Ten thousand meters above Mount Tai.
Golden blood qi and boundless power of thunder surged, accompanied by churning black mist and a heavenly halberd trembling across the vault of heaven.
These forces intertwined, completely shattering the cloud cover across the sky.
Elder Ji and the others watched this display in utter shock and disbelief.
They could clearly see that the scale of this battle far exceeded anything before.
Even without drawing close, every person present could feel a terrifying, transcendent might beyond anything they could have imagined.
Conventional arms—and even thermonuclear weapons—seemed utterly insignificant before such power.
This was truly an earth-shattering clash, a battle straight out of myth and legend.
In the distance, several people held cameras, broadcasting footage of the titanic battle directly onto the internet.
Citizens and Awakened alike stared in dumbfounded awe.
None of them had ever imagined that a fight between Awakened could reach such heights; it was practically a battle among immortals.
Even the extraterrestrial beings looked on in astonishment—not simply at the sheer power unleashed, but at Lu Yuan himself.
They had never expected this man to possess the strength to fight the Saint Realm in a direct, head-on clash.
Up in the sky, Lu Yuan was now locked in battle against the two Void Saints.
He pushed the Jade Emperor Orthodox Heavenly Thunder Art to its peak, its radiance playing against his surging golden blood qi until he resembled a god of war.
Every punch he threw seemed imbued with boundless, cosmic force, sending rumbling thunder rolling through the vault of heaven with each blow.
Facing him, the two Void Saints could not gain the slightest advantage. In fact, they were steadily forced back.
"How can this man be so strong?"
The two exchanged glances, their expressions growing graver by the second.
Though both were currently suppressing their Saint Realm power and could not deploy the full spectrum of their peak abilities, their physical bodies and souls remained grounded in that realm, far surpassing their opponent's.
Yet here they were, showing signs of being pushed back step by step.
"Hold nothing back! Strike with full force and crush him!"
A furious roar rang out from below. It was Lei You, who had just been struck down and hurled into the mountain ranges.
He was now consumed by fury. How could he endure being suppressed by someone an entire realm below him?
Yet this humiliation only made Lei You more certain that this man had to die. Leaving him alive would inevitably invite catastrophic disaster in the future.
Returning to the fray, Lei You unleashed a tempest of raging aura. Beating his wings, he summoned wind and thunder, enshrouding himself in boundless brilliance.
Among the top hundred races of the star sectors, the Celestial Clan's physical prowess and souls were both ranked near the very top.
Lei You now abandoned all hesitation, seeking to deploy his most formidable means to obliterate the human before him in a single stroke.
Lu Yuan, naturally, felt no fear.
He was by no means inferior in that regard.
He threw another punch, colliding directly with Lei You's fist.
*Rumble!*
Instantly, thunder roared, detonating across the heavens.
Yet that was merely the beginning.
The two clashed again, exchanging over a hundred blows in the blink of an eye.
From behind, the two Void Saints did not remain idle either, unleashing their own divine arts.
At that moment, Lu Yuan was besieged by three Saint Realm beings.
For a brief period, he was pushed onto the back foot.
Even so, his stance remained completely unshaken, parrying their onslaught with calm poise.
The clash was astonishing, sprawling hundreds of li from the skies above Mount Tai down into the surrounding wilderness.
The battle raged from the high heavens down into the dense forests.
Dust and stone billowed into the air.
Under such tremendous impact, the earth cracked open, carving deep ravines into the landscape.
Several smaller mountain peaks were pulverized entirely, unable to withstand the sheer force.
"Thunder God Descent!" Lei You suddenly roared.
A colossal figure emerged behind him, also bearing a pair of wings.
Yet this silhouette was so towering and majestic that it resembled an authentic god of thunder.
It condensed into a bolt of lightning a hundred zhang long, slamming straight into Lu Yuan with terrifying destructive power.
Lu Yuan plummeted violently, crashing directly into an abandoned city. Asphalt shattered, and hundreds of high-rises collapsed like brittle tofu, leaving behind a massive crater resembling the impact site of a meteorite.
"King Lu!"
Far away, onlookers turned pale, terrified that Lu Yuan had suffered a fatal blow.
This battle was terrifying beyond belief, already reshaping the terrain of the entire region.
At the bottom of the crater, Lu Yuan stood tall, his garments immaculate and without a speck of dust, showing no trace of distress.
The protection of the Innate Qi Robe elevated his defense to an incredible degree.
Even so, the strike had carried immense force, jolting his internal organs.
"He's still uninjured?" Lei You's face darkened.
Lu Yuan's physical resilience was simply absurd.
Three Saint Realm powerhouses had struck together for so long, yet he had not suffered a scratch.
"Keep pressing!"
The Void Saint of the Origin Demon Clan remained coolheaded. His body swelled again, expanding until he was the size of a mountain, before he stomped down directly toward Lu Yuan.
The Void Saint of the Three-Headed Ghost Clan spat out a mouthful of blood, channeling his full strength into the heavenly halberd until it blazed with dazzling radiance.
Lei You, too, unleashed the taboo divine arts of the Celestial Clan once more.
The three threw caution to the wind, bringing out the absolute peak of power they could muster to crush the man before them once and for all.
Below, Lu Yuan planted his feet on the ground. The Great Sun Smelting Furnace flared, intertwining with his golden blood qi.
Under this overwhelming surge of power, the surrounding earth shook and fractured once more, spreading massive, web-like fissures in all directions.
Yet this time was different. Beyond the Great Sun Smelting Furnace, twenty-eight grotto-heavens manifested behind him, each blessed by the presence of a true god!
The Ancestral Dragon Breathing Method circulated.
Drawing upon these myriad techniques, Lu Yuan met the three Saint Realm combatants with his absolute strongest punch.
*Boom!*
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the world seemed to lose all color.
Everything within thousands of meters was eradicated. Buildings and structures crumbled into fine dust, swallowed up by a silence so profound that even the sound of the explosion vanished.
Above, the combined techniques of the three Saints were shattered by that single strike. All three stumbled backward, their faces pale.
Disbelief and horror were written across their expressions; none of them had anticipated that Lu Yuan held such a formidable trump card.
They had already unleashed the strongest power they could safely summon beneath the Saint Realm, yet he had still repelled it.
Just how monstrous was this human? If he were to achieve Sainthood in the future, how terrifying would he become?
In an instant, an overwhelming intent to kill surfaced within all three. They prepared to join forces once more.
They refused to believe he could unleash another strike of that magnitude.
And even if he could, with their deep Saint Realm foundations, they could simply wear him down until he perished!
No matter what, Lu Yuan had to die this day.
Yet just as that thought formed in their minds, an acute, bone-chilling sense of deadly peril struck their consciousness without warning.
A wave of cold washed through them, as if they had come face-to-face with an unspeakable catastrophe.
*Retreat!*
Without a moment's hesitation, they abandoned their attack, desperately attempting to leap back toward safety.
Unfortunately, one of them was a step too late.
Below, Lu Yuan flashed forward, appearing directly in front of the Three-Headed Ghost Clan's Void Saint.
His expression was cold. Raising his right hand, a ceremonial seal suddenly appeared. Expanding to a hundred zhang across, it blotted out the heavens and smashed down directly upon the Void Saint.
The Fantian Seal!
*Crack!*
The very instant it made contact with the Fantian Seal, the body of the Three-Headed Ghost Clan's Void Saint fractured.
Then, he detonated into a cloud of blood mist, his aura vanishing entirely from the world.
A Saint Realm powerhouse had fallen!
Chapter 161