Boom!
As the Yin-Yang Virtuous Evil Buddha Dharma Idol struck out with its palm, the Nine Extremes Killing Formation was forcibly pried open. In the next moment, the entire formation shattered into countless fragments.
"Annihilation."
The Wine Monk clasped his hands together, his expression devout and solemn. The light from the Yin-Yang Virtuous Evil Buddha Dharma Idol became even more dazzling. Blood light and Buddhist light intertwined, erupting with astonishing power.
In the end, the Nine Extremes Killing Formation was completely destroyed.
Luo Zhenting was defeated.
"With Luo Zhenting’s defeat, only Huang Tianlin, the Wine Monk, and Li Yun still have undefeated records."
"In the next round, Li Yun will inevitably face one of the three super-tier powerhouses. Whether he stops at fourth place or shakes the status of the three super-tier powerhouses depends entirely on the upcoming battle."
As this battle ended, the emotions of the crowd were thoroughly ignited.
At this stage of the competition, the Heaven’s Chosen Assembly had reached its most critical moment. Only three rounds remained, and every round would contain battles of immense significance.
Without question, in these final three rounds, Huang Tianlin, the Wine Monk, Luo Zhenting, and Li Yun had become the focus of everyone’s attention. The battles between them gripped the hearts of all spectators.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the seventeenth round began.
The first match of this round was Li Yun versus the Wine Monk.
Whoosh!
Two figures flashed almost at the same time and landed on the arena.
The moment Li Yun and the Wine Monk appeared, the atmosphere around the battlefield became tense. Countless gazes gathered on them. At this stage of the Heaven’s Chosen Assembly, every remaining fight carried enormous weight, but this battle was especially important.
The Wine Monk had just defeated Luo Zhenting.
Li Yun had repeatedly created miracles and had already shaken the entire assembly with his terrifying strength.
Whoever won this battle would stand one step closer to the final peak.
On the arena, the Wine Monk looked at Li Yun with a faint smile. There was nostalgia in his eyes, but there was also blazing battle intent that could not be hidden.
"Li Yun, it has been a long time since we fought in the Eastern Martial Domain."
Li Yun nodded slightly.
"Indeed. At that time, neither of us had reached this stage."
The Wine Monk clasped his hands together and smiled.
"Back then, I already knew you were not an ordinary person. But I never imagined that after meeting again here, you would have already reached such a terrifying level."
As he spoke, the smile on his face slowly faded and was replaced by solemnity.
"Since we have already fought once before, there is no need for probing in this battle. I will not hold back, and I hope you do the same."
Li Yun looked at him calmly.
"That suits me."
As soon as his words fell, Li Yun’s aura began to rise.
This time, he did not plan to rely on complicated sword arts. The Wine Monk was not a weak opponent who could be defeated casually. He was the reincarnation of a powerful Buddhist Dao existence, and his strength could not be judged by ordinary standards.
To face such an opponent, Li Yun would use the most simple and direct method.
The full power of his Slaughter Sword Intent.
And the full power of his physical body.
Boom!
A terrifying crimson aura erupted from Li Yun’s body.
The moment this aura appeared, the entire arena seemed to be dyed in blood. It was not ordinary killing intent. It was pure Slaughter Sword Intent, sharp, cold, and merciless to the extreme
Seventy percent source mastery.
Xiantian Stage Slaughter Sword Intent.
The instant that Sword Intent spread, the expressions of countless cultivators changed. Many felt as though they had been thrown into an ancient battlefield. They could almost see broken weapons buried in blood-soaked earth, mountains of corpses stretching beneath a dark sky, and a single sword standing at the center of everything, ruling over slaughter itself.
"What terrifying Sword Intent."
"Seventy percent source mastery. His Slaughter Sword Intent has actually reached seventy percent mastery at the Xiantian Stage."
"Is he truly still below the Spirit Manifestation Realm?"
The crowd erupted in shock.
Even the Wine Monk’s expression turned serious.
He could feel it clearly. Li Yun’s Slaughter Sword Intent had become far stronger than before. This was no longer a power that merely increased the sharpness of his sword. It could suppress the enemy’s mind, shake their will, and weaken their momentum before the battle even truly began.
But Li Yun was not finished.
In the next moment, his body erupted with an equally terrifying physical aura.
The eighth stage of Ninefold Origin Flesh Scripture.
Undying Origin Body.
His blood seemed to roar like a great river. His flesh shone faintly with deep and ancient vitality. His bones became like divine pillars, and every inch of his body radiated a power that was both indestructible and inexhaustible.
At the same time, his terrifying millionfold body weight became the foundation beneath that physical strength.
He stood there like an ancient divine mountain.
Even before he moved, the arena beneath his feet trembled faintly.
The Wine Monk’s eyes brightened.
"Good."
He clasped his hands together, and blood light and Buddhist light began to intertwine behind him.
"Yin-Yang Virtuous Evil Buddha Dharma Idol."
Boom!
A massive Dharma Idol appeared behind him.
One face was solemn and sacred, shining with golden Buddhist light. The other face was cold and sinister, rippling with blood light. The two powers, good and evil, sacred and demonic, fused into an overwhelming pressure that spread across the arena.
"Great Salvation Zen Light. Suppressing Prison Blood Light."
The Wine Monk roared.
Two beams of light erupted from the Dharma Idol. One was golden and serene, carrying the power of salvation. The other was bloody and domineering, carrying the force of suppression and punishment.
The two lights intertwined and descended toward Li Yun like heavenly judgment.
Li Yun did not retreat.
He raised his sword.
The seventy percent Xiantian Stage Slaughter Sword Intent condensed onto the blade. In the next instant, the sword in his hand seemed to become the center of all killing power in the arena.
Then he swung.
A crimson Sword Qi tore through the air.
There was no needless brilliance.
There was only slaughter.
Bang!
The crimson Sword Qi collided with the two beams of light.
Golden Buddhist radiance and blood-colored suppressive force erupted violently, yet the Slaughter Sword Intent cut straight through them. The two beams were torn apart, and the remaining power swept toward the Wine Monk.

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