Chapter 1815 Stunning Combat Strength
Chapter 1815: Stunning Combat Strength Chapter 1815: Stunning Combat Strength Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the next moment, the battle became even more terrifying.
Heavenly sword, evil blade, demon sword, immortal sword—four slashes in quick succession.
By the time the second slash was unleashed, Chrille Ibsen’s life was already in grave danger. He couldn’t withstand the attack. Even if he managed to take it head-on, he’d be severely injured—if not killed outright. Recovery might take ten thousand years, and the trauma of defeat would linger.
An old man intervened, a 13th-level heavenly god. The white-haired elder stepped forward and said slowly, “It’s a competition between the same generation.
We just need to determine the winner.” He blocked the remaining attacks. Without his intervention, Loki would have killed Chrille within three slashes.
At that moment, a figure at the peak of the heavenly god realm appeared, ready to jump in. But Bedirhan Leitner and the others remained unscathed.
Garvie Nantz spread his arms, as if embracing the air, and formed a seal with his hands, shouting, “Heaven Shaking Seal!” The power of the seal was terrifying.
“Eight Gates, open!” Bedirhan stepped forward, his voice cold.
Boom!
The eight ancient gates instantly sealed off a radius of 100,000 miles, filling the world with a terrifying suppressive force.
“Are you trying to bully my teacher’s bloodline?” Femi Kabbah asked coldly. With a single thought, he transformed into four Dharma Idols, each backed by 100 more. The four of them had received Braydon Neal’s true inheritances, and each of them was extraordinary.
Now that an old man had shown up, it was clear he intended to intimidate them. But Bedirhan and his brothers were ready to fight four against one.
Loki’s aura continued to rise.
He shouted, “Get lost!
Or I’ll kill all three of you!” “Master said not to let you combine the eight blades into one!” Garvie reminded him seriously.
Loki had never been one to follow orders easily, even as a child. And as he grew older, his rebellious streak only grew stronger.
Braydon wasn’t here—why should he hold back?
Loki growled, “If I don’t use this blade, my invincible aura will never be complete.
There will always be flaws in my path!” “Retreat!” Bedirhan understood Loki’s nature well. Given the situation, no one could stop Loki today. Five of the eight blade techniques had been used, with three more left.
Loki gripped his sword, his entire body enveloped in demonic Qi.
“Cultivating both divine and demon?” The old man was both shocked and furious.
“Demon sword!” Loki fought with a madness that swept across 800,000 miles.
A heavenly god at the great fulfillment level couldn’t suppress Loki’s onslaught.
“Killing sword!” Loki was relentless, like a madman. His blade cut through everything, keeping everyone at least ten thousand miles away. The sword strikes completely overwhelmed the old man, who was on the brink of being killed if he wasn’t careful.
In the distance, Chrille’s eyes gleamed. He muttered, “Such a monster needs to be absorbed into the divine palace and into my father’s line.” “Young Master, with this kind of genius and arrogance, you might not be able to tame him!” an old follower whispered beside him.
Chrille glanced at him and snorted.
“I doubt even my father would think that way.
A newly advanced god who can already defeat a great fulfillment god?
His future achievements will likely surpass my father’s.
There’s a 90% chance he’ll outshine my father.
“We should befriend him and build a good relationship.
In the future, it will definitely pay off!” Chrille spoke like a businessman, showing no jealousy or desire to eliminate Loki. In the divine palace, encountering someone superior wasn’t unusual. Instead of resentment, he saw an opportunity for future gain.
Such a magnanimous heart wouldn’t achieve great things!
“I’m afraid he won’t last much longer!” said the old follower beside Chrille.
“No worries!” Chrille’s attitude was surprisingly indifferent. To him, the death of an exhausted heavenly god realm old slave was no big deal. He could bear the loss.
Not far away, Loki executed the eighth blade move and shouted into the wild, “Overpowering sword!” As soon as the sword was unleashed, its magnificent radiance overpowered the previous seven strikes. The old man at the great fulfillment heavenly god realm turned pale, cold sweat dripping from his temples, and he began to flee.
“You want to leave?
Where do you think you’re going?” Loki’s eyes were filled with a domineering aura. His ponytail flew behind him, dancing in the wind. He was as commanding as ever.
He executed the reverse slash with his blade, cutting through his opponent’s back.
“Ah!” The scream echoed through the world. His god body was severed, and even his god soul was damaged. Golden blood splattered across the ground, his life force instantly severed. Even worse, his god soul was severely injured and dispirited.
“Enough!” The old follower of Chrille said angrily. “There really are people who fear nothing!” Bedirhan remarked, shaking his head.
“Even I wouldn’t dare get close to Loki.
It seems these people are determined to force him to use the ninth blade move!” “To be honest, I’m eager to see the ninth blade!” Femi said with anticipation.
Garvie shook his head.
“It’s better not to see the forbidden sword.
It could easily break one’s path heart.” As they spoke, Loki was at a critical juncture. He needed to unleash his full power.
“Ninth blade, slash!” Loki went into a complete frenzy. The eight blades combined into the ninth!
The sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if it could barely contain his overwhelming intent. The moment the blade rose…
“A blade that surpasses the god realm?” A deep voice came from the shadows, filled with shock.
“Kid, where did you learn that?” “Slash!” Loki swung his blade at the sky without a hint of hesitation. The blade swept through the air.
As the sword wind passed over the injured god soul, it vanished into nothingness! The soul was utterly destroyed. The old follower looked horrified as he was consumed by the blade’s overwhelming force, turning the world around him colorless.
The sword light, though only three meters long, cut through everything in its path. It didn’t diminish as it continued into the distance. The god who had inquired about Loki’s master didn’t expect that Loki’s blade was aimed directly at him!
Dressed in a royal robe and stepping into the air, the god raised his hand to block.
“Deacon Iversen!” Chrille and Brogan Balfe exclaimed in shock.
The deacon of the divine palace was an entity beyond the heavenly god realm. A step further would bring him to the position of grand deacon, a role just below the elders of the divine palace, with power almost on par with them.
With such a figure attacking, Deacon Iversen raised his palm. But in the next moment, his expression shifted. He had underestimated Loki and the Eight Blade Technique!
The sword struck, and the power in his palm dissipated. An invisible force struck his body.
Swoosh!
The sword cut into him. The entire hall was stunned. Loki, newly ascended to the heavenly god realm, proved to be above even that rank. His potential and talent were extraordinary!
Deacon Iversen was severely injured but not dead. Golden blood flowed back into his body, and he quickly began to recover, though his face was a bit pale. There was no trace of hatred in his eyes.
He knew too well the terror of encountering such a genius. His future achievements would likely surpass his own. How could he afford to make enemies with someone with such talent?
Recovered, Deacon Iversen laughed heartily.
“Haha, what a domineering sword!
What terrifying combat strength!
What a monstrous genius!”