A towering mountain descended upon the arena, instantly crushing the imposing aura of the demon god that
Gao Zhan's expression stiffened at the sight—he was clearly shocked. But a savage grin quickly spread across his face. "Kid, you can't win just by summoning a golden mountain based on its size alone. You want to compare size? Then let's compare!"
With a shake of both hands, the Blood-Drinking Demon God Blade surged with terrifying force. A demon god phantom leaped straight from the crimson shadow, growing with the wind until it stretched dozens of zhang tall, standing face to face against the Primordial Magnetic Gold Mountain.
Gao Zhan chanted rapidly, "Shatter it for me!"
The demon god phantom surged through the air, its arms—each twenty to thirty zhang long—reaching out to seize the Primordial Magnetic Gold Mountain.
The Primordial Magnetic Gold Mountain swelled with the wind and plummeted with gathering momentum, hurtling straight down toward the demon god phantom.
Seeing the mountain bearing down, the phantom switched from grasping to bracing, catching the Primordial Magnetic Gold Mountain head-on. Its arms, forged of bronze and iron, heaved with tremendous strength and flung the mountain away—or tried to.
Jiang Chen guided the mountain with a gesture. It plunged downward again, unmoved by the attempt.
Gao Zhan refused to be outdone. He hurled the Blood-Drinking Demon God Blade into the air. It flew on the wind and landed in the demon god phantom's grip. The phantom seized the blade, gathered every ounce of its power, and brought it crashing down upon the Primordial Magnetic Gold Mountain.
The strike split heaven and earth, its momentum staggering. It carried an overwhelming force—one that could cleave mountains and sever rivers.
Jiang Chen saw it clearly. A tremendous burst of Primordial Magnetic Force erupted from around the mountain, lashing out to entwine the demon god phantom.
The blade fell even as the binding force of the Primordial Magnetic Force swept in to meet it.
Clang!
The blade struck the Primordial Magnetic Force. The binding power was severed by the cut, but the body of the Primordial Magnetic Gold Mountain itself was unharmed.
Jiang Chen was genuinely astonished that a single strike from the demon god phantom could cleave through the Primordial Magnetic Force.
He sharpened his focus, pushing his divine sense to its absolute limit, and shouted, "How can I let it hog the spotlight? Come forth!"
With a guiding gesture from Jiang Chen, a figure rose from the golden currents inside the Primordial Magnetic Gold Mountain—a puppet, standing tall at last.
The Golden Seal Lord, having been tempered for so long, finally entered the fray.
The first time Jiang Chen had seen the Golden Seal Lord, he had been stunned by its body of cast bronze and forged iron. This time, the Golden Seal Lord's form was ten times more imposing than before.
From every angle, it was a complete match for the demon god phantom.
Most importantly, the Golden Seal Lord's Dharma Body was real—a true construct of spiritual substance. The demon god phantom might have been an ancient demon god in its original form, with power potentially greater than the Golden Seal Lord's, but at this moment it was nothing more than a phantom projection. Its might was formidable, but it could not surpass the corporeal Golden Seal Lord.
Two metal-attribute giants finally faced off in the sky above.
The battle plunged heaven and earth into darkness.
Jiang Chen and Gao Zhan themselves had become mere spectators. Driving the Wrath of the Demon God was enormously taxing on Gao Zhan's true body, and Jiang Chen's extreme exertion of divine sense exacted a similar toll.
Both fought with absolute concentration, not daring to let their focus waver for even an instant.
Jiang Chen had long possessed a thorough understanding of Gao Zhan's strength. So when he saw these techniques, he was not particularly surprised.
But Gao Zhan had no such thorough understanding of Jiang Chen's strength. To see his ultimate trump card—something he had spent years mastering—being met head-on by his opponent in such an evenly matched fashion was staggering.
And from the looks of it, he was holding his own at best, without claiming any real advantage. How could Gao Zhan not be shaken?
"Could this kid really be what the rumors say—a piece on the board cultivated by the Peacock Great Emperor? The true Young Master of Peacock Sacred Mountain?"
For a moment, even Gao Zhan, who never bothered with such gossip, couldn't help entertaining the thought. He had sparred with geniuses from Peacock Sacred Mountain before.
Except for the former
But Young Master Fan had already perished. So Gao Zhan had assumed that with his strength, he could steamroll every genius in the Peacock Sacred Mountain lineage.
Perhaps one of them might match him evenly, but the rest would be swept aside without question.
This would be an enormous advantage for the Shura Great Emperor's faction.
Yet now, Gao Zhan found it impossible to be optimistic. The Wrath of the Demon God was already his strongest technique.
He might have other moves.
But in terms of destructive power, nothing else compared to the Wrath of the Demon God.
If even this ultimate technique couldn't secure victory—if his energy was pushed to its limit—they would at best fight to a draw. He would have no chance of winning.
What could he do?
Behind Gao Zhan's seemingly calm exterior, hairline cracks were beginning to form.
He had never imagined that deploying his strongest trump card would still fail to suppress his opponent.
"I can't believe this kid is actually this powerful. Even the Wrath of the Demon God can't keep him down. If this keeps up, once my energy is completely drained, the best I can hope for is mutual destruction!"