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Chapter 432 - 486: The Might of Cultivation!

Chapter 432: Chapter 486: The Might of Cultivation!

Chen Nan was shocked, and with a flick of his right hand, he summoned the hidden Hunyuan Sword from within his body.

"Break for me!"

His voice thunderous like a clash of tongues, Chen Nan raised the Killing Sword high, channelling the power of Crack Sky Hand into the Hunyuan Sword, slashing upward against the sky, aiming a powerful strike at the Golden Bell.

"Clang!"

The extremely sharp blade of the sword struck the Golden Bell, emitting a sonorous and heaven-shaking chime.

On the golden surface of the bell, Chen Nan’s unparalleled sword stroke had induced a half-inch deep gash, but this did not impair the bell’s lethal force in the least. Strands of Killing Aura fell, its imposing strength unabated and even rising, seeking to suppress Chen Nan.

Chen Nan was shaken; the power of this bell exceeded his expectations.

He had assumed that by employing the Hunyuan Sword, a single stroke would suffice to shatter the bell. Unexpectedly, it only left a mark, with no effect on the bell’s potency.

"I refuse to believe I can’t smash you!"

Chen Nan snorted coldly, leaped up, and slashed at the bell as he flew towards it.

"Dang..."

"Dang..."

The deafening sound spread far and wide as Chen Nan swung the Killing Sword repeatedly in his hands.

The True Martial Power of the Crack Sky Hand, combined with the ferocity of this Killing Sword, maximized its power to an extreme. After Chen Nan delivered seven consecutive strikes to the bell, it let out a mournful cry. Several cracks appeared on its surface, and it was sent flying backwards.

"Let’s see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Chen Nan’s tone was chilling cold, his body exuding a sky-piercing Killing Aura as he chased the direction in which the bell was flung, his sword poised to continue the assault.

At this moment, Yuan Dong finally saw clearly; the Killing Sword in Chen Nan’s hands was indeed the Hunyuan Sword of their Tianxuan Taoist School.

"You thief, it was indeed you who stole the Hunyuan Sword!" Yuan Dong sneered: "Using a treasure of my Tianxuan Taoist School to fight against me, you are truly foolish. Once I retrieve the Hunyuan Sword from your hands, let’s see how you’ll defend against me!"

The instant his words faded, Yuan Dong was holding a purple gold gourd, chanting a spell aloud.

"Swoosh..."

A flash of gold light, and at the moment Yuan Dong chanted his spell, the Hunyuan Sword in Chen Nan’s hand transformed into a streak of flowing light and flew into the gourd in Yuan Dong’s grasp.

At the same time, the already cracked Golden Bell charged toward Chen Nan once more.

Chen Nan was gathering his strength for an attack, but his Hunyuan Sword suddenly vanished from his hand, his expression changing dramatically. Before he had time to raise his hand in defense, the Golden Bell struck him.

"Dong..."

The bell’s resonance vibrated through the air. Chen Nan’s body was struck by the bell, sending him flying dozens of meters back, crashing through several large trees, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Fortunately, his Martial Body was robust; despite the severe injury, his bones were not broken.

The Magic Treasures of Cultivators were truly too mysterious. The Hunyuan Sword, which had already recognized him as its master through his blood, was easily reclaimed by Yuan Dong; the sudden loss of his weapon had indeed caught him off guard.

"Struck by my Divine Bell, and you’ve sustained only minor injuries; you’re certainly no ordinary Martial Artist," Yuan Dong said casually as he strolled over, manipulating the Golden Bell with a spell to press down on Chen Nan once again.

Although the Golden Bell had developed cracks, now that Chen Nan no longer had the Hunyuan Sword and was injured, Yuan Dong was absolutely confident that he could suppress Chen Nan with just the bell.

"Today, I shall let you witness what true Martial Power is," Chen Nan said coldly, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.

Facing the renewed suppression of the Golden Divine Bell, he didn’t retreat but advanced instead. A gripping Killing Aura swirled around him. With each gesture, he seemed to possess an unrivaled destructive power.

"Clang..."

The True Qi of Crack Sky Hand was deeply contained, as his golden fingers and palm jolted the Golden Divine Bell.

Chen Nan struck the Divine Bell with three consecutive palms, and more cracks appeared on its surface, the Killing Aura emanating from it also diminished slightly.

"Cultivation Treasures, in front of a Martial Artist like me, are nothing but scrap metal!"

Chen Nan sneered and intensified his attack.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Crack..."

After three successive strikes of the Crack Sky Hand, the golden body of the bell couldn’t withstand the destructive force any longer. Cracks continued to spread until it finally shattered, falling to the ground in pieces.

"Pfft..."

As the Big Bell fractured, Yuan Dong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, spurting blood from his mouth as he staggered backward.

"How... how is this possible!"

He ground his teeth in anger, his eyes nearly bursting with rage!

Staring at the scattered pieces of broken metal, he was struck with an unprecedented blow.

This Golden Divine Bell was something he had forged when he first started his Cultivation, and it had grown stronger with his power, becoming a fearsomely powerful artifact over time.

No less than ten people, whether they were Martial Artists of the Ten Layers of Heaven or Cultivators, had died at the hands of this Divine Bell.

Yet now, this once unstoppable Divine Bell had been shattered by the bare hands of a Ninth Layer Heaven Martial Artist.

Although the Divine Bell had already been greatly damaged by the Hunyuan Sword before this, Yuan Dong still found this reality difficult to accept, as he had never considered Martial Artists as anything significant since the beginning of his Cultivation. To him, Martial Artists were just ants, easily crushable ants!

But today, it was exactly a Ninth Layer Heaven "ant" who had shattered his Magic Treasure, which he had refined for more than twenty years.

Detestable! Despicable!

Fury surged in Yuan Dong’s eyes, a thick Killing Aura erupted as he bellowed, "Chen Nan, I swear I’m not human if I don’t chop off your head!"

"You were never human, just a pig. Even without the Hunyuan Sword, killing you would be like slaughtering a pig!" Chen Nan strode forward with the Slaughter God Seven Steps, his figure flashing like lightning, as he charged towards Yuan Dong with incredible speed.

"Die!"

Yuan Dong roared, tossing the Purple Gold Gourd at Chen Nan.

"Whoosh..."

Divine Light flashed, the purple gold gourd suddenly grew dozens of times in size, stretching to four or five meters long, lying horizontally in the air. Its gourd mouth wide open, it emitted an incredibly strong suction force, intending to swallow Chen Nan whole.

As Chen Nan charged forward, he was sucked by the gourd and completely lost control, being drawn upward into the air toward the gourd’s mouth.

What the heck is this thing!

Chen Nan was shocked. The Cultivators’ Magic Treasures were truly bizarre; if he got sucked into the gourd, he feared the worst.

He was certain that the Purple Gold Gourd was not something someone with Yuan Dong’s Cultivation could refine; it must be a Magic Treasure bestowed upon him by an elder of his Sect.

"Drip..."

Five meters from the gourd’s mouth, Chen Nan reached out and grabbed the trunk of a large tree.

"Struggling in vain, it’s all futile. Just wait to be refined by me!" Yuan Dong laughed heartily, his fingers forming a spell, channeling True Qi continuously towards the Purple Gold Gourd, increasing its power.

"Crack..."

A snapping sound rang out; the large tree Chen Nan was holding was uprooted by the suction and flew toward the gourd’s mouth.

Chen Nan’s expression changed drastically; he quickly let go of the tree and exerted all his might in circulating True Qi to resist, but the suction force of the Purple Gold Gourd was too potent. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t compete with it.

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