The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 1743 - 1739 The Chasm

"Don’t think the same trick will work twice." Su Zhen let out a cold snort and waved her hand.

A streak of silver light shot out from her hand and embedded itself in the forehead of the giant fox Dharma-form. It was none other than the snow-white silver mirror, which caused dazzling layers of red light to surge around the forehead, converging from all directions towards the mirror.

The snow-white silver mirror emitted a cracking sound before violently collapsing and shrinking, transforming into a silver vertical eye.

A thin streak of silver light shot out from the vertical eye, piercing into a nearby void.

The void trembled fiercely, erupting with a blizzard of silver light. Shen Luo’s staggering silhouette emerged, his face pale and ghastly. Without hesitation, he transformed into a golden light and fled into the distance.

Su Zhen sneered coldly and stretched her left hand into the void. The giant fox Dharma-form mimicked her action.

The space around Shen Luo, who was flying, rippled suddenly, and five thick streaks of red light marks appeared out of thin air, firmly grasping his body.

"Enough playing. You can go die now!" Su Zhen’s eyes gleamed with a chilling light as the giant fox Dharma-form clenched its fists. The five red light marks converged tightly, resembling an unparalleled divine weapon, slicing Shen Luo’s body into pieces.

Yet what was left of his corpse transformed suddenly into clusters of blue water-like mirror light, which scattered and disappeared—it was the Mirror Fiend’s mirror avatar.

Su Zhen’s expression changed slightly, letting out a soft "Hmm." She remained calm and composed, though. Red light flickered beneath her feet, and she and the giant fox Dharma-form vanished simultaneously.

At this very moment, thunder flashed before the Ancestor Spirit Altar, and Shen Luo’s figure emerged out of nowhere. The War God Whip in his hand erupted with terrifying black light as he fiercely smashed it toward the Fox Ancestor Statue.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion echoed as the Fox Ancestor Statue shattered into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.

Shen Luo froze in astonishment, standing there dumbfounded. Had the statue truly been destroyed with a single, simple strike?

But in the next instant, alarm bells blared in his heart as a sudden palm wind struck from behind.

Shen Luo felt an incomparably powerful spiritual pressure erupting behind him. Before he could react, he was sent flying by a massive palm strike, crashing directly into a nearby mountain wall.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion resounded, and half the mountain peak collapsed from Shen Luo’s impact. Dust and debris filled the air, and falling rocks rained down like a storm.

In the ruins, Shen Luo struggled to sit up. His internal organs were severely damaged, multiple meridians fractured, and innumerable bones broken—all that remained of his body resembled a battered sack of rags.

Had he not already activated the Xuan Yang Demonic Transformation Divine Power, relying on his original physique to withstand the strike, he would likely have burst apart and perished on the spot.

Still, destroying the statue made the suffering worthwhile.

He activated the Huangdi Neijing with all his strength, his mana rising instinctively and transforming into mist-like dots that merged throughout his body.

Indeed, the Huangdi Neijing possessed the unfathomable power of Heaven and Earth, rapidly healing all damaged areas while alleviating the excruciating pain.

Shen Luo immediately got to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and intended to grin in satisfaction—but his smile froze.

As the dust dissipated, he saw the altar in front of the mountain wall standing completely unharmed, with the Fox Ancestor Statue similarly unblemished, devoid of any damage.

"An illusion?" Shen Luo’s pupils contracted sharply as he realized it instantly, his face turning ashen.

He had indeed forgotten what the Fox Clan excelled at.

While the Qingqiu Fox Clan was not as proficient in illusions as the Jilei Mountain Jade Fox Clan, the illusions conjured by an ancient fox nearing the strength of Heavenly Venerate were far beyond Shen Luo’s ability to discern.

"Boy, such an important thing—did you really think I wouldn’t guard it? How does it feel? Despairing, isn’t it? Even after exhausting all your efforts, willing to trade injury for success, you still failed utterly. Do you see it now? This is the disparity between us, an insurmountable chasm!" The giant fox Dharma-form stood near the altar as Su Zhen mocked him with laughter.

Although she taunted him, Su Zhen inwardly held a newfound respect for Shen Luo’s strength. The fact that her earlier strike hadn’t outright killed him had been somewhat unexpected.

Shen Luo’s face was desolate, as if Su Zhen’s words had shattered all his confidence.

"You’re indeed powerful and cunning, driving even the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom into a dead end step by step. I am no match for you! But the enmity between humans and foxes is undeniable. Even though Shen has no ability to defeat Your Excellency, I will fight you to the bitter end!" he said coldly as weak flashes of gold and black light flickered over his body, seemingly preparing to retaliate.

However, Shen Luo’s face suddenly turned bright red, and the gold and black light flared only briefly before dissipating in an instant. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggering back two steps and using the nearby stone wall to stabilize himself.

Su Zhen’s expression became even more ridiculing, her lips parting to say something—but her face abruptly shifted.

"You cunning brat! How dare you play tricks to stall for time in front of me? Go die!" She roared in fury as the giant fox Dharma-form swung its massive claws in a crushing blow.

Waves of monstrous tidal force descended, creating cyclonic shockwaves that swept the surroundings.

Shen Luo’s despair disappeared in an instant; his gaze sharpened with lethal coldness as he flicked his sleeve.

A yellow shadow appeared beside him—it was the Sky Fiend Corpse King. With a swift hold of Shen Luo, the Corpse King dodged the devastating strike at the last moment, narrowly avoiding certain death.

Shen Luo’s injuries remained too grave; even though delaying Su Zhen with conversation had allowed him to recover somewhat, the time was far too brief, leaving him far from fully healed and incapable of free movement.

Su Zhen’s hand turned over to summon the silver rod. At the top of the rod, blood light surged outward, condensing into a blood-red beam that shot forward faster than before, arriving in the blink of an eye before Shen Luo.

The Sky Fiend Corpse King didn’t even have time to summon the Turn Sky Seal, instead using all its strength to throw Shen Luo aside and shield himself in front of the blood-red beam.

A sizzling sound pierced the air as a massive hole was blasted through the Corpse King’s chest. The flesh around the wound blackened as if scorched, and the Corpse King hurtled backward, flung far away.

"Haha, even your Taiyi Refining Corpse is gone. What else do you plan to use now to defend yourself?" Su Zhen sneered grimly, her tone now akin to a cat playing with a cornered mouse. She injected more mana into the silver rod.

Another streak of blood light shot from the tip of the silver rod, vanishing in a flash as it appeared directly before Shen Luo.

Shen Luo tried to move sideways to evade, but the agonizing pull from his damaged organs made him inhale sharply, slowing his movement—he was about to be pierced by the blood-red beam.

At that critical moment, a streak of sword light descended from the heavens, revealing a wide-bladed giant sword, like an enormous, steadfast shield, blocking Shen Luo from harm.

The sword’s body was bright silver, inscribed with two ancient-character markings: "Kunwu."

"Boom!"

A resonant reverberation erupted.

The blood-red beam struck the wide-bladed giant sword, causing it to tremble violently as an overwhelming force swept out, sending Shen Luo hurtling backward.

In that instant, the wide-bladed giant sword’s surface erupted with profound silver light, forming a silver vortex that swallowed the blood beam completely.

A streak of escape light descended from the sky. Within the escape light, a figure stretched out their hand and grasped the Kunwu Sword. It was none other than Master Yan.