Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1045 548: 8th Life: Six Calamity Asura, Supreme Ultimate Skill! (Part 2)

A mere fortnight ago, every cultivator present in Xuandan City bore witness to the conflict erupting above the city walls.

Lu Yuan stood his ground against six Void Dao Saint Masters, holding his own without falling into a disadvantage. Even under the crushing weight of the Thousand-Silence Dragon-Trapping Formation, he fearlessly executed Fu Ming, an esteemed elder of the Medicine God Sect.

Such battlefield dominance is truly staggering, nearly reaching the level of a supreme Half-Step Venerable.

Despite their habitual arrogance, these demonic cultivators refrained from provoking the godslayer, Lu Yuan.

Other observers were similarly struck by his overwhelming aura, frozen in shock and too terrified to make a move.

"Are you indeed Lu Yuan, the prodigy from Great Li who dispatched Wei Jun and the Chi Song Daoist?"

"If my information is accurate, Wei Hu must have also met his end at your hands, correct?"

Chu Tianlie arched an eyebrow, having identified his opponent.

"Suppose I am, what then?"

Lu Yuan remained unfazed by the revelation of his identity.

The Divine Fire Sect possesses spies across every corner of the vast realms, so it was entirely expected for someone of Chu Tianlie's caliber, a Half-Step Venerable, to be privy to such intelligence.

"The affairs of the Wei Family hold no interest for me, but Xuandan City is mine to claim. Step aside this instant, or face total annihilation!"

Chu Tianlie snorted, his posture dripping with supreme arrogance.

"Then let us witness if you truly possess the strength to match those words."

Lu Yuan stepped forward, vanishing instantly from sight as if he had teleported, reappearing beyond the borders of Xuandan City.

"Since you are so eager to embrace death, I shall oblige!"

A cold glint flickered in Chu Tianlie’s eyes. With a single thought, a massive Dharma Aspect materialized behind him.

The apparition was hideous, stretching ten thousand feet tall with three heads and six arms, each hand clutching a dark, sacred artifact.

Eerie green flames engulfed the entity, amplifying its terrifying aura.

It resembled a six-armed Shura rising from the depths of hell, chilling the souls of all who beheld it.

"Lu Yuan, watch out! That is the Six-Malignant Shura Dharma Aspect of Chu Tianlie!"

"This manifestation fuses six varieties of Yin Malignant Fires; its destructive potential is monstrous. A single breath can transform oceans into barren deserts—it is the supreme ultimate technique of the Divine Fire Sect!"

Yang Yuan cried out a frantic warning.

"Boom!"

Barely had Lu Yuan surfaced outside the city when the Six-Malignant Shura Dharma Aspect thrust a colossal hand toward the sky, aiming to seize him.

The palm was cloaked in ghastly emerald fires. Even before the strike landed, a wave of scorching heat rippled outward, causing the cultivators inside Xuandan City to break into a cold sweat of agony.

It felt as if their mana and spirits were being ignited from a great distance away.

The weakest among the observers instantly burst into flames, silently crumbling into dust.

A single thought from this entity threatened to raze the heavens to the ground.

Such is the terrifying capability of a Half-Step Venerable.

It is no hyperbole; had the Thousand-Silence Dragon-Trapping Formation not shielded the city, millions would have perished within seconds.

Yet, amidst this lethal assault, Lu Yuan neither retreated nor shielded himself.

Only when the massive hand was inches away did he raise his fist and strike back.

The punch looked deceptively light, reminiscent of a toddler's playful jab, seemingly devoid of any real weight.

Against the sky-covering palm, Lu Yuan’s fist seemed nothing more than an ant challenging a mountain—an impossible disparity.

"It is over! Lu Yuan has grown far too arrogant!"

Yang Yuan’s heart plummeted into despair, his brief flicker of hope extinguished.

Chu Tianlie’s Six-Malignant Shura Dharma Aspect was forged from the blood and spirits of billions of Blood Demons, designed not only for raw power but to corrupt any magical artifact or divine soul it encountered.

Even a peak Void Realm Saint Master would dissolve into a puddle of rot upon the slightest contact with those Six-Malignant Flames.

Although Lu Yuan had improved his cultivation during his retreat, there was no way he could bridge the gap with a Half-Step Venerable.

The other Saint Masters hung their heads, utterly defeated by the prospect of total collapse.

Chu Tianlie bellowed with sinister laughter, mocks swirling at the boy’s overconfidence. The Six-Malignant Shura Dharma Aspect was a legendary skill, one that even true Venerables hesitated to face directly.

For a late-stage Void Realm cultivator to think he could challenge such power was nothing short of suicide.

As everyone watched with bated breath, the titanic hand roared down to pulverize its target.

Yet, the moment it collided with Lu Yuan's fist, an unimaginable eruption of force shook the heavens!

"Bang!"

A concentrated beam of golden energy exploded forward, piercing the firmament like a war spear crafted by the gods.

Space itself fractured in the path of the blow.

The terrifying, sky-obscuring hand disintegrated like brittle parchment under the force of the strike.

The impact did not cease there; the kinetic energy surged up the entity's arm, crumbling the entire limb into nothingness.

Such was the devastation caused by one strike.

Witnessing this, both the cultivators inside the city and the Divine Fire Sect disciples gasped in unison, their faces masks of pure disbelief.

To contest such a forbidden Dharma Aspect using only physical might—what did that even imply?

They knew full well that this technique usually spelled doom for any who faced it.

And yet, with a casual flick, Lu Yuan had shattered the arm of an invincible construct.

Nobody would believe such a legend even if they heard it with their own ears.

And Chu Tianlie was a seasoned veteran, a true master—how could a youth barely twenty years old possess such a monstrous level of strength?

"The Great Sun Zen Sect’s Indestructible Golden Body?"

Chu Tianlie’s pupils contracted to needles, his mind racing with alarm.

"No! Even those ancient monks who temper their bodies for centuries could never attain such resilience."

"Only the legendary Buddha Venerables who have been in isolation for ages could achieve this! Who are you exactly?"

Chu Tianlie felt a tremor of fear, his eyes locked onto Lu Yuan while he desperately tried to discern his true background.

"Die!"

Lu Yuan ignored the interrogation completely.

A crimson flash ignited the air as the Blood Extinction Celestial Saber appeared in his grasp.

Unfurling his Wind Thunder Profound Wings, he charged directly toward the wounded Shura.

His recent seclusion, aided by the potent Profound Phoenix Void Divine Pill, had elevated him to the late-stage Void Realm.

His power had swelled tenfold, placing him at the threshold of fighting a full Ming Dao Venerable.

While Chu Tianlie carried a fearsome reputation, his cultivation technique was ultimately flawed; he was merely a Half-Step Venerable, entirely outmatched by Lu Yuan.

In the span of a few breaths, the arms of the Dharma Aspect were systematically hacked away, entirely dismantled.

Only three grotesque heads remained, howling toward the heavens in a mix of fury and existential dread.

Even the feared Six-Malignant Flames proved useless against him.

The Divine Fire Sect’s Nirvana Nine Transformations allowed the user to harness any flame in the world for their own rebirth.

Because his version had been refined and perfected through his internal simulated trials, it was flawless—superior to the sect’s original. Thus, the flames posed no danger; they simply fed his own nirvana.

"Why do you possess the secret Nirvana Skill of my sect?"

As Lu Yuan’s momentum continued to build, absorbing the very flames that should have destroyed him, Chu Tianlie’s expression twisted into one of pure, unadulterated dread.