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—— Boom!

With a thunderous noise that seemed to split heaven and earth, a globe of light exploded, perhaps an illusion.

A blazing white beam of light shot out at breakneck speed, instantly ionizing and evaporating the air, which then further heated and expanded. Swirls of purplish-black plasma wound around it, spreading outward.
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The ground, already compacted by the battle, crumbled and sank even more, dirt flying everywhere, creating a long trench-like ravine.

In King Dingxuan's view, the whole world was suddenly divided into light and darkness. On one side, where the beam enveloped, it was extremely bright. On his side, contrasted by the intense light, it was unbearably cold and pitch-black, like a howling wind bringing a rolling threat of death.

Dodge!

Must dodge!

If he chose to take the hit, he would die!

A powerful sense of danger surged from every cell in King Dingxuan's body, flaring with every thought that flashed by.

"Stabilize!" Bloodshot eyes erupted from him, as fresh blood flowed out like little snakes from his mouth and nose.

This was him pushing his spiritual potential to the utmost, using Mystic Sky Divine Light once more to solidify the space in front of him momentarily. Then King Dingxuan's figure blurred, and at that instant of blur, the surging Atomic Torrent swept across, pounding heavily on the broad sandy beaches of the riverbank behind him.

Rumbling!

Even though Su Heng consciously controlled the power, the destruction from the breath was still terrifying.

A dark red mushroom cloud rose slowly into the sky, the shockwave compressing the air and sweeping up gravel to form a pitch-black sandstorm that instantly swept across the entire city.

The sunlight at dawn was suddenly obscured as if night had descended. The ground vibrated with a hum, ripples appeared on the river's surface, and waves several meters high surged and crashed, creating a thunderous roar, painting a scene as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Although King Dingxuan dodged the strike, he was still caught in the shockwave and the terrible heat radiation.

The latter further weakened his immortality. Blood oozed from every pore on his body, and his eyes were a bloody red, ferocious and horrifying.

Before he could recover, Su Heng had already leapt forward with a step.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of fist shadows drove a force as powerful as a mountain torrent toward King Dingxuan in a furious barrage. The latter parried, counterattacked, and fought with Su Heng. They went from the vast sandy ground below Xuantiang Palace to the surface of the river and then from the river to the mountains.

The continuous explosions sounded like rolling thunder, coming one after the other non-stop. Qinglan River was thousands of meters wide, but under the sweep of the collision's aftermath, the water was first lifted entirely into the air and then crashed down heavily, a truly exaggerated scene.

Moreover, as time passed, more and more powerful beings gathered on both sides of the battlefield to watch.

Su Heng even faintly sensed the presence of several beings above Heavenly Deceit, like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, with ill intentions and emitting a cold aura. They seemed to be adversaries of King Dingxuan, wanting to take this opportunity to strike in secret and then frame the deed on Su Heng.

And the clash between Su Heng and King Dingxuan had reached a fever pitch, both sides struggling to gain the upper hand.

Su Heng had a stronger physique, greater attack power, and thicker blood, with Fusion Breath as a powerful weapon in his arsenal. But King Dingxuan's reaction speed was faster, and with preparation, it was hard for Su Heng's breath to hit again. Plus, the unexpected strikes of Mystic Sky Divine Light also gave Su Heng a headache, often leaving him beaten and bloodied.

However, Su Heng also faintly noticed.

King Dingxuan did not seem to be at his peak at the moment; the subsequent uses of Mystic Sky Divine Light caused him limited damage, mere superficial wounds.

Honestly, if he wanted to kill King Dingxuan, there was one last method in his heart.

That was to release all the accumulated thermal energy in his second heart at once, detonating it directly below his feet. The explosion it caused would be faster than King Dingxuan's reaction speed, and at that moment, even if he did not die, he would be severely injured.

But in doing so—

With an uncontrollable force, Su Heng himself would also be severely wounded, falling into an extremely weakened state.

And the battlefield was not far from a large city like Xuantiang Palace.

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The aftermath of the nuclear explosion, even if not enough to destroy an entire city, was certainly capable of taking the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

Though Su Heng was not exactly a good person, he could not bring himself to gratuitously increase the slaughter, at least for the moment. And from a distance, on a desolate mountain in Qimu State, a black sun was lit, where Qin Shunying, Li Hongxiu, and others, with the little golden crow, hastily arrived, fearful that Su Heng might encounter an unforeseen disaster here.

"Ultimately, it's still because of my own lack of strength," Su Heng sighed inwardly, as his boiling killing intent gradually subsided a bit.

If his physique were stronger, his spiritual foundation richer, enough to be immune to the control of the Mystic Sky Divine Light, then even without the enhancement from the second heart, Su Heng might have been able to fight barehanded against the Heavenly King. Instead of feeling timid and helpless like now.

Moreover, as far as he knew.

Among the Heavenly Kings, King Qingyang was far from a strong contender, having only recently stepped into this realm.

Boom!

Another collision occurred, and the two figures each retreated to their respective positions.

Clang!

The sound of a blade unsheathing suddenly pierced the air.

A gray-black Sword Qi flashed by, splitting the entire sky in two. The thousands of kilometers wide Qinglan River was also bisected, and the mere fact it cut the river was nothing. What was more terrifying was the gray-black Sword Qi, so concentrated it did not disperse, and the river water, unable to heal for a long time, cascaded into a waterfall, emitting a roaring thunder.

Su Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not feel threatened by this Sword Qi.

On the other hand, King Qingyang, with furrowed brows, looked somewhat ugly.

Su Heng made a "Hmph" sound, turned back to look.

And saw on the desolate mountain, a middle-aged man in a black robe with gray hair, a robust body, a bamboo hat on his head, a wine gourd on his waist, a blade of grass in his mouth, with seven parts of casualness and three parts of handsomeness, leisurely sheathing his long sword.

"Let it end here, young friend," the bamboo hat swordsman said with a bright laugh. "With such cultivation at your young age, it's truly fearsome. There's a long future ahead. Perhaps, when your divine power is fully accomplished, breaking through the barrier of life and death, you could come back and settle this feud. Wouldn't that be delightful?"

"Haha, you speak well, but who are you?" Su Heng sensed benevolence from this person.

Moreover, from a distance, there was a flicker of blue flames in the sky.

It was none other than another shape formed by the spirit of one of the thirteen states' Heavenly Kings—King Qingyang, Zhang Qizhen.

King Qingyang had raised a rebellion, grown in strength, and openly betrayed the empire with much more terrifying power than King Qingyang. His attitude was mysterious, friend or foe, it was unclear. But how could Su Heng dare entrust his safety to someone else?

Therefore, the matter of today could only end here.

The appearance of this black-robed swordsman was in fact just providing both Su Heng and King Qingyang with a way to step down.

"Haha!" As Su Heng's gaze fell, the black-robed swordsman laughed heartily, saying, "I am Meng Huan, the current Sword Master of the Wuji Sword Sect. I am grateful to you, young friend, for aiding my Sect's Disciple at the Fahwang Temple."

"It was nothing but a small effort," Su Heng replied with a slight nod.

Then, he turned around, looking down from on high at King Qingyang, and said with a cold smile, "You are gravely injured and far from your peak. Even if I were to kill you, it would be pointless. Wait until your wounds have fully healed, and you've returned to your victorious state, then we can have a thorough fight and resolve our feud."

"You think you're sparing my life?" King Qingyang said with a cold glint in his eyes, bristling with anger.

"You can see it that way," Su Heng replied calmly, "Of course, if you wish to continue fighting, I'm indifferent, ready to accompany you at any time."

"The ignorant know no fear." The two locked eyes, the air thick with tension.

In the end, King Qingyang shook his head slightly, dropping a harsh statement, "When we meet next time, I'll grant you a swift end."

With that, his figure flashed, turning into a streak of blue light, and just like that, he disappeared from the battlefield.

As King Qingyang left in defeat, the ripples stirred by today's events began to spread slowly and cause a mighty uproar throughout the realm!