Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 907 - 898: Dying in Agony

These fierce lights, numbering in the thousands.

Like a meteor shower, they scattered across the pitch-black void.

Each one carried a chilling and intimidating aura.

Even a strong figure at the Early Stage of the Void Immortal Realm would inevitably meet a fatal end if caught within.

"What a terrifying confrontation!"

In the distant sky, Fang Han’s face turned even paler, with an expression of utmost astonishment.

The battle’s disparity in strength was already immense.

Yet Fang Han never anticipated Mo Wangchen would consistently manage to defuse the Black-Robed Man’s fierce assaults through superior means.

Such strength, truly astounding!

Rumor has it, Mo Wangchen’s cultivation is merely at the Early Stage of the Void Immortal Realm?

His opponent, however, is an expert from the elder generation of the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect, with strength reaching the Peak of the Void Immortal Realm!

"Huh? What a powerful imprint!"

Once the sword light completely dissipated, and the surrounding void gradually returned to calm.

The Black-Robed Man couldn’t help but furrow his brow slightly; that move, the Heavenly Destiny Sword, is one of several formidable ancient dao techniques of the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect.

Although his comprehension is not yet thorough, deploying it with a cultivation at the Late Stage Peak of the Void Immortal Realm makes it challenging for anyone in the same realm to withstand.

Yet now, Mo Wangchen surprisingly managed to withstand the Heavenly Destiny Sword’s assault, which startled the Black-Robed Man.

Upon Mo Wangchen, he sensed a threat; failure to eliminate this child may result in him becoming a significant future threat to the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect.

"Die!"

With this in mind, the Black-Robed Man raised his hand, lightly pointing his forehead.

"Buzz!"

Space vibrated, as a brilliant radiance burst forth between his brows, illuminating the vast expanse.

Golden radiance dazzled fiercely, blinding the eyes, endlessly spreading forth.

Ultimately, it formed a sky full of golden flames, seemingly capable of incinerating the void, an overwhelming blaze covering the sky, instantly engulfing Mo Wangchen.

"Huh?"

Feeling the terrifying nature of these golden flames, Mo Wangchen immediately furrowed his brow.

"Condense!"

Without hesitation, his perception also reached its peak at that moment.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Supreme Divine Fire ignited, heating up the expanse of the void even further.

"Go!"

With a deep shout, Mo Wangchen released his perception to condense divine fire, which roared out fiercely.

"What is this?"

Across from him, the Black-Robed Man’s face showed surprise, not expecting Mo Wangchen to launch an attack similar to his.

Moreover, the flames are contained within, with a seemingly more terrifying temperature, causing the void to ripple crazily, as if it were about to be burned to evaporation.

"Boom!"

Ultimately, the two types of flames collided, exploding with a shocking roar under the dark sky, like stars obliterating; the sky was full of scattered fireworks, crashing downwards like meteors.

Eventually, the golden flames seemed to fall into an inferior position, evaporated by Mo Wangchen’s divine fire.

"Oh no!"

The Black-Robed Man’s face changed drastically, as Mo Wangchen’s divine fire, after burning out the golden flames, although weakened in power, was now enveloping him.

"Die!"

Mo Wangchen gave a deep shout, releasing his perception entirely to control the divine fire, pressing towards the Black-Robed Man.

By now, his face had turned somewhat pale, clearly demonstrating every time he used his perception to condense divine fire, it also cost him considerable energy.

"Ah!"

In a scream echoing sharply, the Black-Robed Man was ultimately overwhelmed by the divine fire, his figure completely engulfed within.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Within the divine fire, the sound of explosions constantly echoed. Mo Wangchen manipulated his perception, causing the divine fire to explode, aiming to annihilate the Black-Robed Man within.

"Crackle!"

Eventually, the divine fire burned out completely, and the void returned to its previous pitch-black state.

However, unexpectedly for Mo Wangchen, the Black-Robed Man did not perish within the divine fire.

Right now, his body was charred all over, happening to be burning with hardly anything left, half of his face destroyed by the divine fire.

The Black-Robed Man had a disgraceful expression, sweat profusely dripped from his forehead, evident that in this moment, his body had been severely burned, enduring unspeakable pain.

"Mo Wangchen, you just wait, if I don’t kill you, I’ll never be a man!"

After leaving these words, the Black-Robed Man turned and was about to flee the area; now, because of the burns from the divine fire, his combat power had greatly diminished, and under no circumstances dared to clash with Mo Wangchen.

"Can you escape?!"

Mo Wangchen snorted coldly; the Black-Robed Man already learned of his false identity, and must not let him leave unstopped; otherwise, if the matter spreads, it wouldn’t bode well for him.

"Whoosh!"

Underfoot, special dao patterns emerged; Mo Wangchen executed Lin’s True Technique, chasing quickly after the Black-Robed Man.

"Screech!"

The Black-Robed Man’s face changed drastically, immediately summoning a war chariot to assist in an escape.

A divine phoenix with a body entwined in fiery gold-red manifested before the war chariot.

"Screech!"

The divine phoenix let out a piercing cry, having noticed Mo Wangchen’s presence, opened its mouth wide, releasing fierce flames.

"Scram!"

Mo Wangchen roared, a matchless holy light erupted from whole body, enveloping him completely.

Holy Rank Divine King Body, Immunity!

"Boom!"

Mo Wangchen clenched his fists tightly, delivering an airborne punch, seemingly shattering the space, with terrifying fist force obliterating the incoming flames.

"Screech!"

The divine phoenix mourned, impacted by the force of Mo Wangchen’s punch, it got blasted away, spewing golden blood.

Panic-stricken, it abandoned the Black-Robed Man who couldn’t get into the war chariot, alone fleeing hastily.

"Come back here, you beast!"

The Black-Robed Man angrily roared, panic filling his heart.

Without the chariot’s guidance, given Mo Wangchen’s speed, escaping this place seemed impossible for him.

"Face your fate; you cannot escape."

Mo Wangchen’s chilly voice echoed, causing the Black-Robed Man’s expression to change drastically; rapidly turning around, he saw the white-clad youth had appeared behind him.

"Mo Wangchen, I’m an elder of the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect, you can’t kill me!"

By now, fear overwhelmed the Black-Robed Man’s heart; his half-destroyed face appeared extraordinarily grim and terrifying in the dark.

"Back then Zhou Jing also said similar words," Mo Wangchen sneered.

"You!"

Seeing the endless murder intent in his eyes, the Black-Robed Man revealed fright; at this point, regret filled his heart, knowing he should have initially informed other members of the Flame Phoenix Divine Sect to come together to kill Mo Wangchen.

But now, everything was too late!

Who could have known, this youth named Mo Wangchen had already reached such a level of strength; the flames earlier were so fearsome, even his Late Stage cultivation of the Void Immortal Realm couldn’t withstand them.

"You’ll die a horrible death!" The Black-Robed Man’s face turned ashen, completely submitting to fate.

"Rest assured, whether my death will be horrible, I don’t know, but surely less miserable than yours."

A bright smile appeared on Mo Wangchen’s face, making the Black-Robed Man grow fearful, reaching ultimate terror, "What... what will you do?"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the sound fell, the Star Guiding Plate hanging from his waist was snatched away by Mo Wangchen.

"You!"

The Black-Robed Man attempted to speak, but realized Mo Wangchen’s figure had already vanished.

"Now, endure your suffering."

The icy voice, like a ghostly whisper, reached the Black-Robed Man’s ears.

"Ah!"

Before he could react, a sharp pain hit his entire body.

Mo Wangchen delivered a punch to the Black-Robed Man, shattering all his meridians, leaving him a completely paralyzed cripple.

"Bang!"

The Black-Robed Man fell to the ground, overwhelmed by severe pain all over, his face contorted, wanted to roll over, yet his body already lost any capacity to move.

"Let’s go, let him fend for himself."

Mo Wangchen advanced in front of Fang Han, speaking.

Snatching away the Black-Robed Man’s Star Guiding Plate and rendering his body useless, this person would inevitably possess no chance of survival.

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