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Standing suspended in mid-air, Su Mu slightly raised his hand, looking at his slightly numb arms, a genuine sigh flashed in his eyes: "The attack power of a Saint Realm expert is indeed terrifying. Just a casual sword strike has such divine might, which is far beyond what a God King Realm expert can match."

He knew perfectly well that it wasn't a matter of insufficient combat power, but rather that the gap between the Saint Realm and the God King realm was simply insurmountable by secret techniques or divine weapons. Even if he wielded a mid-grade Saint-level divine weapon and possessed top-tier secret techniques, there was absolutely no way he could instantly kill a Saint Realm expert.

Saint-level cultivators are all clad in Saint-rank battle armor and possess primordial Dao bodies, their offensive and defensive foundations layered upon each other, forming formidable barriers. His previous ease in slaying the three heavily wounded Saint-level dragons was entirely due to the combined efforts of Dor and his companions. The three Saint-level experts had already exhausted their spiritual power and spent a considerable amount of time shattering the dragons' innate defenses and depleting their fundamental essence; he was merely reaping the benefits.

On the other hand, Ambar was now filled with extreme shock, and his previous contempt and arrogance had completely vanished.

"This kid is too strange!" He stared intently at Su Mu, who remained calm and composed a hundred miles away, his mind reeling. He muttered in disbelief, "Not only does he wield a bizarre sword formation capable of threatening even Saint Realm experts, but he can also use teleportation in a violently turbulent environment. It's simply defying all logic!"

"He withstood a full-force sword strike from a Saint Realm expert just now, completely unharmed and standing firmly. Without top-tier Saint-level battle armor protecting him, it would be impossible for him to do so! This boy's physical defense is probably already comparable to that of a Saint Realm expert!"

Throughout history, cultivators across the heavens have recognized an ironclad rule: when space is calm and stable, teleportation can proceed without hindrance; once space violently trembles, becomes chaotic, or collapses, all space-related supernatural abilities become useless, and no one can overcome this.

A calm space is like still water, allowing for free movement; a turbulent space is like a raging storm, capable of crushing any force capable of movement. This law has never been broken.

But today, Su Mu has completely overturned Angbar's perception.

Looking at the Void Refining Sword Formation that trapped him, the Heavenly Revelation Puppet that was eyeing him menacingly, and then at the unfathomable young cultivator, Angbar felt a strong sense of regret for the first time.

He never imagined that his momentary greed would provoke such a terrifying and elusive plague god.

A strong urge to retreat was growing wildly in his heart, but the battle situation was completely out of control. He was trapped by a sword formation in front and restrained by puppets behind. He was already in a dead end and had no choice but to move forward or backward.

On the contrary, Su Mu's fighting spirit grew even stronger. Without the slightest hesitation, he urged his mind, and the Apocalypse Puppet once again charged towards Umbal with overwhelming power.

He himself turned back into the Void Refining Sword Formation, but refused to confront Angbar head-on.

That collision just now had given him a real taste of the terrifying power of a Saint Realm expert's attacks. As a newly promoted Saint Realm expert, Ambar must be hiding trump cards and deadly moves, so engaging in close combat rashly would be too dangerous.

Steadfastly lying low and waiting for the right opportunity to defeat the enemy has always been Su Mu's fundamental principle for surviving in the chaotic world and advancing step by step. Safety comes first, and he never takes any risks.

From then on, the war situation was completely unilaterally balanced.

The Apocalypse Puppet engaged in direct combat, using its extreme physical strength to hold off Angbar, giving him no chance to catch his breath or rest; the Void Refining Sword Formation continued to operate, with thousands of tiny sword energies continuously eroding the opponent's defense and spiritual power layer by layer; Su Mu moved around in the formation, using his teleportation ability to appear and disappear unpredictably, launching surprise attacks from time to time, disrupting Angbar's offensive and defensive rhythm.

Despite possessing the Primordial Dao Body and clad in Saint-level battle armor, making his defenses impenetrable, he couldn't withstand the relentless pressure and exhaustion from the three sides. Distractions, fatigue, depletion of spiritual energy, and accumulating injuries compounded his weaknesses, gradually pushing him into a completely disadvantageous position.

Su Mu was well aware of the winning strategy of "boiling a frog in lukewarm water," remaining calm and steady in his approach.

The sword array and sword energy condensed by the Mother and Child Holy Swords, when broken down, may seem insignificant when viewed individually, and difficult to seriously injure a Saint Realm expert. However, when hundreds or tens of thousands of swords bombard one after another, they become a terrifying offensive that can wear down a Saint's defense and deplete one's source of power over time.

The battle lasted for a full hour.

At first, Angbar was full of vigor and had a fierce attack, but now his face was pale, his breathing was disordered, he was sweating profusely, his spiritual energy was becoming weaker and weaker, and his body was swaying and about to collapse. His condition was extremely weak.

It wasn't that his Saint Realm foundation was insufficient, but rather that the battle had taken a terrifying toll.

The Apocalypse Puppet's combat offensive was extremely ferocious; each collision required the utmost effort to defend against, resulting in an astonishing consumption of spiritual energy. Even more deadly was the puppet's heaven-devouring, earth-absorbing divine power; between each engagement, it could rapidly absorb the energy of the surrounding sea of ​​blood to replenish its losses, maintaining its combat power at its peak without any decline.

In contrast, Angbar was completely suppressed throughout the entire process, without any chance to rest. Even though he frequently consumed high-level holy pills to heal and replenish his spirit, he simply could not keep up with the endless rate of consumption, and his foundation gradually became empty.

Su Mu's unpredictable sneak attacks left him exhausted and extremely annoyed.

Each time he launched a sudden, airborne attack, his spear shadow arrived in an instant. He was not greedy for battle merits, nor did he linger in prolonged combat. After striking once, he immediately fled into the distance, never giving his opponent a chance to retaliate.

What drove Angbar the most crazy was that Su Mu's attack landing point remained unchanged.

Every strike aimed at the waist, every move targeting the vital area of ​​the lower back, never changing its position.

This monotonous and tricky style of play made Ambar furious and agitated, filled with resentment, and he wanted to shout and question it on the spot.

But what he didn't know was that Su Mu's move was not a deliberate attempt to make things difficult, but rather a precise tactical choice.

Ambar's overall defense was too formidable; scattered attacks were like scratching an itch through a boot, yielding little effect. Only by continuously bombarding the same weak point could his defense be worn down and an opportunity to break through be found. And the spot where his first sneak attack landed was precisely in the lower back position, so he fixed his tactics accordingly, focusing on attacking one point to break through the defense to the extreme.

Over time, after hundreds of precise piercing attacks, the tough Saint-level battle armor and Primordial Dao Body were finally worn through and their defenses breached at this point!

As the Imperial Way Spear once again precisely pierced the opening in his lower back and slowly withdrew, Ambar's body stiffened abruptly, and a strange expression appeared on his face, a mixture of intense pain, astringency, and an odd feeling.

"Awoo!"

A bizarre and extremely painful scream burst from his throat, echoing throughout the battle.

"You little bastard, die!"

The extreme pain and humiliation completely ignited Ambal's rage. He endured his injuries, and the remaining spiritual power around him exploded violently. He swung his sword backhand and slashed fiercely behind him!

However, Su Mu had already anticipated the attack, and the moment he succeeded, he teleported hundreds of miles away, calmly avoiding the angry blow.

With his sword missing its mark, Ambar had no time to pursue. The tearing pain in his lower back threw him into disarray, causing him to stagger. Instinctively, he raised his hand to protect his wound, instantly creating a huge opening in his defenses.

This is the moment!

The Apocalypse Puppet's eyes were sharp. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it suddenly closed in, unleashing its full power and delivering a devastating blow!

In a moment of haste, Ambar gritted his teeth and swung his sword to parry, but with his mind shaken and his body riddled with injuries, he was already powerless.

clang!

The immense force crashed to the ground, causing Ambal's arm to tremble violently, his wrist to go numb, and his hand to split open. The Saint-level longsword in his hand almost flew out of his grasp.

Before he could regain his footing, the Void Sword Formation above his head suddenly changed drastically!

The four suspended holy swords simultaneously burst forth with spiritual light, and a hundred-foot-long golden sword beam took shape, with four fierce sword auras guarding the four directions, completely blocking all of Ambal's escape routes, and then slashing down from above!

Four towering sword beams simultaneously struck Ambal, unleashing a burst of destructive energy. Golden waves of light swept across the entire sword formation, causing the array patterns to violently tremble and roar incessantly.

As the aftershocks of energy slowly dissipated, Angbar staggered back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of scalding blood essence. His aura grew increasingly weak and feeble, and his Saint Realm foundation was on the verge of complete depletion.

He suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, raised his hand to take out a rare holy pill, and was about to tilt his head back to swallow it and stabilize his injuries.

call--!

A sharp, rapid whooshing sound suddenly exploded in my ears!

Ambar was startled, sensing a deadly danger in his mind, and used his last bit of strength to try to dodge to the side.

However, the sword formation had already severely injured him, causing his body to react much slower and ultimately making him a step behind.

"Heavenly Fall Returns to Sainthood - Slash!"

Su Mu roared, his voice booming through the sky. His domineering and unparalleled imperial power suddenly condensed, carrying the power to annihilate all things, and erupted from behind Angbar!

The familiar, excruciating pain struck again, and Ambar's body trembled violently as another strange cry of pain escaped his lips.

The Imperial Dao Breaking Universe Spear precisely pierced his vital points behind him. The pure and domineering power of the Imperial Dao surged wildly into his body through the spear tip, like thousands of sharp blades, instantly sweeping through his limbs, bones, meridians, and origins, frantically destroying his cultivation and vitality.

In an instant, Angbar's spiritual power was sealed and his laws collapsed, completely losing all ability to resist. His body stiffened and he was suspended in the air, unable to move.

In the final moments of his life, Ambar looked up at the sky.

The blue sky and white clouds, the gentle breeze and clear scenery brought a strange sense of peace to his restless and violent heart.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

He had just broken through to the Saint Realm not long ago, and was full of vigor and ambition. He originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity in the secret realm to completely stabilize his cultivation, obtain the ultimate treasure, and soar to the sky and roam the universe.

He envisioned a future where he could break through to the Great Sage level, dominate a region, rise to the top of the pyramid of cosmic powerhouses, and even contend with the eight great holy races.

The road ahead is bright, and the future is full of promise.

But he never imagined that this secret realm, brimming with opportunities, would ultimately become his burial ground. How laughable, how utterly humiliating, that a newly ascended Saint Realm expert would perish at the hands of a mere human junior in the mid-stage of the Celestial God realm.

With his last glimmer of life completely extinguished, Ambar's eyes closed helplessly, and his body lost all support.

The next instant, the rampant imperial power within his body erupted completely, crushing his body with a deafening roar!

The countless fragments of flesh and bone transformed into specks of golden light, drifting away with the wind, dissolving into the sky, and utterly annihilated between heaven and earth.

In mid-air, only a storage magic item and a saint-level longsword remained, silently falling.

Su Mu raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air, and two treasures instantly flew through the air and landed steadily in his palm.