Chapter 110: Breakthrough and Version Update 3600

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It turned out that when one's power reaches a certain level and possesses large-scale destructive techniques, sheer numbers become practically useless. Without the wisdom to wield word spirits, the Death Servants could only rely on their physical prowess surpassing that of hybrids and their numerical advantage in battle. But when their physical strength was utterly crushed and their numbers failed to sway the outcome, even the stimulation of the Dragon King's blood only drove them into a crazed frenzy, making them little more than a field of chives waiting to be harvested.

Nameless Divine Wind Flowing Killing Sword: Azure Dragon combined with the word spirit: Monarch Flame.

Chu Zihang raised her hand and unleashed the most powerful attack from her secret martial arts as the opening move.

Three fiery dragons, each hundreds of meters long, surged forth wildly, sweeping the Death Servants into the air. According to Liu Tian’s reasoning, a final sword strike would usually be needed to finish the job, but Chu Zihang found such measures unnecessary.

The thousands-degree flames borne by the Monarch Flame word spirit traced the dragons’ bodies, and before the Death Servants could hit the ground, they were already incinerated into black ash.

“So terrifyingly strong,” Xiami said, watching her own wounds quietly heal. “So, Senior Sister Zihang is really this powerful?”

“Not yet,” Liu Tian closed his eyes. “If we’re to fight Odin, this level of strength is far from sufficient—because of the elements’ presence, high destructive power doesn’t mean much.”

“In actual combat, speed, precision, and ruthlessness matter more. You must gather the greatest force in the shortest time and strike the enemy’s weakest point. With Zihang’s current strength, she still can’t defeat Odin’s original substitute.”

“Diffuse and uncontrollable power might seem overwhelming, but to a true master, it’s not worth as much as a simple punch or kick.”

“By the way, how do your Dragon Kings fight?” Liu Tian turned to ask. “Long-range exchanges?”

“We?” Xiami stretched lazily, her beautiful curves fully visible. “Since we can nullify each other’s low-level word spirits, and high-level large-scale powerful word spirits take too long to summon, they’re ineffective in rapidly changing battles. So we fight close combat.”

“Bullying low-level dragons is one thing, but Dragon King against Dragon King, long-range duels are impossible. If it came to that, either both sides would end up unscathed or both would perish.”

“And neither outcome is meaningful.”

“I see,” Liu Tian nodded. As they spoke, the number of Death Servants rapidly diminished. Black ash drifted down like dark snow, and as the flakes settled, the ground began to tremble.

At the center, the coffin slowly shook, creaking as a bloody stench seeped out. Gradually, the crimson coffin lid was pushed aside, revealing the truth inside.

Inside lay a colossal Death Servant bound by flowing mercury, hundreds of meters tall with enormous dragon wings. Even one finger was as thick as an adult man’s waist.

Such a creature could no longer be called a mere Death Servant.

Previously heavily restrained by mercury, the bonds were now fading—the evil dragon was about to break free.

“Dragon King-level Death Servant,” Xiami’s eyes widened involuntarily, a complex emotion flashing across her face. “This really opens my eyes.”

“This oppressive presence, if it fully recovers, should rival the Odin back then,” Liu Tian assessed. “Stronger than I expected. Hmph, not bad—Zihang, still want to fight?”

Chu Zihang had already wiped out the cannon fodder and was in peak condition after warming up. Hearing Liu Tian’s question, she said nothing but slowly clenched the alchemical weapon Muramasa in her hand.

“In that case, let’s do it!” Liu Tian said calmly.

Chu Zihang nodded slightly and stepped toward the dragon-shaped Death Servant.

The moment she moved, the giant dragon suddenly opened its eyes and struggled.

With its tremors, the entire palace shook violently.

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Chu Zihang stood nearly a hundred meters away, her right-hand blade pressed close to the ground, encircled by a ring of red flames stirred gently by the breeze.

Opposite her, the massive Death Servant, now completely free from its bonds, tilted its neck back, exhaling a cloud of white vapor.

No, that was not mere vapor but mercury trapped inside its body, a deadly poison to dragons.

Once released from the Death Servant, the mist condensed into substance, unleashing a crushing oppressive force.

“Even the bloodline pressure?” Xiami was genuinely surprised. “Apart from lacking consciousness, this is a complete Dragon King.”

Yet Chu Zihang remained silent, memories she recalled daily flooding her mind: the rainy night, Death Servants, escape, life and death, a failed bargain, and the final moment of a man frozen in time swinging his blade at one-eyed Odin.

That was four years ago, when Liu Tian was forcibly cast out, wrapped haphazardly in spatial currents, struggling in the chaos.

“At that time, I was powerless,” Chu Zihang whispered. “In front of a true master, the weak’s struggle is meaningless. My father and I tried to escape before the sky battle ended but failed... Odin appeared before us, mocking our ineptitude and weakness. Even when someone held him back, escape was impossible.”

“But I know the reason—it was me. If I hadn’t been a burden slowing my father down, the one with zero time possession would never have failed to escape.”

“For years, I’ve recalled that day, wishing I had enough strength then—a power that wouldn’t be a burden.”

“Unconsciously, four years have passed.” Chu Zihang closed her eyes slowly, the flames around her growing hotter. A massive scarlet phoenix-shaped apparition appeared behind her, but unlike a normal phoenix, its red was vivid as if dripping blood.

Five sharp, blood-red vertical war markings appeared on her forehead. Chu Zihang smiled faintly, “And today, I finally take my true first step.”

The Death Servant’s pupils contracted fiercely. Chu Zihang’s eyes snapped open—as if time itself froze—and a boundless sea of flames erupted.

In that instant, the entire world before Chu Zihang was engulfed in a crimson inferno.

“Roar!”

The Death Servant bellowed furiously and charged forward, its massive body shaking everything around. The ground cracked with savage rifts, mountains crumbled, and the earth seemed unable to bear its rage, moaning beneath the assault.

Though gigantic, it moved with agility beyond its appearance. The air compressed rapidly, forming a shockwave like a stone wall, instantly shattering the flames.

Yet Chu Zihang remained calm, the fierce shockwave whipping her hair, and a colossal foot swept over her, carrying a powerful wind.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...

At merely five meters distance, Chu Zihang moved. Raising her left hand, flames and wind swiftly combined by her side into a burning Chinese-style longsword, while her right hand’s alchemical Muramasa blazed intensely.

Grasping the scalding blade, ignoring the sting from the heat, Chu Zihang beamed with a radiant smile like never before.

Amid flickering firelight, she vanished on the spot. Instantly, a huge fiery bird spread its wings, carving a splendid arc in midair before diving sharply toward the Death Servant’s head.

The scent of roasting meat filled the air as an X-shaped sword light flashed, cleaving the giant head in two—but it was not over.

Having fought the Death Servants countless times, Chu Zihang knew they possessed a second nervous system besides the brain. Severing the brain alone wasn’t enough; the spine had to be utterly incinerated.

Without conscious control, the wind naturally gathered beneath her feet, forming a stepping platform. The scarlet phoenix cried out, muscles screamed, and strength surged from the base upward. For the first time, Chu Zihang surpassed the speed of sound using her own power.

Slash again!

The fiery bird appeared once more, tail feathers blazing. Two hundred-meter-long swords served as its wings, gently striking the Death Servant’s body.

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Relentless, the strike could not be stopped. Chu Zihang pierced through the still-recovering Death Servant, heading straight toward Liu Tian.

Electric Current Drive: 500,000 Volts—Complete Realm!

With a light tap to the forehead, requiring barely any force, Liu Tian effortlessly shattered the fiery bird and caught the charging girl.

“Though you still wasted too much energy, this was a good effort. What’s the name of this new move?”

A mouthful of fresh blood spat out. Though powerful, the newly forged technique exacted a heavy toll: for every thousand enemies slain, eight hundred self-damage was incurred.

Even with the combined healing power of the Heavenly Kingdom’s blood and the Dragon’s blood operating at full force, Chu Zihang felt utterly weak, replying feebly, “Nameless Divine Wind Flowing Killing Sword: Sword Phoenix.”

“Great, great!” Xiami came closer, poking the girl’s battered face. “First time I’ve seen Senior Sister so exhausted—since the fight’s over, shall we head out?”

“Go out? No way,” Liu Tian raised an eyebrow, handing the weak Chu Zihang to Xiami. “There’s one more important thing I need to do.”

“What’s that?” Xiami gently cradled Chu Zihang, resting her head on her shoulder, asking.

“Didn’t I tell you? My path is the magnetic field rotation system. I’ve been stuck at the peak of Electric Current Drive for a year now. Even the strongest technique of ‘Serpent Liu Tian’ has been perfected by me, but I no longer want to delay.”

Liu Tian smiled broadly. A year ago, as he trained, he continually advanced to the million-volt level of Electric Current Drive. But upon reaching that point, when trying to breakthrough further, he encountered a strange blockade.

If previous training was like running on a track, the next stage was like running while breaking chains forged of iron. Progress was possible but required thousands of times more effort for each step forward.

That’s why Liu Tian remained stuck, unable to cross into the next phase of magnetic field rotation, only able to refine the Complete Realm and extend the stamina bar.

Now, with more source points gained, Liu Tian was ready to move forward.

“I’m going to explore one step further—the Nibelungen, as an alternate space, might weaken the unknown force blocking my breakthrough. That’s why I came here.”

“The next step in Electric Current Drive? That’s Magnetic Field Rotation, right?” Xiami’s eyes widened. “Are you going to enter seclusion here? We didn’t bring food this time. Should I go out and get utensils and provisions?”

“No need. Seclusion is for the weak,” Liu Tian laughed. One million volts of electric current enveloped his body, his cells rubbing at high speed, and a magnetic field imbued with strong will began to expand, preparing to interact with the external magnetic field. At the moment of contact, a familiar yet persistent, unknown obstruction appeared between the two.

This force was what had blocked Liu Tian’s breakthrough all along—the greatest barrier preventing him from advancing beyond the million-volt realm.

“Hmph, not even the Nibelungen as an alternate space can weaken it? Then so be it.”

“With my transcendent martial way, my unparalleled talent, and my relentless effort—mere magnetic field rotation, mere worldly obstruction!”

“Damn it, break! Break! Break!”

“Come out! Stronger power!”

[Effort]!

With a focused thought, the familiar interface appeared. Seeing the four hundred points of source points, Liu Tian decisively advanced a point on the Heavenly Martial Way!

“Now, let me show my limits!”