Xiao Yun frowned and looked at Zhao Wuji in front of him. He planned to deal with Zhao Wuji after killing Jiang Haoran. He didn't expect this guy to be so eager to come and seek death.
Zhao Wuji stared at Xiao Yun with intense eyes, his face full of battle intent as he said, "Encountering the rare Chaos Body in the cultivation world today, even though you haven't fully cultivated the Chaos Body, it's still worth my intervention."
Undoubtedly, this was a battle fanatic, a martial maniac.
Zhao Wuji was indeed very eager for battle. Otherwise, he wouldn't have challenged all the body-refining realm cultivators in the Tyrant Heaven Holy Land alone.
You should know that during the body-refining realm, everyone usually secluded themselves in their sects for cultivation and rarely ventured out.
Only when they reached the Divine Bridge realm and acquired the ability to fly with swords would they venture out for experience and challenges.
Thus, it was evident that Zhao Wuji was truly a martial maniac, born for battle.
But such individuals were also extremely formidable because they possessed rich combat experience and fought with great determination, living and dying for battle.
The Primordial Ancient Holy Body was also known as the Battle Holy Body, and it was no joke.
Among the Ten Supreme Bodies, the Primordial Ancient Holy Body held a special position. It could be weak, even inferior to some second-tier Divine Bodies, or it could be strong enough to challenge the Chaos Body.
In ancient times, there was a powerful Primordial Ancient Holy Body that challenged the Chaos Emperor. Although ultimately defeated by the Chaos Emperor, it achieved the awe-inspiring reputation of the Primordial Ancient Holy Body.
After that, the lineage of the Primordial Ancient Holy Body sought to challenge the Chaos Body in order to cleanse the shame of their past defeats.
Unfortunately, there hasn't been a second Chaos Body since the Chaos Emperor.
Now, having finally encountered the embryonic form of a Chaos Body, how could Zhao Wuji not be moved? The battle intent within him had long been ignited.
"To battle the Chaos Body is the pursuit of my lifetime!"
Zhao Wuji took a step forward, approaching Xiao Yun. His body burst forth with a blazing golden radiance, like a sun merging into his body, making him appear radiant and dazzling.
And behind Zhao Wuji, there was a colossal golden figure, like an ancient war god that transcended the river of time, having traversed the nine heavens and ten earths, exuding a prison-like divine might and overwhelming battle intent.
"Boom!"
With a step forward, Zhao Wuji's immense power caused the ground to sink, creating a terrifying scene of earth-shaking and mountain-trembling.
It seemed as if the ground had been shattered by Zhao Wuji's step. Amidst a violent roar, Zhao Wuji's fist had already appeared in front of Xiao Yun.
It was a pair of golden fists, seemingly crafted from pure gold, radiating a brilliant golden light like a sun, dazzling and captivating.
"War God Fist!"
Zhao Wuji shouted explosively as an overwhelming force erupted from his fist, resembling a surging river rushing toward Xiao Yun.
The golden war god behind him also unleashed a punch, accompanied by immense power that was terrifyingly shocking.
"Nine Transformations Tyrant Fist!"
Xiao Yun sneered and activated the "Nine Transformations Tyrant Fist," unleashing his full power of 900,000 jin.
His punch was extremely terrifying, like thunder striking down, a giant axe cleaving a mountain, or a waterfall descending in a straight line, rushing for thousands of miles.
This momentum was too formidable and overbearing, no one could withstand such a domineering force. Under Xiao Yun's punch, even gods and ghosts would have to submit.
Almost instantly, Xiao Yun elevated his spirit and reached the peak state. His punch enveloped the entire world, making it impossible for Zhao Wuji to evade.
Of course, Zhao Wuji wouldn't dodge either; his battle intent surged within him.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Both of them shouted in unison, and then they began to fight each other, like two prehistoric tyrannosaurs, constantly battling with unparalleled intensity and ferocity.
The visceral nature of this fight was incredibly intense and deeply shocking, leaving onlookers in awe.
However, Jiang Haoran, who had been injured by Xiao Yun earlier, took advantage of this opportunity to escape and disappeared into the distant jungle.
He was well aware that staying here would only bring him misfortune. He might even be killed by Xiao Yun. It was better to leave first.
Xiao Yun also noticed Jiang Haoran's escape, but he didn't have a chance to chase after him. The current Zhao Wuji in front of him couldn't be dealt with in a moment.
"Since he has escaped, I'll subdue you first!"
Xiao Yun looked coldly at Zhao Wuji and immediately activated the thirty colorful pillars behind him. These manifestations of the Great Dao erupted with terrifying energy, making his fists even more scorching.
As Xiao Yun activated the manifestations behind him, Zhao Wuji knew that the situation was not favorable. He had already used his manifestations earlier and still couldn't defeat Xiao Yun. Now that Xiao Yun was activating his manifestations again, how could he resist?
As expected...
With Xiao Yun's manifestations, the terrifying force of his punch was like shattering the heavens and earth, crushing everything in its path. It seemed as though the world had exploded, with unparalleled power.
In that instant, Zhao Wuji felt isolated and helpless. Everything around him disappeared. Even the sky and earth vanished, plunging everything into boundless darkness. Only a fist remained, intimidating the heavens and earth as it struck towards him.
In this realm of darkness, Xiao Yun was a god of invincible warfare, an unparalleled ruler, a supreme king who commanded all.
"Boom!"
As Xiao Yun's fist descended, Zhao Wuji felt his arms trembling violently. His tiger's mouth cracked, and his body, like a tree uprooted from the ground, was hurled away like a bullet.
"Spurt!"
While being thrown backward, Zhao Wuji spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.
Clearly, in a head-on battle, he was no match for Xiao Yun and had been defeated by him.
"Swish!" At this moment, Emperor Li Cheng, who had been healing from a distance, disappeared as if he teleported, vanishing into thin air.
However, Xiao Yun felt a strong sense of crisis emanating from behind him.
"Want to ambush me? Hmph, I've been on guard against you!" Xiao Yun sneered in his heart. Li Cheng wanted to ambush him just like before, but he underestimated Xiao Yun.
Xiao Yun had been on guard against Li Cheng all along. After all, this person's strength surpassed that of both Zhao Wuji and Jiang Haoran.
Sure enough, Xiao Yun's guess was correct. At this critical moment, Li Cheng launched a surprise attack from behind.
His speed was incredibly fast, even faster than lightning, akin to teleportation.
However, just as Li Cheng was about to reach Xiao Yun, a dazzling light rose from the surroundings, forming a field that enveloped the entire area, covering Xiao Yun and Li Cheng within it.
"It's a formation!" someone exclaimed from a distance.
Li Cheng was also shocked because he felt that the surrounding space had seemingly solidified, slowing down his speed significantly.
Moreover, countless silver flying knives shot from all directions, covering Li Cheng.
"I've been waiting for you to fall into the trap!"
Xiao Yun stared coldly at Li Cheng, who was trapped in the formation.