Chapter 1079: Chapter 1079

At this moment, it was already too late for He Ao to pull back his sword. Leaning forward, summoning strength from his waist to his shoulders, he gathered all his power, covered his fist with his Divine Sense, and launched a punch forward.

The two fists collided head-on. The thick floor beneath He Ao’s feet shattered in an instant, and along with it, his feet and calves sank into the solid earth below.

The shockwave from their clashing punches traveled along the floor. Accompanied by the roar of the impact, a web-like network of fine cracks spread in an instant, crossing dozens of meters, all the way to the edge of the walls.

But the shockwave did not completely dissipate; the powerful impact made the entire massive pyramid structure tremble.

Standing at the doorway, Ruilin watched the scene with her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

This tearing of the earth and shaking of the building felt to her more like a devastating natural earthquake than merely the aftereffects of a fight between two ’humans’.

After witnessing the battle between He Ao and the Chief Priest, she thought she had gained enough understanding of just how strong those Transcendents truly were.

Now, she truly realized she had underestimated the Transcendents, and had far underestimated this ’Mr. Hao Yi’.

Meanwhile, at the heart of the battlefield, the prisoner figure who had smashed down from the sky was thrown backward by the rebounding force of the impact, landing not far in front of He Ao.

"Ha ha ha!!!" he laughed loudly while swinging his chains. "Come, again!"

He grabbed the chains that imprisoned his hands, flung them with all his might, and spun toward He Ao. "I must bind you and torture you mercilessly."

He Ao, however, withdrew his hand and glanced at his fist, which was now slightly reddened.

That last exchange had been initiated with Super Memory and Fist Technique enabled, combining into an instantaneous total strength of about 7600 for this body, but it had only managed to contend equally with this prisoner-clad fellow.

And as he pondered, the prisoner figure, swinging his chains, had already closed the distance to He Ao, with the slender chains whipping about, coiling towards He Ao’s body.

The prisoner figure’s gaze was firmly fixed on He Ao before him, his mouth twisted into a sinister grin.

However, just as the chains in his hands were about to entangle He Ao, the chains suddenly swayed and passed through the void.

Startled, he immediately turned around to look behind him.

That calm-faced youth had already appeared behind him to his right, as if having teleported, with the invisible sword blade sweeping up from below towards his neck.

At first glance, the sword blade seemed to have no form at all, as if completely fused into the surrounding void.

If it wasn’t for his high body enhancement, his sensitivity to the environment, and his focused attention, he might not have even been able to capture the trajectory of the sword blade.

He immediately swung his arm, raising the chains to block the invisible sword blade.

The sharp blade sliced through the chains he used to defend himself almost without resistance, with the tip of the sword flicking upwards, stabbing towards his neck.

He bent backward at once, raising both his hands simultaneously, with the broken chains, now in two pieces and shackled to his left and right hands, swinging upwards and striking at He Ao’s body.

The edge of the Shadowless Sword perilously swept past the prisoner figure’s neck, and then He Ao instantly pulled back, dragging the sword blade after him.

While evading the chain’s attack, the blade grazed the prisoner figure’s wrist.

With just such a light slice, a deep, bone-deep wound was carved across the prisoner figure’s wrist.

As it goes, the more the Shadowless Sword reaps, the sharper its blade becomes, and the more elusive to detection.

On its journey so far, the sword had already soaked up sufficient ’blood’.

At this moment, blood seeped from the wound on the prisoner figure’s wrist.

And then it was rapidly sealed by the densely packed flesh. The prisoner figure, looking at He Ao retreating, did not hesitate and immediately pursued He Ao.

At that moment, a loud explosion came from the sky. He Ao, who was drawing back, paused and looked up.

A massive cage fell from above, landing with a crash in the empty space behind He Ao.

Had he not stopped, that cage would have landed squarely on him.

At this moment, the cage in the sky began to fall like torrential rain, crashing towards the location of He Ao.

"Ha ha ha! Where will you run to?! Where will you run to?"

Wielding a chain, the prisoner’s figure excitedly shuttled through this rain of cages, charging in the direction of He Ao.

A cage descended from the sky, blocking his path.

An invisible sword light instantly bisected the cage into two.

Immediately afterward, the sword light continued unabated, stabbing towards the neck of the prisoner’s figure.

The prisoner’s figure certainly did not expect that He Ao wouldn’t retreat but instead would advance, using his own cage as a cover.

He looked at the invisible blade, raising his hands that were covered with a dense, hard shell, then he put his palms together and reached out to catch the blade.

The sharp blade cut through the seemingly tough shell, with blood dyeing the invisible sword.

He sneered, gripping the blade tightly, still forcefully catching the sword light.

Then he forcefully pulled, flinging the Shadowless Sword away and into the ground amidst the booming descent of the cages, not far away.

Following that, the prisoner’s figure seized the opportunity without hesitation, stepping forward, his fist smashing towards He Ao’s face.

He Ao caught the incoming fist with his bare hand; lines once again tearing through the earth from beneath his feet, as he looked at the prisoner’s figure before him, "Where are those who were imprisoned here before?"

"Do you think I would tell you the answer?"

The prisoner’s figure sneered and lifted his fist again, smashing towards He Ao’s face.

Amidst the roaring sounds, the two exchanged blows several times within a very short period.

Their figures rapidly weaved through the falling cages, dense cracks spreading beneath their feet.

Some of the cages that fell too close were obliterated before they could fully hit the ground by the fighting duo, the flying iron bars falling into the cracks of the earth and merging within.

Eventually, in a clash midair, both were sent flying backwards.

He Ao’s body crashed against a slanted wall, half-sinking into it, with thick cracks covering the repeatedly impacted wall.

The prisoner’s figure, on the other hand, was half-buried into the ground, standing amidst the cages, gazing up at He Ao.

At this moment, the cages hanging from the ceiling had completely fallen, these bloodstained cages densely arranged on the cracked ground.

He Ao struggled out of the wall, landing on the ground.

Blood edged his mouth; an injury caused by bodily shocks during the high-speed close combat in that brief period.

He glanced at the Shadowless Sword stuck in the ground in the distance, step by step heading towards the half-buried prisoner’s figure.

The invisible blade transformed into a shadow, rushing from behind the prisoner’s figure at an extremely fast speed.

But just as He Ao stood in front of the prisoner’s figure, iron bars suddenly rose from the ground, enclosing him from all sides.

Then the tops of these iron bars quickly extended out with hard metal objects, blocking the space above He Ao’s head.

A pitch-black ’cage’ formed in this brief moment, ’imprisoning’ He Ao within.

At the same time, four metal panels also appeared behind the prisoner’s figure, trapping the Shadowless Sword that had turned into a shadow.

"I told you, I’ve been observing you for a long time,"

The prisoner’s figure crossed his arms, looking at He Ao, sneering, "Your sword, without external force applied, is devoid of any strength. While it can transform into an illusion, it is an illusion with no power or energy,

"Even if its blade is sharp, without someone wielding it, without the support of strength, it cannot break through anything."

He shook his head and sneered at He Ao in the cage, "I was waiting for you to control the sword and come at me from behind, but you didn’t. However, it’s all over now."

His voice was hoarse and crazed, "Now, I’ve got you."

In that instant, the ground tore open violently, and the ’cage’ imprisoning He Ao quickly rose, revealing enormous tentacles beneath it.

Simultaneously, the cages that had fallen on the ground also rose swiftly. Huge, bizarre tentacles, as thick as boulders, stood in the towering pyramid-like space like ancient monoliths.

Even the bright lights hanging from the ceiling now seemed to dim.

The sound of fine cracks and the tearing of boulders echoed from the ground.

The prisoner’s figure, previously sunken into the ground, quickly rose, reaching the air above.

Only this time, what was supporting him was no longer an elevator platform but a large tentacle connected to his body.

"In the end, I am the victor!"

He adjusted himself to the same height as He Ao’s ’cage’ and looked up at him, with a hint of madness.

The tentacles holding up each cage continued to sway, and the frenzied voice of the prisoner’s figure continued, "I feel so good right now."

At this moment, He Ao just calmly stood in the cage, looking at him, and slowly asked, "What is the Rong Guang Sacrificial Ceremony?"

Hearing his question, the prisoner’s figure was briefly stunned, then his eyes widened, and he sneered, "I don’t know where you heard about the ’Rong Guang Sacrificial Ceremony’, but if you want, I can turn you into the most popular sacrifice at the ceremony."

"Alright, I have no more questions."

He Ao shook his head, looking at the prisoner’s figure before him.

After displaying those omnipresent tentacles, the prisoner’s figure’s own power had indeed greatly increased, but at the same time, his mental state had deteriorated even further.

Similar to opponents he had previously encountered, the prisoner’s figure also had five energy convergence points inside his body, but these five points were concentrated in only two locations.

Hearing He Ao’s words, the prisoner’s figure’s face twitched, and he slowly approached He Ao’s cage, teeth splitting into a snarl, "You are the prey! You don’t deserve to ask me questions."

He Ao looked at the approaching prisoner’s figure and reached out to grab the bars of the cage.

"These bars are transformed from my flesh and blood; you can’t break them."

The prisoner’s figure immediately scoffed.

Then he saw He Ao let go, slightly distance himself, and then his hands violently crashed down on the bars again.

Super Memory, Fist Technique, Power-Enhanced Martial Techniques, 20% strength amplification.

The seemingly indestructible metal was torn apart in an instant, creating a large hole.

Then He Ao leapt forward, throwing a punch at the prisoner’s figure’s face.

"Overestimating your own strength aaaah! Do you know how strong I am now?! "

The prisoner’s figure roared, and numerous tentacles that had emerged from the ground converged together. The metal cages instantly melted and formed flat armor that covered the tentacles.

In a flash, the tentacles wrapped around the prisoner’s figure’s body, transforming into a gigantic hand over twenty meters wide with a metallic sheath, reaching out for He Ao.

This palm put pressure on He Ao that barely surpassed that of the former Vice President.

Members of the Rong Guang Society seemed to receive more of a boost within the City of Rong Guang than He Ao had estimated.

Meanwhile, the numerous tentacles bearing cages also swayed around, converging on He Ao from every direction.

The suffocating, eerie pressure filled every corner of the space.

Feeling the terrifying force, He Ao flipped onto a nearby tentacle and leaped with all his might towards the top of the entire pyramid.

The gigantic hand missed its catch and slapped against a wall, quickly withdrawing and stretching upwards.

The surrounding tentacles immediately coiled beneath the palm, forming a series of slender arms that constantly extended upwards, reaching for He Ao in the air.

At this moment, He Ao was about to touch the summit of the pyramid, its bright lights shining upon his body like a cluster of stars.

And that giant hand was almost following his body, having reached just behind him.

Finally, He Ao’s body touched the pyramid’s summit; he stepped on the wall, turned around, and looked toward the hand that was grasping at him.

At this instant, an invisible blade pierced through the ’small cage’ below in a flash.

The invisible sword light cut through the air with a sonic boom in this instant, charging at the back of that colossal hand.

Indeed, the Shadowless Sword had no lethality without any external force applied.

But then again, applying an external force does not necessarily require direct contact.

After breaking through to B-rank in Martial Arts, one’s Divine Sense can control objects through the air.

It seemed that the giant hand also sensed the sword blade suddenly surging out, and several tentacles quickly extended in an attempt to block the sharp blade.

But it was already too late; the sword light cut through these tentacles in a mere moment, and then, like a spear hurled by a Divine Being, it pierced through the enormous palm, right through the heart of the imprisoned figure within the hand.

However, at this moment, the imprisoned figure had not yet died, and the giant hand continued upward, trying to grab He Ao.

At that time, He Ao had already turned around, his steps upon the pyramid’s top, as he jumped downwards.

Accompanied by a loud noise, countless cracks spread from the top of the pyramid to the surrounding walls.

The sword light that had pierced through the palm also landed in front of He Ao at this instant; changing direction, it surged downward.

He Ao grasped the hilt of the Shadowless Sword, his body merging with the blade as if they were one, with his entire being like a longsword charging downwards.

At this moment, he had fused the insights from his last fight with the Mercenary Corps Leader from Kopes Mining and his long-accumulated battle experience.

Polearm Martial Techniques, the tip amplified by 30%.

In that instant, nearly ten thousand units of strength flooded into the body, tearing apart the flesh that pooled this strength, before being quickly stabilized by the Divine Sense.

The sharp blade descended from the heavens, once again piercing through the giant hand, through the neck of the imprisoned figure in the center of the palm.

The five energy collection points of the imprisoned figure were very simple: two in the heart, three in the neck.

In that instant, the giant tentacle hand shattered, turning into scattered flesh falling from the sky.

Atop these collapsing chunks of flesh, the massive pyramid’s summit finally broke apart vehemently, causing the four exaggerated walls to also shatter.

Countless stones and flesh fell from the sky with dense dust, like a downpour.

This immense pyramid had collapsed.

He Ao’s figure landed on the ground; he looked up at the broken dust and flesh above his head.

When all the dust had settled, he stood amidst the thick dust and ruins.

As the wriggling flesh rapidly decayed.

The azure sky appeared before He Ao.

The core of the city finally revealed itself to He Ao at this moment.

Here, there seemed to be a sky, clouds, and bright light shining on the land, as though it was a normal city.

The sound of footsteps on the rubble came from not far away.

A female warrior wielding a bronze sword walked out from behind the remains of a doorway and stood under the azure sky.

The somewhat dazzling brightness shone upon her face; she raised a hand to cover her cheek and instinctively recoiled, looking at the sphere radiating light in the sky, confused and unaccustomed, she said, "What is that?"

He Ao looked at the light sphere hanging in the sky and slowly replied, "An imitation of the sun."