Chapter 436 - Blood, Bone & Samsara (1/2)

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Shin Xuanji's aura was torrential and vigorous. A surging wave of sanguine and white-ash color erupted from his powerful body. Yan Zaizen's eyes narrowed. The Shin Xuanji of before was barely present. The current him stood at a height rivaling his own, while his musculature was defined and epic. He seemed like an Immortal of legend, forged from blood and slaughter.

Yan Zaizen felt slaughter within his aura as well. It was fearsome and heart-throbbing, and it faintly rivaled his own peerless tyrannical aura. It was as if he lived and ruled the battlefield.

A God of War.

This was the feeling he exuded. Furthermore, his face that was already handsome was clearly more matured yet the contours were clear and sharp along with his eyes. He had grown from the little boy who escaped the slaughter of his clan to becoming an existence that dominated his world.

”Come.” Shin Xuanji's voice was deeper than before, rippling with force and daunting momentum.

Yan Zaizen smiled. His aura was not the slightest bit weaker on intensity. While the Immortal Herculean Method did not focus on vital energies, his vital aura was abundant and terrifyingly explosive.

He didn't wait a single moment more.

Boom!

He stepped forward, the space beneath his feet compressed and exploded, and his body turned into an extreme shadowy figure as he sped forward. Even space keened at his movements, his every action putting pressure on everything. His momentum was endless, roiling into his fist as he launched it forth.

This fist was like a planet, at least capable of shattering one.

Shin Xuanji calmly stood. He didn't even move. With his palm outstretched, he intended to meet Yan Zaizen's fist. In the time it took a spark to leave a flint, flesh met flesh, fist met palm.

BOOM!!!

A chaotic wave of pure force exploded with the two figures as the epicenter. Yan Zaizen's large fist was held firmly in Shin Xuanji's palm. Shin Xuanji's fingers were wrapped solidly around Yan Zaizen's fist, and violent light of multiple and nearly indistinguishable colors started to rapidly flash and flood the world around them.

In the world below, it was as if a star had just ignited and covered tainted the skies with its colorful brilliant.

Yan Zaizen felt as if he met an unbreakable wall. His blood seethed and his bones trembled. Now that he was directly before Shin Xuanji, he felt a better understanding of his cultivation base. ”Fourth-Floor? Blood Heavenly Shrine and a Bone Heavenly Shrine? Furthermore, you're a Fiendgod?! Rank...Five?”

He was swift in his analytical determination. Shin Xuanji had not only reached the Fourth Floor of the Heavenly Genesis Realm with two separate Heavenly Shrines, but he had cultivated the Fiendgod Path to the Fourth Rank.

Shin Xuanji had similarly felt Yan Zaizen's cultivation base with that clash. Within his eyes that radiated bloody slaughter, confusion flashed. He couldn't comprehend how Yan Zaizen could be so physically strong without a Fiendgod Cultivation Base.

Those who cultivated the Fiendgod Path typically had specific types of vital energies. Such as fire, sword, or space that typically correlated with the Heavenly Laws. They cultivated refining their bloodline powers and thus required this. Yet, Yan Zaizen's vital energy was pure, unfathomably pure.

However, this confusion lasted for but a moment. He didn't simply block, but struck. His leg was like a whip as it violently whistled through space, kicking high up to hit Yan Zaizen's skull.

Bang!

Yan Zaizen used his free hand to block the kick. The sheer pressure nearly caused him to move a millimeter away, but he held his own, refusing to budge any distance.

Woosh!

He retaliated with his own kick. A spartan kick as he struck fiercely at Shin Xuanji's torso. The force behind this kick could topple mountains in mere moments. Shin Xuanji didn't dare to neglect this strike at such a close-range, but with white-ash and sanguine light effusing from his eyes, he refused to bulge also.

His heavenly shrines revolved as boundless heavenly might roiled endless around his body. Before long, his entire body was coated in bloody bone-like materials. It was as if a larger skeletal frame of himself was tightly hugging his body, with ribs protecting his torso. They dripped with liquid blood that seemed to emanate from the harshest hell.

Those protruding ribs met Yan Zaizen's kick. Outside of a slight shift in their alignment, the bones held. Furthermore, the ribs started to pulsate a surging cylindrical beam of light that shot towards Yan Zaizen's chest.

Yan Zaizen smirked. With a twist of his body, he forcefully pulled his fist from Shin Xuanji's fist and simultaneously pushed away his leg. He was like a whirlwind as he swiftly rotated, a spinning kick was unleashed during that and collided with the skeletal skull that protected Shin Xuanji's head.

Crack!

The bones shattered instantly.

Shin Xuanji's eyes constricted as he retreated a meter of distance away. Luckily, the skull had delayed Yan Zaizen's kick long enough for him to do so. When he did, his eyes were sharp and suffused with slaughter might.