Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2652 - 978: Life Soul Incomplete, Fierce Battle with Qing Shuang (3)

Even the Yuan Tu Sword could only etch a white scratch onto that Heavenly Stick!

In that heartbeat, Luo Chen’s pupils constricted violently.

He dared not hold back further; the Life-taking Golden Feather danced beside him, weaving between quick thrusts and sweeping whips to prevent Qing Shuang from drawing near.

If True Master Jin Ling of the Five Elements Divine Sect were still breathing to witness this, he would surely fly into a rage.

The lethal Life-taking Golden Feather was designed to be wielded with Magic Powers, yet here was Luo Chen utilizing it like a mere blade in a brawl.

But Luo Chen was beyond caring; if Qing Shuang’s palm made contact, he feared not just broken bones or snapped tendons—being pulverized into mist was a certainty.

Following a violent collision, Luo Chen lunged forward with a sharp stab.

The Heavenly Stick expanded and elongated abruptly, forcing Qing Shuang back several dozen feet.

Luo Chen’s gaze ignited with intensity.

"Go!"

The Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire erupted from the Heavenly Stick like a coiled serpent of flame.

Yet, just as the strike neared its target, Qing Shuang’s form dissolved into thin air.

"A spatial technique?" Luo Chen was startled. He realized in that instant that while other Power of Laws might be suppressed on this Soul Island—hindering the use of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi—Qing Shuang remained completely unaffected.

The reason was simple: she had grasped the True Meaning of Space Law!

Time and space are eternal and all-encompassing!

A voice drifted from the void, filled with a begrudging respect, as if acknowledging a worthy adversary.

"I must commend your growth over these years!"

A split second later, the air rippled and a silver-white palm manifested, striking towards Luo Chen’s unguarded back.

Upon impact, a devastating burst of Qi Power surged, threatening to reduce everything to nothingness.

Boom!

The palm strike detonated, shattering his illusion.

Qing Shuang faltered, a look of utter shock painted across her beautiful face.

Her lethal blow had somehow missed its mark.

The reply she received was the tip of a blood-red sword.

Luo Chen spun with the blade, a move as fluid as plucking stars and capturing the moon, aimed directly for her heart.

Alarmed, Qing Shuang contorted her left hand in a strange motion, projecting it forward to guard her chest.

"Clang!"

The sword met the glove, emitting a screech so piercing it threatened to shatter their eardrums.

Luo Chen’s expression hardened; he gripped the blade with one hand and shoved the hilt with the other.

"Break!"

Against all expectations, the mighty Yuan Tu Sword surged forward three inches, piercing through the silver-white glove.

Swoosh!

Qing Shuang banked backward as her blue robes fluttered, blooming with sudden spots of crimson.

Where her chest had been flat, a hint of curved form now emerged from her robes.

Qing Shuang lifted her hand, examined the injury, and then gazed upward, lost in thought.

"A fine blade indeed!"

"Yet, your ability to conjure illusions that deceive my Divine Consciousness is even more impressive."

Despite the high praise, Luo Chen’s expression remained grim.

Soul Technique—Ghost-God Evading Technique!

It was his own invention, born from the illusions of the Desolate Beast Ghost Immortal Tower, and it was nearly unbeatable against those with weaker Divine Soul Endowments.

Especially now, with his own Divine Soul Endowment pushed to its limit, almost no one in the Nascent Soul realm could rival him.

From the moment the fight started, he had suppressed the urge, waiting for the perfect opportunity to unleash it.

Yet, even when Qing Shuang fell for the ploy, he had only managed to inflict a minor wound.

"I have visualized battling you countless times, overestimating you at every turn. But when the reality dawned, I realized I had still underestimated you by a wide margin."

Luo Chen stood poised in the void, the red sword in his hand and the Life-taking Golden Feather hovering overhead. His figure flickered, becoming translucent; his true self was nowhere to be found.

Even his voice seemed to carry from all directions, rendering it impossible to pinpoint his position.

Qing Shuang stared at him, her face growing deathly serious.

She was whispered to be the greatest beneath the Divine Transformation realm!

Her past triumphs justified such a reputation.

Had it not been for a setback in her Cultivation, even the Great Power Chun Yuan of the Tianyuan Daoist Sect might have struggled to contain her.

Yet today, she had been wounded by an equal, and had her reflexes been a hair slower, she would have met a grim end.

Compliance was not an option!

Without another word, both combatants exerted their full power, hurling themselves at one another.

Mid-dash, Qing Shuang vanished into the void once more.

Space fluctuated, and upon reappearing, she stood directly beside Luo Chen.

By some miracle, the Yuan Tu Sword was perfectly placed against her delicate neck.

It was as if she had intentionally moved into its path.

Sss...

A thin line of blood appeared.

However, Luo Chen did not escape unscathed; a heavy palm strike, ignoring the distorting effect of his Ghost-God Evading Technique, landed squarely on his flank.

Bang!

Luo Chen plummeted from the sky, crashing into the churning waves of the Netherworld Sea. clutching his waist, his expression darkened significantly.

"How is she able to ignore the Ghost-God Evading Technique?"

On the opposite side, Qing Shuang wiped a finger across her neck, blood staining her skin as she gazed at him with disbelief.

"How does he perceive my Void Escape Divine Technique?"

Within the murky waters, the two locked eyes from afar, both radiating intense peril.

Pa!

With a strike against the surface of the sea, Luo Chen vaulted back into the air.

Undeterred, Qing Shuang ripped through the air once more.

Qi surged and Origin Force collided, the two figures darting and weaving, raining blows upon one another until their bodies were a map of fresh wounds.

This skirmish, while less grand than the clash at Soulbreak Cliff, was escalating toward a final, brutal conclusion.

Huala!

The waves thundered as the sea grew tempestuous, washing over the two figures like frail seabirds caught in a storm.

And the cliffs of Soulbreak, jagged as if carved by blades, watched in silence as the world’s most elite individuals faced their potential doom.`'”`]}`.m```