I alone am the Invincible One!-Chapter 87: Immortal

The terrifying blade aura directly slashed down towards Xu Changqing and Li Meng’er.

At this moment, the golden figure, facing such an overbearing blade, did not dodge or evade; instead, a single finger pointed straight up.

With that one finger, the entire space seemed to collapse, and Mo Qingtian’s seemingly terrifying blade light was instantly devoured upon contact.

"What? How is this possible?"

At this moment, Mo Qingtian in the air was already a bit shocked. This golden figure, clearly formed from a wisp of divine sense, if it truly dissolved his blade light, which was unleashed with fifty percent of his power, then the original body’s strength must have reached the Tribulation Transcendence Realm or above.

Mo Qingtian’s expression suddenly turned cold. Since fifty percent of his power wasn’t enough, he would try with eighty percent of his power, like a Half-Immortal, to see if this wisp of divine sense could withstand it.

Immediately, Mo Qingtian placed the blade in his hand in front of him, his eyes suddenly opened, and a red glow flashed and disappeared. The blade instantly filled with murderous intent, and the entire blade body was instantly covered in a blood-red glow.

Mo Qingtian directly raised the blade in his hand towards the sky with one hand, and the red blade shadow produced by the blade in his hand directly dyed the sky blood-red.

This scene was as if one had entered an infernal purgatory, with terrifying momentum continuously spreading.

"Let’s see how you’ll take my eighty percent power attack this time," Mo Qingtian said, as the blade in his hand slashed down once more.

This time, the power was even more evident; although it hadn’t yet landed, the sheer momentum made people shiver with dread.

Everyone scattered far away to watch.

Fortunately, this plaza was large enough; if it were in a residential area, how many houses would collapse in this battle, and how much property in the War God Hall would be damaged?

Li Meng’er nudged Xu Changqing and said.

"Do you think this blade aura can be resisted this time? Also, is this golden figure Master? I mentioned the face of this figure last time. I swear I’ve never seen such a handsome man in my life."

Hearing Li Meng’er’s words, Wang Yufan’s old face in the distant crowd turned red and then black. What was this woman thinking about all day?

Meanwhile, Xu Changqing carefully observed the golden figure standing before them.

"This figure’s build really resembles Master, but why can’t I see his face clearly? Li Meng’er, did you really see this figure’s face last time, and it wasn’t Master?" Xu Changqing asked, puzzled.

Li Meng’er nodded helplessly and said.

"I don’t like repeating myself. I just told you, it wasn’t Master’s face; it was a very handsome man. I’ve never seen anyone like him in my life. Those deep eyes, that high nose bridge, like an immortal who walked out of a painting. In short, my heart was captured at that moment.

But after he helped me out of trouble, he disappeared again. When I meet Master, I must ask who this figure in the ring is and if I can meet him again in the future."

Just as the two were speaking, Mo Qingtian’s large red blade had already slashed down. This time, the space seemed to be torn apart, revealing boundless black, gaping holes in the void.

The figure standing beside Xu Changqing and Li Meng’er once again extended a finger, directly striking the descending blade.

This time, the finger extended was the middle finger.

With a boom, the finger and the blade aura collided directly. Mo Qingtian’s confident blade aura still disintegrated into dust under the golden figure’s single finger, vanishing without a trace.

"No, how is this possible? If my combat power is five thousand, then the golden figure’s combat power just now reached over ten thousand. What the hell is there to fight? However, that golden figure is sustained by a wisp of divine sense and won’t last long. Then, take another one of my slashes and see."

Mo Qingtian said, holding the blade in one hand, and began to unleash the War God Hall’s ultimate technique.

"War God Formless Blade: Final Chapter."

When Mo Qingtian finished shouting this phrase, a gigantic phantom began to emerge behind him.

This person wore golden armor and held a war blade. And this person was exactly like the previous War God statue; this was the phantom of the War God.

The gigantic war blade in the hand of the man in golden armor constantly flickered with five-colored light.

Following Mo Qingtian’s furious roar, the war blade in the War God’s hand instantly filled with golden light. Mimicking Mo Qingtian’s movements, it slashed down towards Wang Yufan.

"Oh my goodness, this is too terrifying. If such a slash were to land on this mountain peak, I estimate the mountain could be split in half," Xu Changqing continuously exclaimed to Li Meng’er.

Li Meng’er wasn’t worried either. Just now, she felt that this blade absolutely couldn’t break through the golden figure’s defense.

Li Meng’er didn’t know why, but the more she looked at this figure, the more he resembled Master. However, Master’s face wasn’t as handsome as this golden figure’s; one was in the heavens, the other on earth, but only their build was truly similar.

On the other hand, Wang Yufan, seeing that the War God Hall’s old ancestor had even been forced to use the War God’s ultimate technique, it seemed this old fellow might truly be fighting to the death.

But with Wang Yufan present, this mere strength of a Human Immortal Realm was something he could easily handle in minutes.

Wang Yufan, from outside the arena, continuously formed hand seals, and the golden figure also began to mimic the same movements.

When the last hand seal was completed, the golden figure suddenly began to swell and grow, eventually becoming as large as the War God phantom.

When Mo Qingtian saw this scene, his heart pounded.

He was now beginning to doubt whether Li Meng’er’s Master was truly in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm or above. Because what this golden figure displayed was simply not something a Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator could unleash; that could only be the Immortal Realm.

Could Li Meng’er’s Master be an Immortal? A huge doubt enveloped Mo Qingtian. Now, with the arrow on the string, it had to be fired. The gigantic blade shadow directly slashed towards the golden figure.

This time, because Mo Qingtian used ten percent of his power, this horizontal slash, the moment the blade aura was unleashed, it instantly disappeared.

Everyone underground was stunned when they saw this scene.

"Did you see anything just now?"

"No, I didn’t see anything."

"Didn’t you see that the blade aura from Old Ancestor Mo’s hand instantly disappeared the moment it was unleashed?"

"Then what exactly happened?"

A knowledgeable elder suddenly said.

"I believe Old Ancestor Mo’s cultivation has reached the Half-Immortal Realm. That blade aura just now was activated using a secret technique of the War God. This old man believes that blade aura is still there, but it is no longer in this space; instead, a force so immense directly entered the void."

Hearing the elder’s words, everyone felt their scalps tingle. If this were in combat, not even being able to see the enemy’s attack would mean nothing but death.