Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 405 One Sword Cuts Down Eight Hundred Autumns

The murderous intent in Chi Nari's heart, like a venomous scorpion lurking deep in the desert, finally revealed its stinger.

"Since you yourselves are down on your luck—let all the ants in this oasis turn into withered bones in the yellow sand."

"roar-!!!"

A wolf's howl, seemingly from the ancient wilderness, ripped through the clamor in front of the Sand Sea Tower.

The unassuming robe on Chi Na Ri's body instantly shattered, and his wide-brimmed, tattered felt hat turned to dust, revealing his gaunt yet terrifyingly powerful true form.

He soared into the air, hovering a hundred feet above the oasis, his crimson aura surging skyward.

The world changed color!

The originally scorching sun seemed to be shrouded in a blood-red veil, and the light became dim and eerie.

The air above the entire oasis began to violently distort and boil, and endless sand and dust were swept up by an invisible force, forming a terrifying vortex in the sky with a diameter of over a thousand feet.

At the center of that crimson vortex, a colossal crimson wolf dharma image, hundreds of feet tall, was slowly condensing and manifesting!

The entire form of the Dharma image was composed of viscous, dark red blood energy, with each wolf hair clearly visible and shimmering with a metallic cold light.

The wolf's head was ferocious, with fangs bared and bloodshot eyes burning with cruel and violent flames, as if it wanted to devour all living beings.

The Dharma image was surrounded by a thick aura of blood and death. Its mere existence caused the temperature of the oasis below to plummet, as if it had instantly fallen from the heat of summer into the depths of winter.

The Blood Wolf Devouring Heaven Dharma Form One Red Day was the foundation upon which it rampaged across the northern desert and ranked second on the Earth Ranking!

"Grandmaster—how can he be Grandmaster of Dharma Form!"

"My God! What kind of Dharma form is this? It's terrifying!"

"It's over—we're finished—"

In the oasis, the martial arts practitioners who were just discussing the Star Lord Li Xijun had their excitement and agitation completely frozen, turning into endless fear and despair.

Old Master Tuolongma's face turned deathly pale. His cultivation at the half-step Outer Realm was like a candle flickering in the wind before such a celestial phenomenon. He recognized the aura of the Dharma Image, his voice trembling so much it was almost incoherent: "The Blood-Red Wolf Image—it's the High Priest of the Golden Wolf Royal Court—Chi Na Ri! The second-ranked Grandmaster on the Earth Ranking, Chi Na Ri!"

"Redara? What's he doing here!"

"Grandmaster—what is he going to do?!"

Despair spread like a plague.

Before a Grandmaster, an enlightened martial artist is no different from an ant.

They couldn't even muster the thought of escaping. Under the overwhelming pressure of that vast and abyss-like Dharma image, many people's legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, only able to watch helplessly as the blood-red vortex in the sky grew thicker and thicker, and the blood wolf Dharma image became clearer and clearer.

"Since you've seen what you shouldn't have seen and heard what you shouldn't have heard—then you should all die."

A cold voice came from high above, devoid of any emotion.

He raised his right hand, and the hundreds-of-foot-tall blood wolf statue roared to the sky, the roar shaking the entire oasis.

Immediately, the Blood Wolf Dharma Image raised its forepaw, a claw so large it blotted out the sky, its tip flashing with a cold light that could tear through space, and slowly pressed down towards the oasis below.

it's dark!

It wasn't nightfall, but rather that the giant claw blocked out all the light.

The entire oasis was instantly shrouded in a blood-red shadow, as if the end of the world had arrived.

When people looked up, all they could see was the increasingly larger, blood-red wolf claw, slowly pressing down with a terrifying, all-destroying power.

The air was compressed to the point of bursting with unbearable force, the ground began to crack, and some fragile buildings began to collapse.

"No--!"

"Help!"

"I don't want to die"

The desperate cries, pleas, and curses rang out, yet seemed so small and powerless.

Old Master Tuolongma closed his eyes in despair, his last thought being: "If His Highness were here—perhaps—"

Just as the blood-red wolf's claw was about to touch the spire of the oasis's tallest building, and countless people closed their eyes to await death, a deafening "BOOM—!!!"

A golden fist imprint, like the rising sun piercing the night, thundered down from the eastern horizon.

The fist imprint was not huge, only the size of a house, but it was as solid as if it were cast from real gold, with an undying golden glow flowing across its surface, and a faint dragon-shaped phantom coiling and roaring within it.

Wherever the fist imprint passed, the space emitted a crisp, glass-like sound, forcibly creating a golden vacuum trajectory.

This punch landed precisely on the center of the blood-red wolf claw!

"Snap—!!!"

A deafening cracking sound rang out!

Before everyone's incredulous eyes, the blood-red wolf claw that blotted out the sky and brought endless despair actually cracked like glass struck by a heavy hammer, starting from the center and spreading out countless spiderweb-like cracks!

The crack quickly spread across the entire claw, followed by a loud "bang!!!"

The entire wolf claw, along with the terrifying blood energy and destructive intent gathered on it, was blasted apart by this punch, turning into countless blood-red light spots that dissipated into the air.

The light has returned.

The intense sunlight once again bathed the oasis, dispelling the blood-red shadows.

The giant claw that brought death vanished without a trace, leaving only the blood wolf avatar high in the sky, its right forepaw clearly missing a piece, emitting a silent roar of anger and pain.

Everyone instinctively looked up in the direction from which the fist imprint had come.

On the eastern horizon, a figure stood silently suspended.

He wore a simple, black, close-fitting outfit, the hem of which fluttered slightly in the hot northern wind, outlining his tall and upright figure. His face was handsome, yet his eyes held a calm and profound depth beyond his years, as if he had seen through the myriad aspects of the world. There was no dazzling light or intimidating aura emanating from him, but he naturally blended into the world, inspiring awe in those who looked upon him.

Most striking are his eyes—deep within his left eye, the phantom of the Purple Emperor, symbolizing the birth and death of stars and the rotation of all things, seems to linger; in his right eye, the imperial aura of the Eight Trigrams and the flame of civilization is faintly reflected. Between his brows, there is also a very faint silver vertical line, as if sealing the secrets of time.

He stood there quietly, yet seemed to be the center of the entire world.

"Your Highness, the Star Lord—it's His Highness the Star Lord!" Old Master Camel Dragon Horse was the first to react, his voice hoarse with excitement, tears streaming down his face.

"Star Lord? His Highness Li Xijun?"

"It's the Azure Emperor! He's here! He's come to save us!"

"My God—a single punch shattered a Grandmaster's Dharma Body attack—"

The ecstasy of escaping death instantly overwhelmed the entire oasis.

The survivors looked up at the figure in the sky, their eyes filled with endless gratitude, worship and fervor.

Many people even disregarded the roughness of the sand and knelt down directly, bowing to Li Xijun in the air.

"Your Highness, the Star Lord, will definitely defeat that demon!"

"The number one on the land rankings versus the number two on the land rankings, we're saved!"

"To witness a battle of this caliber, even death would be worthwhile!"

The martial artists' deep-seated admiration for the strong and their yearning for a showdown at the pinnacle temporarily overcame their fear.

Everyone held their breath, gazing at the sky with a mixture of tension and anticipation, awaiting the great battle that might etch itself into history.

However, almost at the same moment that Li Xijun appeared and his gaze met that of Chi Nari.

High in the sky, the ferocious blood wolf image of the Red Sun trembled violently.

His gaunt face showed no hesitation, probing, or threats, only an almost instinctive, extreme fear of being targeted by a natural enemy.

run!

Must run!

Immediately! Right now!

This old wolf, honed in the deserts of northern China, has an abnormally keen sense of danger.

The moment Li Xijun appeared, an unprecedented, almost tearing alarm rang in the depths of his soul: He would die! Staying would surely mean death!

What face of being second on the Earthly Ranking, what majesty of the High Priest, what thoughts of revenge—in the face of life and death, they are all utter bullshit!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The crimson wolf shadow instantly contracted, and the red Japanese body transformed into a beam of blood light condensed to the extreme. It shot wildly toward the western horizon, opposite to Li Xijun's position, at a speed almost like burning its very essence.

Its speed was so great that it left a long, blood-red trail in the air, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and in the blink of an eye it had reached dozens of miles away.

In the oasis, all the warriors who were expecting an earth-shattering battle were dumbfounded.

"They...they ran away?"

"Redara-ri—did he just run away?"

"The dignified High Priest of the Golden Wolf Royal Court, the second-ranked Grandmaster on the Earth Ranking—doesn't even have the courage to fight?"

"this----"

The huge difference in elevation left many people speechless, their mouths agape.

The feeling was like having been preparing for an epic showdown for a long time, only to have one side appear and the other side immediately forfeit and withdraw from the competition, running away faster than a rabbit.

Disappointment, absurdity, speechlessness—a mix of emotions.

But some people turned their attention to Li Xijun, who remained standing still in the air.

Faced with Chi Na Ri's sudden and frantic escape, Li Xijun showed little surprise, and didn't even make a move to pursue. He simply raised his right hand slowly, his fingers forming a sword shape.

The Night Emperor's sword embryo, which resembled a solidified night sky, appeared silently between his fingers.

He gazed at the crimson streak of light that was about to disappear into the western horizon, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he were looking at prey that was destined to be unable to escape.

"Your Excellency is a Grandmaster of the Golden Wolf Royal Court. Now that you're here, why the rush to leave?"

The words, spoken softly, drifted away on the wind.

The next moment, Li Xijun slightly turned his wrist, pointed his sword towards the west, and made a light slash.

There was no earth-shattering sword energy, no strange phenomenon that tore through space.

Only a hazy, hair-thin sword light, seemingly about to dissipate in the wind, detached from the tip of the Night Emperor's sword embryo and silently disappeared into the void ahead.

This sword strike, seemingly ordinary, caused a shiver to run through the hearts of all the martial artists watching below, including Old Master Tuolongma, who was at the half-step Outer Realm. It was as if the supreme river of time, which concerns the very foundation of all things, had been gently stirred.

The ultimate technique of "Eternal Time and Calamity Sword Chapter" - the Sword of Time and Calamity!

This sword strike was no longer a mere "skill" or "method," but rather touched upon the violent, chaotic, and all-ending "annihilation" power at the bottom of the river of time.