The battlefield was in chaos. Blood and Qi explosions filled the air, the clash of warriors echoing across the war-torn landscape. But all of it became meaningless the moment Jiang Chen pushed the Starshadow Body to its limit, channeling his Chaos Qi to support his divine physique.
A deeper blue sigil of the void appeared on his forehead, his golden-amber eyes shifting to an eerie astral glow, swirling with space and darkness. The aura he exuded was beyond suffocating—it was consuming.
The Blooddragon Brotherhood warriors who had been fighting seconds earlier suddenly hesitated, their instincts screaming at them to flee.
Yan Zixian's face twisted in shock. "What… What the hell is that?!"
Jiang Chen smirked.
"This?" he asked, raising his hand as Chaos Qi coiled around his fingers like living serpents. "This is me getting serious."
BOOOOOOM!
The moment he moved, reality distorted.
Jiang Chen disappeared from sight. Not through mere speed, but through Voidwalker—his form vanished into the void itself, existing between realms for an instant before reappearing right in front of Yan Zixian.
Yan barely had time to raise his spear before—
BOOOOOOM!
Jiang Chen's palm strike, infused with Chaos Qi and the Heaven Sundering Palm technique, collapsed the air around it—a force so overwhelming that the very ground cratered beneath them.
Yan Zixian was launched dozens of meters away, slamming into a crumbling stone pillar.
He coughed violently, blood staining his once-pristine robes. His body screamed in pain, but his mind was in even greater turmoil.
"What the fuck…" he gasped, his hands trembling. "This is impossible…!"
Jiang Chen's figure blurred forward again, his Voidwalker ability making him untouchable. His chaos-infused Starshadow energy twisted through space, making him appear in multiple locations at once, illusions and reality blending together.
Yan Zixian gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand. "I… I won't lose to you!"
"Blooddragon Awakens!"
Yan Zixian's body exploded with blood-red Qi, his dragon-themed battle technique surging to its maximum. A massive, spectral blood-colored dragon coiled behind him, its crimson eyes glowing with rage.
He roared, thrusting his spear forward. "DIE!"
"CRIMSON DRAGON SPEAR!"
A devastating torrent of blood-imbued Qi erupted from his spear, the massive dragon projection lunging toward Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen laughed.
His Chaos Qi surged, mixing with his void abilities, and in the next instant—he disappeared.
Yan Zixian's eyes widened. "Where did he—?"
"Too slow."
BOOOOOM!
Jiang Chen reappeared above him, his hand engulfed in pure annihilation energy. His voice rang across the battlefield:
"HEAVEN SUNDERING CHAOS PALM!"
The space around Jiang Chen's palm collapsed inward, his Chaos Qi warping everything in its radius. As he struck downward, the force tore apart Yan Zixian's technique.
The Blooddragon projection let out a final, dying roar before it was completely erased from existence.
Yan Zixian's spear shattered upon impact.
His body was sent rocketing across the battlefield, smashing through stone, earth, and blood-soaked terrain. He coughed blood violently, his bones cracking under the sheer pressure of Jiang Chen's attack.
He was finished.
Silence followed.
The Blooddragon Brotherhood warriors froze. Their leader had just been obliterated.
Jiang Chen stood atop a shattered rock, his aura still flaring, his presence still suffocating. He looked down at Yan Zixian's barely-conscious body with a smirk.
"You talked too much," he said coldly.
The Blooddragon Brotherhood members, once so arrogant, now stood trembling. Their leader was finished. The battle was over.
Then—
A golden streak of sword light erupted across the battlefield.
Jiang Chen turned just in time to see Qin Tian unsheathing his sword, his aura completely transformed.
His once steady presence had now become razor-sharp, his body exuding the essence of a divine blade.
And then—
He vanished.
The next moment, a storm of sword slashes ripped across the battlefield, cutting down multiple Blooddragon Brotherhood elites in an instant.
Qin Tian took a step back and raised his sword.
His voice rang clear, powerful, and absolute.
"FIRMAMENT SWORD!"
"SLASH!"
BOOOOOOOOM!
A single golden slash descended like divine judgment.
Space seemed to warp around the slash as it tore its way through the battlefield.
The ground itself split apart, and in an instant—the remaining Blooddragon Brotherhood warriors were completely overwhelmed.
Their last remnants of resistance collapsed under Qin Tian's supreme swordsmanship.
Within seconds, the Blooddragon Brotherhood was no more.
Silence fell over the battlefield once again.
Feng Yuechan, standing with her faction in the distance, narrowed her golden eyes. "That sword technique…" she murmured. "It was… perfect."
Jiang Chen, watching Qin Tian return to their side, smirked. "Not bad, swordsman."
Qin Tian flicked his blade, shaking off the blood. "Not bad yourself."
Bai Muchen stretched, cracking his knuckles. "Looks like we've got one less faction to worry about."
Xiao Dong laughed. "Holy shit, that was satisfying to watch!"
Then—
The sky trembled.
The celestial voice returned.
"Only nine shrines remain."
The battlefield was still littered with corpses, blood, and shattered weapons, but for now—it was silent.
Jiang Chen exhaled, finally withdrawing his Starshadow Body form. His Chaos Qi settled, though the violent force still crackled in the air around him.
Qin Tian sheathed his sword, Bai Muchen relaxed, and Xiao Dong grinned.
Their first war had ended.
And they had won.