Chapter 657
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At this moment, the members of the Shang Clan also felt the terrifying pressure descending from above.
Shang Muchen had broken through in the midst of battle!
The Myriad Laws realm!
It was simply inconceivable.
Yet Shang Muchen had done it; the clan leader had achieved it. The Shang Clan was saved!
“Charge!” Shang Qingquan roared, “Once the clan leader slays Yuan Pengwang, both the Dark Soul Hall and the Ye Clan will be doomed. Charge!!!”
Figures surged forth from the Shang Mansion, following Shang Qingquan’s lead.
Ye Wushuang looked up, his brows furrowed in concern.
No one had anticipated that Shang Muchen would reach the Myriad Laws realm at this critical juncture.
Could Yuan Pengwang hold his ground?
Ye Wushuang did not know.
At this moment, seated in his chair, Ye Wushuang clenched his fists.
Beside him, Tian Chengwen was filled with anxiety.
While Old Man He, on the other hand, gazed at Ye Wushuang with an even more worried expression.
He knew that the young master still had one more trick up his sleeve, one that had not yet been used.
The last time the young master had employed that terrifying and incredible technique, he had fallen into a deep unconsciousness for a long time, and… he had grown several white hairs.
Clearly, that technique had taken a great toll on him.
Old Man He comforted him, saying, “Young master, don’t worry. Lord Yuan will definitely be fine!”
Upon hearing this, Tian Chengwen was taken aback.
“Master!” Tian Chengwen urgently said, “You must not fight again!”
Ye Wushuang looked up at the sky and said slowly, “If Yuan Pengwang can’t hold on, then I have to step in!”
Upon hearing these words, both Tian Chengwen and Old Man He’s faces turned extremely pale.
The battle today had far too many unexpected twists.
A hundred paces above the ground.
Within Shang Muchen, the Tengang energy instantly transformed into the power of Myriad Laws.
The terrifying fluctuations of that power exerted immense pressure on Yuan Pengwang, who was a hundred paces away.
“Thank you!” Shang Muchen and Yuan Pengwang were both at the peak of the Tengang realm, ninth level.
However, Yuan Pengwang, having fallen from the Myriad Laws realm, could not compare with Shang Muchen in terms of combat experience and skills.
Previously, in their exchanges, Shang Muchen had been on the defensive, his clothes torn in many places, his body covered in dreadful wounds, and several of his bones broken.
He had been on the verge of defeat!
But now, he had broken through!
Shang Muchen clenched his fists and couldn’t help but smile. “All of this, I owe to you!”
Yuan Pengwang clenched his fists tightly and snorted.
“The power of Myriad Laws, how formidable it is, you should be very clear about that!”
With a sinister laugh, Shang Muchen clenched his hand, and from the full moon behind him, endless lunar energy began to coalesce.
The Shang Clan’s bloodline—the Lunar Spirit bloodline—enabled warriors to draw upon the power of the moon, multiplying their combat strength several times over.
Previously, even with the use of his bloodline power, Shang Muchen could not defeat Yuan Pengwang, but now… things were different!
With a punch凝聚而出，商暮辰直接轰出。
He knew Yuan Pengwang possessed immense strength, but he was different now.
Seeing Shang Muchen’s fierce punch hurtling towards him, Yuan Pengwang’s aura sank, and he swung his fists directly.
Instantly, the terrifying Tengang energy was nearly compressed to its limit, shattering the surrounding torrential rain and sending it crashing outward.
Boom…
The fists collided.
But then, Yuan Pengwang’s attack was immediately suppressed by Shang Muchen’s assault, and the terrifying punch force struck Yuan Pengwang’s body directly.
Spit!!!
As the sound of bones cracking rang out, Yuan Pengwang also began to vomit blood incessantly, his face turning pale instantly.
The power of Myriad Laws is essentially several times stronger than that of Tengang energy. The absolute suppression of the realm means that even with Yuan Pengwang’s formidable combat skills, it is of no avail.
“Lao Yuan!”
Tian Chengwen’s expression changed.
He wanted to go and help Yuan Pengwang, but he knew that he himself could not withstand even a single blow from Shang Muchen!
Ye Wushuang’s hands, placed on the sides of the chair, clenched suddenly.
“Master!”
Old He noticed the anomaly and hurriedly spoke out.
In his heart, no one was more important than Ye Wushuang.
If Ye Wushuang really had to use the secret technique he had used in the Flowing Moon City, he would rather go and block Shang Muchen himself, even if it meant death!
Old He urgently said, “Master, wait a bit longer. Lord Yuan surely doesn’t want you to take such a risk!”
Ye Wushuang exhaled slightly, said nothing, but took out several spiritual pills from his bosom.
Carefully examining the pills in his hand, Ye Wushuang swallowed them one by one, then closed his eyes to meditate in silence.
Old He understood that Ye Wushuang was making his final preparations.
He could not allow Yuan Pengwang to die!
But… if the young master were to use that technique again, would he have such good luck to wake up this time?
