150: Chapter 150, the Hundredth Floor! A Fated Showdown!
From the ninety-seventh floor to the ninety-ninth floor, what Ning Yuan experienced was no longer duels with other trial-takers, but the ultimate test established by the Taixu Divine Tower itself—projections of Ancient Heroic Spirits!
These heroic spirits were all peerless powerhouses who had left behind illustrious reputations in the history of the Human Race. Although they were only a wisp of remnant soul imprint captured by the Divine Tower and their cultivation was suppressed to the Sun level, the same as the tower-climber, the Martial Skills they mastered, their combat experience, and their understanding of Laws far surpassed those so-called 'New Eight Kings'.
However, to Ning Yuan, this was not an obstacle but rather served as excellent whetstones!
On the ninety-seventh floor, an Ancient Barbarian General holding dual battle-axes possessed infinite strength; every axe strike carried the momentum of splitting the heavens and earth.
Ning Yuan did not use any visions or precious techniques, simply clashing head-on with his one hundred million jin King-level Physical Body!
After battling for a full half-hour and taking three hundred and sixty axe strikes directly, Ning Yuan finally caught a flaw and shattered him with a Mountain-Leaning Lean.
On the ninety-eighth floor, facing an Ancient Assassin who was proficient in the way of assassination and appeared unpredictably, Ning Yuan closed his eyes and sealed his five senses.
He restrained the illusion-breaking power of the 'Lesser Star Abyss Annihilation Divine Light', relying entirely on his Physical Body's instinctive intuition for danger to fight.
After experiencing dozens of narrow escapes from assassination, he finally captured that extremely weak ripple of killing intent, turned around with a 'True Dragon Fist', and exploded the assassin with a blind strike.
On the ninety-ninth floor, the heroic spirit guarding the pass was actually an Ancient Genius who had once comprehended a trace of the 'Law of Space'!
He could fold and distort space, and was even capable of short-distance instantaneous movement, making his attacks bizarre and unpredictable.
Ning Yuan also used all his methods, finally sacrificing the 'Star River World' to forcibly suppress that chaotic space with the absolute rules of a Small World, crushing it into nothingness!
After three fierce battles, although Ning Yuan's clothes were somewhat damaged, his eyes were as bright as two stars.
Through the tempering of life and death, his control over his own power had reached a Realm of extreme subtlety!
At the same time, the energy feedback obtained from killing these three Ancient Heroic Spirits was also unimaginably massive!
That extremely pure heaven and earth Origin poured into his body like a tsunami, frantically filling his vast and boundless golden essence sea.
He could clearly feel that the solid barrier blocking the path between the Flying Heaven Realm and the King Realm had become as thin as a cicada's wing under the washing of the massive amount of Origin!
It felt as if it only needed a gentle poke to be completely pierced through!
"I am only one step away from the King-level!"
Ning Yuan took a deep breath, calming the churning blood and Qi within his body.
He looked up at the light gate leading to the highest point.
Taixu Divine Tower.
The one hundredth floor!
Since the Divine Tower appeared in the world, the Human Race Prodigies who could set foot on this floor have been as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns!
Here lay the true ultimate Opportunity of the Taixu Secret Realm!
Ning Yuan did not hesitate in the slightest and strode into the light gate.
After a slight spatial ripple, the scene before his eyes suddenly opened up.
This was a circular stone chamber that was not very spacious. Complex and ancient totems were carved on the surrounding walls, and on the ceiling, an unknown bead emitting soft white light was embedded, illuminating the entire chamber.
In the very center of the stone chamber was a simple and ancient altar.
Above the altar floated a mysterious gas cloud about the size of a human head, showing the color of Chaos.
The gas cloud squirmed slowly, as if nurturing the Origin of all things, emitting a supreme Aura that made one want to bow down and worship!
"Is this... the taixu origin?!"
Ning Yuan's heart throbbed violently, and an extremely fervent light flashed in his eyes.
He could feel that as long as he absorbed this mass of Origin, he could immediately break through that thin membrane and become a King on the spot!
However, just as he was prepared to step forward and collect this Opportunity.
A low, raspy voice, sounding like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing together, abruptly rang out in the quiet stone chamber.
"You cannot take this thing."
Ning Yuan's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned his head to look.
On the other side of the altar, at some unknown time, a person was already standing there!
It was a slender young man wearing black martial attire that was washed white and even stained with many spots of dried blood.
His hair was somewhat messy, covering most of his face, revealing only one cold, dead eye without any emotional fluctuation.
He was like a walking corpse that had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, emitting a thick, inseparable iron-blood Evil Qi!
Even standing still, he could make people feel a danger that pierced straight to the bone marrow!
"Ranked first among the Human Race's New Eight Kings..."
Ning Yuan looked at this mysterious youth, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into an interested arc.
"Military code name—'War God'?"
The youth did not speak, only silently drawing a sheathless long saber from his back.
The saber was pitch black all over, and the blade was bumpy and full of nicks, as if it were a piece of scrap metal picked up from a battlefield.
But the moment this saber was held in his hand, a tragic, frantic intent to kill that seemed to want to split the heavens and earth apart exploded forth!
"I need this mass of Origin to break through to the King Realm and kill more of the foreign races."
War God's voice was still raspy, but it carried an unquestionable firmness.
He looked at Ning Yuan, and a trace of gravity finally flashed in that dead eye.
He could feel that the white-robed youth before him was very strong!
So strong that his body, which had crawled through piles of dead people for over a decade, was instinctively sounding a danger alarm!
This was the first time he had felt this way after killing his way to the one hundredth floor and even paying a great price on the ninety-ninth floor to defeat that Ancient Heroic Spirit!
"You are very strong."
War God gripped the broken saber in his hand and slowly raised it, the tip of the blade pointing directly at Ning Yuan.
"But, those who block me shall die!"
"What a coincidence."
Ning Yuan also smiled.
With a flip of his wrist, the blood-colored dragon slaughter spear appeared in his hand, the shaft of the spear trembling slightly as if sensing its master's high Battle Intent.
"I also need this mass of Origin."
"As for killing the foreign races..."
The smile on his face vanished instantly, and an even more violent and overbearing invincible Aura than War God's soared into the sky!
"That kind of grunt work is better left to me, the boss!"
"You want this Opportunity?"
Ning Yuan's dragon slaughter spear suddenly pointed forward, the tip of the spear shooting out an eye-piercing cold light, facing War God's broken saber from a distance!
"Then let's see if you... have the ability to snatch it from my hands!"
Boom!
Two distinct yet equally terrifying Auras collided violently within the stone chamber!
One was a killing machine that had gone through countless trials and emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
The other was a peerless Prodigy with a flawless Foundation who had swept through his generation without an opponent!
This battle was not about grudges, but only about competing for the Great Dao!
Outside.
On the square below Sacred Martial Mountain, the gazes of tens of thousands of people were fixed on the two figures confronting each other on the light screen, not even daring to breathe.
Everyone understood that this was the... which truly represented the highest level of the Human Race's younger generation.
Peak Duel!
The Fated Battle!
The curtain rises!