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Who the hell is this guy?

Tian Heng parried with extreme difficulty. The attacker’s face was obscured, but their movements were like a ferocious storm, exerting more pressure on him than Ao Zhen ever had. The only other time in his life he felt such pressure was during his youth when he encountered Lumings.

Worst of all, he had been ambushed in such a situation, unable to adjust his breathing, making it even more difficult; but it wasn’t without a chance.

He had been too hasty, constantly seeking to find Chen Qing without considering the possibility that a highly skilled master would be lying in wait for him.

Now, if he could just break free from his opponent and retreat to the rear military formation, playing it cautiously, with the Western Sea Army’s advantage, he might not be able to save Chen Qing, but at least he wouldn’t sacrifice himself!

With this thought, Tian Heng’s anxious heart briefly calmed, and he coolly looked for an opportunity.

The opponent’s attack speed was fast, obviously intending to crush him in one fell swoop, but the opponent ultimately did not understand him.

If it had been the him from before, even as a Transcendent, being pushed to this point would mean he had virtually no chance of turning the tables. But now it was different—he was the Western Sea God!

Chen Qing had taken Ao Zhen under his command, which was not only a source of immense Power of Faith but also meant that all of Ao Zhen’s inherited battle techniques were imprinted in his brain when she agreed to become a servant of the Western Sea God.

In other words, like Chen Qing, he mastered all of Ao Zhen’s skills.

Aquatic Race warriors had an advantage: their breath.

Dragons, even in human form, retained certain attributes—their lung capacity hadn’t changed.

While a normal warrior, even a Transcendent, could only hold their breath underwater for a few hours, the Dragon Clan were different.

Although dragons breathed through gills, the breaths of the Aquatic Race were always astonishingly voluminous—one breath could last half a day!

He had retained this habit while practicing Ao Zhen’s martial techniques, developing the ability to take deep breaths. Despite being caught off guard and losing his breath, he could easily hold on for another quarter of an hour.

It didn’t look as dire as outsiders might have thought.

If the opponent continued to hound him for a quarter of an hour, he would certainly have no chance. However, if he was willing to risk that last breath to break through, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Tian Heng calmly waited for the right moment, each breath passing slowly. He steadied his heart, trying to find an opportunity within his opponent’s relentless assault.

Finally, as the opponent aimed a finger at his sternum, Tian Heng didn’t hesitate to leave himself wide open, allowing the attack to hit his chest. At that instant, using the force of the blow, he spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated ten yards.

The opponent was shrewd, following closely without giving Tian Heng any chance to catch his breath.

But this was exactly what Tian Heng had been waiting for!

Ao Zhen had dominated the West Sea for years, with no rivals other than the Western Sea Dragon King.

Even the top Elders were no match for her.

Apart from her formidable bloodline gifts, her exceptional martial talent was a significant reason why.

She, who was willing to hone her martial skills among human warriors, had techniques far surpassing her peers and even many elders from ancient times.

This was why the Western Sea Dragon King dreaded her.

Out of all her martial techniques, there was one with formidable power, called Jinghong.

By harnessing the Dragon Clan’s innate Wind Technique and condensing wind energy at speeds even faster than divine winds, her blood and the compressed wind energy mixed inside her body, creating incredibly swift blood circulation synced with the external compressed wind energy, culminating in the strike of Jinghong.

This move had earth-shattering power and was her plan for a surprise assassination against the Western Sea Dragon King in desperate times.

In terms of raw power, it could even break through the Dragon King’s defenses. It was the most tyrannical among Ao Zhen’s lethal methods and had never been used in real combat.

Tian Heng knew the technique, but this was the first time he had actually used it...

The technique could greatly damage the meridians; even for the resilient body of the Dragon Clan, using it once required recuperating for at least six months. If one was not careful, the meridians could twist and rupture, causing permanent disability.

Such a technique was self-destructive, used only as a last resort.

Tian Heng had no intention of using it either, but given the current circumstances, if he didn’t use it now, he feared he wouldn’t get out alive!

With determination flashing in his eyes, Tian Heng gathered the chaotic wind energy mixed with other elements in front of him. Inside his body, his breath also became compressed wind energy under his manipulation, entering into his bloodstream.

Though it was somewhat forced, his extraordinary martial talent allowed him to form the attack instantly. Without any warning, he thrust his spear at the enemy!

The speed was so fast that even the Emperor watching from afar sharply narrowed his eyes.

Tian Heng’s thrust was unbelievably fast, and he thought to himself that if unprepared, he would have been unable to evade that strike within three feet...

Did this guy always have this ability, or did he acquire it after following Chen Qing?

"If it’s the latter, would Chen Qing know this move too?"

The Emperor glanced at the center of the storm. Chen Qing’s current whereabouts were unclear. If Chen Qing also mastered this technique, judging by the capability he had just shown, there would be a chance he could take down anyone with this single move!

However, from his seasoned experience, Tian Heng’s technique must take a huge toll, otherwise Chen Qing would have used it earlier when he was dealing with the Ancient Demon’s High Priest. Although using it might deplete one’s foundation, even so, it still posed the danger of displacing others.

If Chen Qing wasn’t dead, it seemed necessary to be on guard against him.

In that brief moment of contemplation, he came back to his senses and looked back at Tian Heng. He was curious to see how the mysterious high-level fighter would react to being seriously injured by this move—if they would retreat, then perhaps he would need to lend a hand.

A fighter of such caliber would certainly affect what he intended to do next. Variables... should be eliminated if the opportunity presented itself!

Yet, when he looked over, the scene caused him to be momentarily stunned.

Tian Heng was defeated...

Defeated so utterly and cleanly, his heart pierced through from the back, his eyes losing all sense of life, and somehow the mysterious high-level fighter had already gotten behind Tian Heng and struck with a piercing blow through the chest!

What happened?

The Emperor was somewhat unable to comprehend. He admitted to himself that he wouldn’t have been able to dodge that spear—an attack that surely would ve affected anyone. How could it have not had any effect on that person?

"Did you see it clearly?"

The Emperor looked down at the shadow below.

"He dodged it!"

"Dodged it?" The Emperor was still somewhat in disbelief. It was easier for him to think that the attack was not powerful enough to hurt the opponent, but now it turned out to be a mere dodge?

How did he dodge with such speed?

"I didn’t quite catch it..." King Xiang also furrowed his brows from the shadow in the Netherworld because he felt that he himself couldn’t have dodged it. If he couldn’t have dodged it, who exactly was that shadowy figure?

And he couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but it seemed like the figure had some sort of precognition just then...

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"Wind Technique?"

At that moment, Tian Heng’s eyes were vacant; his chest pierced through, leaving him without any strength, his blood flowing profusely. The move he executed had used up all the air inside him, causing his brain to be in a state of oxygen deprivation, making the entire world before his eyes a blur.

But he was clear about what had just occurred.

He hadn’t struck the opponent!

As unbelievable as it was, that was the reality. He was confident that even the Western Sea Dragon King couldn’t have avoided his attack had he been there. But the reality was... he had only hit an afterimage.

And he saw the trace of that afterimage clearly...

It was the Wind Technique!

Murong Yunji’s Wind Technique.

This person knew Murong Yunji’s Wind Technique, and had anticipated his attack!

Otherwise, even if the opponent knew the Wind Technique, there was no way they could have evaded his move...

He... must have known beforehand that he would make this move!

Who on earth... was this person?