefield also felt a strong threat. His pale eyebrows furrowed, and in a flash, he appeared on the roof of another palace behind him.

"If the fighting continues, these guys might just tear the entire imperial city down."

"Damn it, I'm the only top expert in the capital. None of the princes and ministers can cultivate to the highest level of breaking through to the fourth realm. They're all a bunch of good-for-nothings."

The old eunuch watched the chaotic battle ahead, the fighting becoming increasingly intense and the area expanding, and he felt both angry and resentful.

He had lived in this imperial city for so long that he had long regarded it as his home.

The hatred in his heart was just as intense as that of the current emperor of the Song Dynasty, when his home was ruthlessly demolished and damaged by a dozen outsiders.

"Damn it, the Emperor, the ministers, and I were all far too optimistic about this matter."

"I thought they would fight one-on-one and settle the score one by one. Even if they all used their full strength, at most they would only destroy a few palaces."

"Who knew these guys wouldn't act according to common sense at all."

"With such a chaotic battle raging on, and no one around to stop it, if it continues, the battle will only expand and affect more and more palace complexes."

"Oh no, they've really started moving!" The old eunuch thought to himself as he saw the battle formation ahead begin to move, and at a considerable speed.

Aww~~~!

A dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire imperial city, and a golden dragon shadow roamed the sky like the wind and lightning, leaving behind a continuous burst of energy wherever it passed.

The circular energy exploded between the dragon's shadow and every human figure, and a gale howled in all directions, causing the bluestone ground beneath their feet to crack and split open with countless lightning bolts.

Hong Qigong's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were extremely powerful and domineering. This palm swept across the sky, not only covering everyone else within its attack range, but also propelling the battle group to begin moving.

Having lost the limited movement on the palace rooftop, the group now had a much wider fighting space on the ground.

The movement of the battle group immediately resembled a snowball rolling down a mountain peak, showing no signs of stopping. Instead, it rolled faster and faster, affecting an ever wider area.

Amidst the continuous booming sounds of energy, gusts of wind swept recklessly in all directions.

Wherever they went.
The flagstone-paved plaza surface cracked and crumbled, extending forward with the chaotic battle.

Countless pebbles were impacted, swept, and carried by the surging wind, bouncing off the ground and transforming into streaks of wind arrows that pierced the air and shot in all directions.

Palaces touched by the chaotic battle arena
The sturdy wall shattered into pieces in an instant, then was pulverized by an even more violent force into a shower of flying bricks, broken tiles, and shards of wood.
Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The roof and eaves collapsed one after another, and were then continuously blasted into the sky by terrifying forces, scattering into a rain of bricks, rubble, and broken wood, which were scattered in all directions.

"Escape! Escape!"

"Run quickly!"

Cries of agony and despair rang out from the front of the chaotic battle, as figures flashed and leaped away, fleeing in that direction.

Even the group of martial arts masters who had been arranged to watch the battle in the corner scattered like birds and beasts, following behind the eunuchs and imperial guards, running and hiding in all directions.

Cluck cluck!

Amidst the deafening croaking of a toad that echoed throughout the imperial city, a gigantic toad phantom, three zhang tall, flashed through the chaotic battleground. A ring of green energy surged outwards with ferocious fury, shattering everything in its path.

Boom!

With a tremendous roar, the entire small palace crumbled in the blink of an eye, turning into countless flying bricks and tiles that scattered in all directions, covering an area of ​​several dozen feet in radius.

The chaotic battleground swept across the ruins of the small palace that had been razed to the ground, and soon arrived near another palace.

The figures of more than a dozen people had become a blur, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Only pink peach blossoms, one after another, flickered and bloomed in the void, sometimes shooting like swords, sometimes appearing and disappearing in an illusion, mysterious and unpredictable to the extreme.

Golden dragon shadows swirled and danced, moving back and forth, like dragons battling in the wild, or like flying dragons in the sky, frantically repelling the arrogant attacks coming from all directions.

A chubby, childlike giant shadow swung its four long, thick arms, unleashing ethereal and supple punches that churned up the surging energy streams into chaos.

It had a dark, wall-like body of steel, charging around like lightning, completely ignoring the rings of energy constantly exploding around its body. It only cared about raising its broad hands and smashing everything in all directions, determined to smash everything around it, every enemy, and every attack to pieces.

The phantom of a toad appeared frequently, and with each appearance, a deafening croak would resound. With each croak, a circle of ferocious and vicious green energy would surge and spread, wantonly trying to shake and disintegrate everything around it, dragging the vibrant flowers and plants into a withered and decaying land of death.

There were layers upon layers of Taoist phantoms, sometimes flashing back and forth, sometimes intersecting with each other, condensing into a huge sword formation that was constantly running and circulating. Every sword light that shot out and danced within it was like a dazzling meteor, always maintaining its own pure land in the crazy battle circle of the great brawl.

A tall, black-and-white figure manipulated black-and-white rings of varying sizes, which flew through the air, shooting everywhere. The buzzing sound of swirling vortexes clearly pierced through the fierce battle. Wherever those black-and-white rings passed, countless turbulent currents of energy were subdued and tamed, turning into turbulent vortexes that rushed in all directions; then, they were scattered again by the surrounding violent forces into howling gales.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Wherever the chaotic battleground passed, palaces were blasted into countless flying bricks and tiles, and beams and pillars whistling through the air.

What does it mean to raze something to the ground?

This is what you call leveling it to the ground!
(End of this chapter)