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Chapter 755 - 755 715 The Might of the Nine Heavens Profound Fire_1

755: Chapter 715: The Might of the Nine Heavens Profound Fire_1 755: Chapter 715: The Might of the Nine Heavens Profound Fire_1 Lu Chuan activated his Indestructible Golden Eye Pupil, launching a Divine Soul Attack that created an opening for his next offensive move.

Lu Wu clutched his forehead, his face twisted in pain; he shook his head to clear it somewhat.

However, Lu Chuan had already charged to his side, swinging the Soul Terminating Sword toward his chest.

Lu Wu looked up to suddenly find Lu Chuan right in front of his eyes, startling him on the spot.

He hurriedly stepped back while raising his battle axe to block in front of him.

Still, Lu Chuan’s speed was a step faster, and his sword directly struck Lu Wu’s chest.

Clang!

The sharp blade hit his golden armor, sparking a dazzling array of sparks.

Lu Chuan felt the blade halt slightly; although it had worn down Lu Wu’s golden armor, it failed to penetrate.

Thus, that strike effectively did nothing.

Lu Chuan quickly retreated to open the distance, not daring to stay too close to Lu Wu for long.

The armor that Lu Wu wore was no ordinary set; Lu Chuan’s Soul Terminating Sword could not easily break through it, creating an injury would likely not be an easy task.

Lu Wu glared at Lu Chuan, bellowing, “Your trifling tricks have no effect on me—you’re courting death!”

With a roar, he rushed toward Lu Chuan.

Fueled by anger, his charge became even more ferocious, and in almost an instant, he was upon Lu Chuan.

Gripping the end of the axe handle, he rotated his body, swinging the battle axe horizontally toward Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan could clearly see the blood-red glow on the blade of Lu Wu’s axe.

The force of this attack was fierce; Lu Chuan would not dare to meet it head-on.

If he did, he feared he would suffer severe injury.

It wasn’t just that Lu Wu possessed immense strength, qualifying him as one in ten thousand of the Martial Saint Realm.

His gear was also all first-rate.

It couldn’t be compared to the equipment worn by those in the Martial Emperor Realm from Myriad Stars City.

That’s why Lu Chuan’s previous strike had not breached Lu Wu’s armor.

Lu Chuan looked down at the Soul Terminating Sword in his hand—if he could unseal this precious sword, perhaps he could inflict damage on Lu Wu’s Battle Soul.

Unfortunately, at the moment, the Soul Terminating Sword in Lu Chuan’s hand was only effective against evil spirits.

Lu Chuan gazed at Lu Wu, saying, “The gear you’re wearing is quite good, it’s taken you to a level of strength that doesn’t belong to you.”

Lu Chuan could tell that Lu Wu’s fighting style was barbaric and crude, habits left from the battlefield.

In a top-tier clash between powerful warriors, what mattered were the details and the judgment of timing.

Lu Chuan chose to momentarily avoid the confrontation, using the Supreme Phantom Dodge martial arts skill to quickly increase the distance between them, after which he summoned the Nine Heavens Profound Fire into his palms.

The colorful flames appeared within Lu Chuan’s palms, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Lu Wu’s axe swing missed, and he halted to look towards Lu Chuan, scornfully shouting, “Nothing but a coward who runs away!”

Then, his gaze landed on the Nine Heavens Profound Fire in Lu Chuan’s palm.

“What kind of odd flame is this?”

He asked with a hint of astonished suspicion.

The strange represented the unknown; he needed to be extra cautious.

With the Divine Fire of the Sun he had encountered before, he knew at a glance what the characteristics, effects, and uses of the flame were.

But this flame, as colorful as a rainbow, perplexed him and he couldn’t figure out its effects.

Lu Chuan just smiled faintly and, without saying much, enveloped the sword in the flames.

Although he hadn’t caused additional wounds, if the flames adhered to Lu Wu’s body, they could still inflict significant damage.

Killing Lu Wu with the Nine Heavens Profound Fire was almost an impossible feat.

But to cripple an arm?

That was still within the realm of possibility!

Lu Chuan swung his Soul Terminating Sword covered in raging flames, sending a Sword Qi slicing toward Lu Wu’s direction.

The Sword Qi, with its roaring inferno, flew towards Lu Wu at great speed.

The dazzling firelight dazzled the onlookers.

Such brilliant and colorful flames were something none of those present had ever seen before.

Boom!!

The fire arrived in an instant, the Sword Qi carrying the Nine Heavens Profound Fire was three to four meters wide and incredibly fast.

It was nearly impossible for Lu Wu to dodge it.

Unless he shed his armor to enhance his agility, that was the only possibility.

As the flames approached, Lu Wu knew they were no ordinary fire; he certainly wasn’t going to sit still and accept his fate.

He gripped the handle of his battle axe tightly and began to wield it with force.

“Axe Blade Storm!”

He roared, swinging the battle axe and starting to sweep around in circles.

Then, from the blade of the axe, gusts of wind lashed out, attempting to catch the storm to fend off Lu Chuan’s fiery Sword Qi.

His actions were not without effect; the fire’s momentum weakened significantly, but still could not stop the Sword Qi’s onslaught.

Boom!!

The Sword Qi struck Lu Wu’s chest, the severe impact forcing him to take several steps back, almost staggering to the ground.

He quickly stabilized his body and began to slap the flames on himself.

At that moment, some flames spread to a wound on Lu Wu’s left shoulder.

Boom!!

The fire at the wound seemed to find fuel, flaring up vigorously, with a pillar of flame rising one to two meters tall.

In that instant, Lu Wu experienced an unprecedented excruciating pain.

Even on the battlefield, carrying grievous injuries, he had never suffered such agony.

He hurriedly lifted his hand to cover the wound, his expression turning ferocious as he plunged into endless pain.

He clenched his teeth tightly, trying not to scream, lest he lose all face in front of his subordinates.

The intense pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat all over his body.

His muscles felt sore and weak, forcing him to kneel on one knee as sweat poured from his forehead like rain.

He sucked in a few breaths of cold air and looked towards Lu Chuan again, his eyes darkening.

“Bastard, you’re playing dirty tricks, huh?

Speak!

What exactly did you do?”

He demanded angrily.

Lu Chuan spread his hands nonchalantly and said, “That’s not a dirty trick; it’s just a feature of my precious sword.

You just didn’t know it.”

“Besides, I’m under no obligation to explain it to you, am I?”

“Again, you don’t even deserve to know about my possessions!”

Lu Chuan continued, “How about it, can you lift your left arm?”

Lu Wu clenched his teeth, grinding his molars fiercely.

The cold sweat on his forehead kept dripping, soaking his clothes.

He forced himself back to his feet and stared directly at Lu Chuan.

“A mere scratch, not worth mentioning!”

He pushed himself to stand, but in reality, his entire left shoulder was almost necrotic, and he could barely move his left arm freely.

With his right hand clutching the axe handle, he stared at Lu Chuan, as if making a certain resolution.

Lu Chuan noticed something off about him, as if he had a heroic readiness to die.

Could it be he was planning to stake his own life for a final desperate move?

If so, what method would he resort to for this last stand?