Chapter 797
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Chapter 797: The Thirty-Two Sacred Martial Platforms of the Void!
“The Saint Child Nanan Ruyu has arrived!”
A voice cried out as Nanan Ruyu descended upon the scene. As the Saint Child of Sacred Mountain, he was hailed as the pinnacle of prodigies and one of the strongest individuals of his generation, said to possess nearly divine power upon his arrival in the mortal world.
Nanan Ruyu spread his wings, hovering gracefully mid-air, drawing countless eyes toward him. As he approached the ground, a fierce gust of wind stirred around him, exuding an innate, commanding presence. It was the demeanor of someone born to stand above all others.
Xu Chen raised his head to observe Nanan Ruyu. His flowing white robes fluttered gently, radiating an indescribable elegance. Within his serene gaze was a flicker of brilliance.
Su Yi’s eyes also turned toward Nanan Ruyu. Deep within them burned an unrelenting killing intent. Beneath his clothes, a faint red light shimmered on his skin as the chaotic, destructive energy of the Supreme Chaotic Yuan Technique subsided, replaced by the activation of the Divine Demonic Ancient Verse.
Something unusual was unfolding within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm. Su Yi chose to conceal his true identity—not out of fear, but to avoid catastrophic consequences for Man City.
All eyes locked onto Su Yi and Nanan Ruyu, sensing that this could mark the most electrifying showdown of the Saint Martial Assembly.
“Kill the disciple of Sacred Mountain, and you will pay with your life!”
Nanan Ruyu cast a cold glance at Su Yi, his radiant eyes brimming with overwhelming power. The void trembled under his aura, an unstoppable momentum radiating in all directions.
Among all the prodigies present, he stood unrivaled. The Saint Child of Sacred Mountain had arrived to claim the championship of the Saint Martial Assembly, aiming to overshadow all other talents and become an untouchable figure among the youth of the Central Region.
Even within Sacred Mountain, only a select few could rival him in combat.
“Boom!”
Without hesitation, Nanan Ruyu struck, delivering a direct kick toward Su Yi, intent on obliterating him.
The attack exuded an air of supreme arrogance, a need to reclaim Sacred Mountain’s honor by utterly crushing Su Yi. The sheer force of the blow caused the surrounding space to ripple and crack, blazing with sacred light as it hurtled toward Su Yi like a falling star.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Centered on Su Yi, the ground suddenly split apart in all directions, unleashing a destructive force that seemed capable of obliterating everything.
“Kill him! Leave nothing behind!”
From within Sacred Mountain, the anger of its powerful figures boiled over. The only way to erase this humiliation was through Nanan Ruyu’s decisive vengeance.
“This is the ultimate confrontation!”
Billions of spectators trembled, rendered speechless as the ultimate clash began to unfold.
Facing Nanan Ruyu’s fearsome kick, Su Yi’s eyes remained calm and profound, shimmering with an ancient, untamed energy. A dreadful aura surged from him, ascending to the heavens with an unstoppable might.
“Boom!”
As the clash reached its peak, the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm quaked violently. Blinding light erupted from the depths of the void, enveloping the surroundings and creating an isolating barrier.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Radiant energy surged, causing tremors to span vast distances. Within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, demon beasts roared in terror, crawling as they trembled.
The space distorted, folding in upon itself like waves rippling across the void.
In the midst of the chaos, Nanan Ruyu’s devastating attack suddenly dissipated. A spatial rift appeared, creating a barrier that separated Nanan Ruyu and Su Yi.
The once-vast Sanctified Martial Secret Realm seemed to compress in an instant, its dimensions folding into layers of spatial ripples that fragmented deep into the void.
Winds howled and clouds churned as divine radiance illuminated the skies. The entire realm resonated with majesty, shaking the earth and mountains while creating an awe-inspiring spectacle.
“What’s happening?”
The commotion stunned even the most powerful figures outside the realm, who watched in shock.
The Sacred Mountain and Yutian Palace, locked in a tense standoff, also turned their attention toward the scene.
“The Sanctified Martial Secret Realm is collapsing!”
Deputy Palace Master Guan Lan frowned slightly, her voice laced with concern. “The realm has been destabilized, likely due to the Soul Controlling Killing Talisman and the Spirit Shielding Talisman.”
Amid the chaos, beams of light suddenly emerged from the void. Each was several meters wide, glowing with golden brilliance and wrapped in a sacred mist.
A total of thirty-two beams materialized in the sky, resembling solid platforms radiating an unparalleled divinity.
“The Sanctified Martial Platforms of the Void have appeared!”
Ouyang Yuanfeng of the Sacred Mountain exclaimed in disbelief. These platforms, which only revealed themselves to those who conquered the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, were now appearing simultaneously. It was an unprecedented occurrence.
“The platforms shouldn’t have appeared all at once!”
Many were shocked, unable to comprehend the anomaly.
“Perhaps the disturbances within the realm affected everything,” speculated one of the powerful figures.
The thirty-two platforms shone with dazzling light, their divine energy spreading like waves across the realm.
“Whoosh!”
Within the Sanctified Martial Secret Realm, countless eyes turned toward the platforms. Their surprise quickly gave way to resolve—ascending these platforms was the key to participating in the final showdown.
“Swoosh!”
Figures shot into the air from all directions, their auras surging as they raced toward the platforms.
“Roarrrr!”
Some lacked sufficient cultivation and could only manifest their energy into physical forms, desperately attempting to ascend the platforms. The scene was a chaotic yet mesmerizing display of light, energy, and roaring beasts.
In a matter of moments, the race began. It was like a mass of carp leaping toward the Dragon Gate, with prodigies from across the Central Region striving for the chance to ascend.
The Sanctified Martial Platforms of the Void were their gateways to glory. Only those who claimed a spot would qualify for the ultimate battle, a chance to etch their names into history.
For those who failed, no matter their strength, it would all be for naught.
The Saint Martial Assembly was fair, but fairness could not erase imperfections or weaknesses.
“Plop!”
One after another, figures surged toward the platforms, but many failed, falling like leaves shaken loose by a storm. The energy beneath their feet shattered as they tumbled from the sky.
