Chapter 245: Against a Young Heavenly God [2]

Without even drawing his sword at first, Yu Xuan invoked the second form of the [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family].Qi and intent surged, forming countless crimson arcs in the air.

Each slash tore across space, curving unpredictably.

He executed the form again, then again — until the sky itself shimmered under the storm of red.

The Young Heavenly God responded instantly, wings flaring wide as golden light burst forth.

He shot upward, the barrage of slashes raining beneath him.

When they struck the ground, they vanished, simply ceasing to exist.

But before he could relax, his instinct screamed.

Out of empty space, one of those vanished slashes reappeared, right before his eyes.

There was no warning. No fluctuation of Qi. No spatial distortion.

Just the impossible, the same slash, rematerialized.

As if a miracle had occurred.

The next instant, the Young Heavenly God was slammed into the ground, dust exploding outward in a violent shockwave.

He was stunned, not by the damage, but the impossibility.

How could an attack that vanished upon striking the earth reappear from nowhere?

Even his divine senses hadn’t registered it.

It was not teleportation.

Not time delay.

It was as if the strike had chosen when to exist.

A miracle — or a nightmare.

Then, the Young Heavenly God made a decision.

His golden armour flared, sigils igniting across its surface, shapes of the sword and spear glimmered.

Two weapons materialized in his hands.

Yu Xuan took a few steps back, eyes narrowing.

A white sword appeared in his hand, the Heaven Grade treasure his father had once given him.

The blade’s pristine light turned crimson as his Qi and intent fused perfectly, harmonizing into one.

Then, atop the sword’s edge, a faint purple flame flickered into existence.

The Chaos Flame.

He tested it with a casual swing.

SWOOSH!

A single arc of energy erupted.

The ground beneath split open, forming deep burning cracks that hissed with residual chaos.

The Young Heavenly God’s brow twitched.

So the mortal wanted to show off?

Very well.

His own energy soared.

The sword and spear in his hands resonated with one another, harmonization spreading through his entire being, now the weapons were his extension of the body.

A golden flame blazed to life around him, forming a radiant crown atop his head.

His aura roared skyward, melting the air around them.

Yu Xuan’s brows twitched in response and then they moved.

BOOM!

A cataclysmic sound tore through the world.

They collided with such perfection that it looked effortless — as if technique itself had vanished, leaving only pure comprehension behind.

No flashy moves, no exaggerated energy, only devastation as space twisted and cracked under the aftermath.

The Chaos Flames clashed with the Divine Golden Fire, and where they met, the air burned black.

Tiny rifts appeared, miniature spatial fissures scattered like brushstrokes across the sky.

Yu Xuan fought with only one sword, while the Young Heavenly God wielded both sword and spear.

Yet their techniques matched evenly.

The only difference was the vessel.

And Yu Xuan’s body was beginning to show the strain.

He suddenly leapt back, creating distance, and performed the third form of the [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family].

Formless Infinite Sword Slashes.

The world turned monochrome for an instant.

Then — a single red line appeared in Yu Xuan’s vision.

The reality itself seemed to slice open as the slash cut through space, heading straight for the Young Heavenly God.

But just before it struck, the god’s armour flared brilliantly.

Thousands of miniature shields emerged, tiny, hexagonal, like a honeycomb, forming a seamless barrier.

The impact struck like thunder.

The god was hurled backward, crashing through the air until his wings unfolded to stabilize him.

He exhaled slowly, a smile forming on his lips.

Then, raising his hands, he muttered words in an incomprehensible tongue to Yu Xuan.

The shields then turned black and white, covered in swirling Yin-Yang symbols.

As he poured more energy into them, the shields reflected light and power.

Yu Xuan’s instincts screamed.

A heartbeat later, his own attack, the same formless red slash, was reflected back toward him, only far more powerful.

His eyes widened.

He instantly summoned black energy to form a shield, layers of darkness overlapping.

But... Too late.

The impact hit like an avalanche, shattering dark barriers and hurling him into the ground with unstoppable force.

The ground ruptured.

Cracks radiated outward for miles, and Yu Xuan’s body vanished into the shattered landscape below.

The shockwave swept across the battlefield, devastating everything in sight.

Yu Xuan hit the ground hard, coughing up blood.

"Damn..." he muttered, forcing himself upright. His ribs ached, but he was alive.

That earlier attack, whatever it was — it was dangerous.

Too dangerous.

He wiped the blood from his lips, eyes narrowing. If this drags on, his body won’t hold.

Because his vessel — the body itself, wasn’t yet ready.

Before he could steady his breath, golden light flashed before his eyes.

The Young Heavenly God was already there.

Two weapons, sword and spear, descended like divine judgment, aiming directly for his heart and head.

Yu Xuan didn’t even flinch. He only sighed.

The Young Heavenly God froze mid motion, suspended as though caught between instants of time.

Yu Xuan’s hand made a motion as if catching something.

[Telekinesis], pushed to its absolute limit.

He had stopped the god.

But the divine being strained against the invisible force, golden wings fluttering as cracks formed in the air around him from sheer resistance.

Even immobilized, his power was suffocating.

Yu Xuan’s eyes gleamed — one black, one white, and twin beams erupted outward, slamming into a golden shield that materialized around the Young Heavenly God the instant danger was sensed.

The beams pushed the shield to its limits.

Golden ripples distorted the air as divine energy clashed with destruction incarnate.

Yu Xuan took one step forward, then another, his gaze unwavering, beams still pouring from his eyes in a blinding torrent.

The Young Heavenly God snarled silently, pouring vast divine energy into the shield to maintain it.

A tense silence stretched, only the sound of two powers grinding against each other filled the air.

Then — CRACK.

A faint sound, almost like shattering glass was heard.

The golden shield trembled.

Another crack appeared.

The Young Heavenly God’s expression shifted, from disbelief to alarm.

Yu Xuan’s lips curved into a fierce grin, he was enjoying this fight.

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Twin beams lanced through, drilling into the Young Heavenly God’s neck.

Golden blood splattered the air, bright as liquid sunlight.

For the first time, the Young Heavenly God bled.

Yu Xuan looked at his opponent sensing something.

Then.

A blinding explosion erupted from the Young Heavenly God’s body, centered on the wound.

The impact hurled Yu Xuan backward like a ragdoll, he then stabilised himself landing.

In the sky, the Young Heavenly God floated amid the storm of golden fire.

Waves of radiant energy surged from his form.

His wound closed almost instantly, the golden flames did it’s work, restoring his injury.

Yu Xuan clicked his tongue.

"That’s... cheating."

The Young Heavenly God opened his arms.

From his shoulders, and sides, dozens of ethereal arms bloomed, each made of condensed divine energy.

Then, one by one, weapons began to materialize in their grasp.

A halberd humming with thunder.

A scythe veiled in mist.

A saber exuding bloody aura.

A dagger, cold as starlight.

A weighted chain that crackled with lightning.

Knuckle blades that distorted space.

A pair of chakrams whirling like suns.

A hammer that pulsed like a beating heart.

A long staff, its surface engraved with the runes.

A bow strung with divine energy.

A fan that shimmered like countless glasses shining.

And more, axe, whip, flute, quill each radiating immense power.

Each weapon radiated the intent of a path.

The air trembled under their combined pressure.

Then, for the first time, the Young Heavenly God spoke — his voice deep, layered, and resonant, echoing everywhere.

"Immortal Seed, show me your full power... or die."

Yu Xuan stared up at the divine being, his expression finally serious.

The overwhelming divine might, raised even his fighting spirit.

He could tell if he fought head on, in his current state, he would lose.

But then — a smile crept across Yu Xuan’s face.

"...Full power, you say?"

Inside him, the [Darkness Origin] stirred, sinking into the deepest part of his soul.

There, at the very core, stood a grand white throne, solitary amid an endless realm of darkness.

As Yu Xuan willed it, the throne stirred, releasing a deep, rhythmic pulse of light.

From that radiance, a small black cube emerged, floating solemnly above the throne.

Then, from the surrounding void, a hand of pure darkness reached forth.

It grasped the cube in its palm.

The cube flared with blinding brilliance, its light piercing everywhere in that realm of darkness.

A moment later, a system message in black gold, flickered across Yu Xuan’s vision.

[Darkness Origin is borrowing an Artifact]