Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Time was passing by, and the ten people on the stage felt that every breath was stretched out, and each day felt like an eternity.

Lin Chen's earlier judgment was correct; maintaining this formation was a huge burden for Gu Qingbo and the others.

Moreover, the stronger the mental strength of the target, the higher the price they have to pay.

His spiritual power was constantly replenished by Zi Ling, so there was no such thing as depletion. On the contrary, it caused the opponent's consumption to increase several times over.

Half an hour later, Lin Chen could clearly see that the faces of the nine people were starting to turn pale.

With a change of heart, he controlled his face to gradually turn pale, then slowly took out a pill and gently brought it to his lips.

He deliberately slowed down his movements, making it seem like he was about to give up.

Sure enough, the girls' eyes lit up at the same time.

A female disciple whispered to Gu Qingbo, "Senior Sister, isn't that enough? I think he's about to give up. If we wait until he actually swallows the pill, we'll probably have to take it too."

Gu Qingbo's eyes were clear and bright. He hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind: "Alright. Xiao Miao, you tell the other junior sisters to make their move in three breaths. I'll give him a good beating first."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flipped her wrist and took out a round treasure from her spatial ring, then threw it at Lin Chen without saying a word.

The moment the sphere flew over, alarm bells rang in Lin Chen's mind.

However, the binding force of the Nine Netherworld Spirit-Severing Array was still in effect. His movements were a beat too slow, and before he could react, the sphere exploded two meters in front of him.

A purer and more violent force of Yin suddenly exploded out.

The air in the small area where he was located seemed to have been frozen solid, and cold air rushed towards him from all directions.

A layer of white frost instantly formed on his hair, fine icicles hung from his eyebrows, and the breath he exhaled from his mouth and nose condensed into white mist in mid-air. Even the pill he was about to put into his mouth was frozen and stopped at the corner of his mouth.

Gu Qingbo's eyebrows shot up, and she shouted sharply, "Brother Lin, taste the flavor of my Nine Yin Ice Thunder Pearl!"

At the same time, he waved to the other eight people: "Make your move!"

Nine figures rose from the ground simultaneously, their weapons imbued with the power of the Yin Law, and attacked Lin Chen from nine directions, leaving only afterimages in their wake.

The chilling power emanating from the exploding Ice Lightning Pearl hadn't yet dissipated when they rushed forward, stepping on the lingering cold, determined to crush him in one blow.

Lin Chen feigned a pale face, but the Yin energy in his mind had long been completely driven away by the power of fire and thunder.

Although my body was still a little stiff, my mind had completely returned to normal, and I had already thought of a solution.

When Gu Qingbo's Nine Yin Ice Thunder Pearl exploded, he had already channeled the power of Time Prison through the tip of his sword.

Originally, his Time Prison covered a very wide area, but its power was not strong enough; people with strong mental strength could break through it with a single charge.

But this time, he used his swordsmanship to compress the power of the Time Prison into a range of one meter around his body.

As a result, the power of the laws of time became incredibly dense around him.

This is the result of his month-long seclusion on Creation Island—the Sword of Time, also an upgraded version of the Time Prison!

The nine men's weapons stopped simultaneously when they penetrated within a meter of him.

Their attacks were perfectly synchronized, landing on the same arc, and neither of them managed to advance an inch further.

One of the female disciples became anxious, gritting her teeth and trying her best to push the knife forward, her arm veins bulging, but the tip of the knife remained motionless.

Her eyes were filled with horror: "What...what's going on? I can't get it in!"

Gu Qingbo's expression changed drastically. The soft sword in her hand was also stuck, and she couldn't pull it back, as if she were stuck in a quagmire.

She looked up at Lin Chen, who smiled at her with the same playful smile that had appeared on her face earlier.

The nine men tensed up and exerted their strength simultaneously once again, pouring the laws into their bodies to the limit, but the invisible barrier remained unmoved.

Lin Chen made a move at that moment.

He slowly swept his longsword horizontally, the movement appearing sluggish to the nine men, as if he were just casually gesturing because he was exhausted.

But by the time they could see the sword light and its trajectory, they were simultaneously struck in the chest by a violent force, and their bodies flew backward uncontrollably.

Nine figures fell off the arena at the same time.

The independent cultivators below the stage hadn't reacted yet, staring blankly at the stage with bewildered expressions.

Wasn't Lin Chen about to be overwhelmed and defeated just now? How come all the people who attacked him ended up falling down?

With a loud bang, Gu Qingbo slammed his back against the stone slab below the arena, landing on his buttocks and kicking up a cloud of dust.

She cried out in pain and almost fainted. She lay on the ground for a while to catch her breath before slowly getting up, supporting herself on her arms. Her hand unconsciously rubbed her buttocks as she squatted down.

The onlookers all turned to look at her, their expressions strange.

She then realized something was wrong, blushed, and quickly removed her hand from her buttocks.

Lin Chen stood at the edge of the ring, his face pale, and he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect towards her, looking "weak": "Miss Gu, I'm really too tired, I didn't control my strength well, I'm sorry."

Gu Qingbo looked at where she had landed, then at the other eight junior sisters. They had all landed lightly, but she had landed the hardest.

She immediately realized that Lin Chen's strength control wasn't just good; it was incredibly precise.

Everyone else was sent out of the ring with perfect precision, but he added a bit of force to himself, making himself look foolish!

He did it on purpose!

She glared at Lin Chen fiercely, her eyes clearly saying, "You just wait."

Then, without saying a word, he turned around and went back to the Nine Nether Palace viewing platform with the other eight people.

Lin Chen watched her retreating figure and muttered to himself, "Looks like this little vixen is holding a grudge against me?"

However, he didn't care. He slowly walked back to the center of the arena and bowed to Zuo Qianqiu.

On the high platform, Liang Kuan's eyes lit up, and he transmitted his voice to Zuo Qianqiu: "Master, did Junior Brother figure out that move he just used on his own?"

Zuo Qianqiu stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes showing satisfaction: "Hmm, your junior brother has good comprehension. He can already use sword techniques to unleash the power of other laws."

He paused, then added, "Remember, the essence of sword techniques is an amplifier of the power of laws. They were created to make the power of laws exert a stronger effect."

Any law, when paired with the corresponding sword technique, can maximize its power while minimizing energy loss.

Once you understand this principle and grasp the essence of sword techniques, creating your own will be a piece of cake. Of course, the power will depend on your individual affinity and comprehension.

Liang Kuan seemed to be deep in thought, then clasped his hands and said, "This disciple has learned a lot. Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Then, he glanced at the remaining eight stands and chuckled, "I wonder which team will be the next to go up and challenge."