The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 489 - 391: Power of Secret Technique! The Child Who Picked Up the Forbidden Tree’s Branch
"Screech—"
The moment the silver-haired man made his move, it seemed as if a blinding flash of lightning suddenly streaked between him and Lu Yuan.
The brilliance of this lightning was so dazzling that even Lu Yuan’s vision was slightly affected.
His eyes squinted slightly, but the eyeballs on his shoulder and chest suddenly widened, responding purely on instinct.
Lu Yuan unleashed all eight arms, as if eight blood-red giant serpents were simultaneously reaching out in the void.
With a thunderous boom, they directly bit onto the lightning.
The silver-haired man’s figure emerged.
He was positioned above Lu Yuan’s head, holding a Diamond Spear. The spear pierced through the palms of four ferocious blood claws, leaving barely an inch between it and the vertical mark on Lu Yuan’s forehead, yet was pinched tightly by the other four blood-red claws.
Despite the four palms being pierced, Lu Yuan’s face showed no expression.
The four arms gripping the spear exerted force downward, and the silver-haired man followed suit, pressing down while Lu Yuan slightly turned his head.
The spear, shining with a diamond luster, shot past his cheek toward the rear.
The free four hands moved forward to grab, ready to crush the silver-haired man from all directions.
The silver-haired man’s expression changed slightly. He released the spear with one hand and raised the Diamond Shield in the other.
"Boom!"
Lu Yuan’s four claws slammed directly onto the Diamond Shield, transmitting a terrifying force that sent the silver-haired man holding the shield flying like a cannonball.
"Boom rumble—"
The silver-haired man landed, his legs spread, burrowing into the ground, forcibly carving two deep grooves into the alloy-made ground.
Before he had fully absorbed the impact, Lu Yuan was already upon him.
The imposing and fearsome Asura Body rolled forward, like a massive blood-red wave crashing furiously.
In no time, it caught up to the figure of the silver-haired man, attacking relentlessly.
"Boom boom boom!"
A vast sea of blood surged, sending dark red ripples spreading all around.
Beneath the blood-red surface, brilliant streaks of light continuously converged, only to be shattered by the dark red ripples again and again.
This fierce battle lasted roughly over half a minute.
During this time, continuous thunder-like explosions rang out, making the ground shake and tremble violently as if hammered by a giant.
Terrifying energy waves spread out wave after wave, making the half-minute feel like an eternity to the Eleventh Throne watching from the sidelines.
He strained to keep his eyes wide open, trying to discern the situation within the chaotic battlefield, but the fearsome area was completely beyond his perception.
Any attempt to get closer with Spiritual Power would be instantly shredded by the raging energy.
The Eleventh Throne was caught in a struggle between fleeing and staying.
Finally.....
"Bang!"
After a dull loud noise, blinding light surged up from the bloody light, releasing a sudden burst of radiance.
A massive blood-red figure staggered back several steps and then stopped, revealing Lu Yuan’s calm and unchanged figure.
A hint of delight flashed across the Eleventh Throne’s face.
But before he could fully express his joy, his expression suddenly froze.
"Uh..."
In the center of the battlefield, the silver-haired man stood quietly.
His head slightly lowered, his shoulders and back rising and falling heavily as he panted.
The ornate Diamond Armor on him was now completely shattered.
The Diamond Shield in his hand was left with barely a quarter, almost entirely destroyed.
His body was covered in wounds, as if slashed by countless blades, with one arm twisted in a bizarre angle.
He slowly raised his head, half of the diamond mask on his face caved in, cracked like porcelain.
Blood dripped little by little from the broken edge of the mask, staining his half body and his temple’s silver hair red.
"Liao... Lord Liao..."
The Eleventh Throne trembled as he spoke, looking at the battered silver-haired man.
It was clear that in the recent battle, the silver-haired man had suffered severe injuries.
As the strongest being in the entire Mosa.
When the Eleventh Throne joined Mosa, Liao was already at the ninth level.
Through the years, he maintained a firm grip on the position of the First Throne, his strength unfathomable to the organization.
It was known that Liao’s power was such that even if the other seventeen thrones united against him, they might not be able to match him.
But now... he was injured.
And injured so seriously.
At this moment, an indescribable emotion surged from the Eleventh Throne’s heart, suffocating him, as if something was quietly collapsing.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Lu Yuan slowly stretched his body, the minor wounds and misaligned muscles and bones on his eight-armed form rapidly recovering.
A more intense and oppressive killing intent and aura surged, spreading outwards like a tidal wave.
"Whoosh—"
Lu Yuan exhaled softly, then looked at the silver-haired man before him, speaking with a hint of admiration, "You’re much better than those I’ve crushed before.
You’re very strong...."
Lu Yuan’s words came from the heart.
His current state was so powerful, even he couldn’t fully gauge it.
Under the Asura’s slaughter and combat instincts, thinking back... even if that Far Star Luo Ya with a Super God-level Mecha stood before him now, it wouldn’t take more than a few rounds before he was dismantled into a pile of scrap.
Yet this silver-haired man from Mosa could withstand a full-on assault, truly a commendable opponent.
