"Ye Qingzhou! Are you really going to fight me to the death?"

"Nonsense."

Countless strands of Sword Qi fell like rain, the onslaught was relentless, bombarding the blood-red cocoon. As the Power of Death was being heavily consumed, Dio was infuriated.

"You shouldn't oppose death!"

Splurt~

A pair of blood-red armored giant hands slowly tore open the blood cocoon. The viscous substance was pulled into strands, even wriggling slightly, like wild grass growing vigorously.

The outer layer of blood-red muscles was encased in armor made of white bone, with sharp arcs curving along the edges, menacing bone spurs filling all the joints, each radiating a chilling light, exuding a killing aura!

At this moment, Dio's entire lower body was still covered by the blood cocoon, while his upper body and head were enveloped by rolling liquid on the surface. Only two hands were exposed, with white bone armor and crimson muscles intertwining into a tableau of death.

Undead Tyrant!

After sacrificing many members of the Red Moon Order, Dio had now grown over four meters tall, with terrifying Death Magic coursing throughout his body.

Even tens of kilometers away, the martial artists trapped on nearby 'isolated islands' could feel the overwhelming pressure emanating from Dio, as well as that inhuman aura.

At this point, Dio was no longer human, but a complete undead creature. The unintentional emission of 'fearful spiritual light' alone could transform humans within a radius of thirty miles into undead creatures.

This was truly a moving natural disaster!

Dio allowed the Sword Qi to bombard him, even facing the wash of the Sword Qi River, striding straight towards Ye Qingzhou.

"The damage I inflicted is being healed instantly..."

Ye Qingzhou slightly lifted his gaze, seemingly surprised: "The Path of Death can even dispel the lock of time?"

The wounds inflicted by the Primordial Sword were locked to the state at the moment of injury, making them impossible to heal through any means.

Even a Golden Martial Saint like Knight King Ola had no solutions against this move from Ye Qingzhou.

However, Blood Royal Dio was clearly not in this category. As a follower of the Death Knight, he was granted the powerful Death Law, allowing him to wield divine authority to a certain extent, using the concept of 'death' to eliminate negative conditions on himself.

Death is one of the Upper-Rank Laws, and one of the mightiest great daos; its authority is so high that it can kill the Sword Intent of the Primordial Sword left within him.

Dio shook his newly repaired left hand, with blackened Death Magic entwined between his fingers.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh~

Sharp whistles cut through the air as Sword Qi transformed into missile-like arrows, still bombarding Dio's body. Though the damage was minimal, the insult was severe, quickly darkening Dio's expression.

One after another, the Sword Qi traced mesmerizing arcs in the air before striking Dio's skeletal bone armor sharply.

The booming explosions roared like thunder in a storm.

The Nine Great Divine Flames scorched the air, the expansion from the heat creating high pressure, vaporizing vast amounts of blood. The scent of thick gunpowder mingled with the smell of death, assaulting the nostrils.

Each strike of Sword Qi was akin to a cruise missile, capable of collapsing even skyscrapers.

Yet, after the smoke cleared, what was revealed were two enormous arm bones clamped tightly together, protecting his front. The ashen-white skeleton was covered in scorched marks, flesh was partially blown apart, and web-like cracks marred the armor's surface.

Dio spread his hands, revealing a head covered with an ashen-white skull, the top twisted into bone splinters resembling a crown.

He lowered his hands, harshly plunging them into the blood pool. In the blink of an eye, when he raised his arms again, they were spotless and fully repaired.

"And that's still okay!?"

All the martial artists surrounding the scene showed expressions of despair.

Hert and Lanxiu stood among the crowd, heartbeats frantic. It was their first direct glimpse of the mighty physique of a Peak Martial Saint.

At that moment, Ye Qingzhou's youthful, childlike figure descended from the sky, delivering a flying kick that smashed into Dio's massive four to five-meter tall form.

Despite the ridiculousness of the scene, no one could laugh.

Because the once invincible Dio was indeed sent flying by this kick, traversing tens of kilometers across the sea, landing on another isolated island.

There appeared to be a plaza among the ruins of walls and buildings.

Dio rose, shattering the wall crashing towards him with a punch, his gaze angrily fixed on Ye Qingzhou: "To humiliate me like this is an affront to death!"

Bang~

With a strong push, Dio vanished from his spot, crossing tens of kilometers in an instant, suddenly appearing in front of Ye Qingzhou.

"Die!"

The bone-armored blood fist carried immense power, compacting the air into a mass that through violent friction quickly transformed into a hot red plasma.

The speed of this punch was remarkably swift, surpassing the limits of what the human retina could capture, and even for many Silver Grandmasters, this punch was beyond their 'observation'.

The only visible thing was the fist appearing like a flash before Ye Qingzhou, then solidly striking at Ye Qingzhou's chest.

However, in the next instant, the clanging song of the sword resounded to the heavens, sharp Sword Qi tearing through flesh, slicing bones apart, leaving Dio's right fist bloodied and riddled with wounds.