Chapter 1151: Sacrificing Himself Fearlessly, Zhao Mu Shen

When the second streak of seven-colored light burst forth, not only Mi Shi himself but also the various powerhouses who had fixed their gaze on the scene were struck with horror, unconcealed fear surfacing in their eyes.

No one had expected Zhou Yuan to be capable of continuously activating two streaks of seven-colored sword light!

To everyone, this was truly unbelievable. The cultivation requirements for Sacred Genesis Arts were extremely stringent, and even upon mastery, activating them demanded an enormous amount of Genesis Qi. According to their estimates, even a Heavenly Sun Stage expert with a Genesis Qi foundation of three billion would need to exert their full power to unleash a single Sacred Genesis Art.

Attempting to unleash another one would likely result in a backlash.

Throughout the entire battlefield, even the most powerful, Guan Qinglong and Mi Shan, probably couldn't manage a second Sacred Genesis Art!

Yet now... Zhou Yuan had accomplished it.

Judging by the power contained within that second streak of seven-colored sword light, it was clearly no illusion!

Therefore, when Mi Shi saw the seven-colored sword light streaking through the air, he immediately turned and fled without hesitation.

With his now fractured stone body, he could no longer withstand a second strike!

Mi Shi pushed his speed to the absolute limit. He was exceptionally cunning and ruthless, retreating without regard for the Saint Race experts in his path. Those who couldn't evade in time were swept by the pursuing seven-colored sword light, instantly exploding into a shower of blood foam, leaving no trace of their bodies.

However, his actions had little effect.

The seven-colored sword light, like a persistent shadow, clung close behind, rapidly gaining on him as time passed.

That intense aura of danger made Mi Shi's hair stand on end.

His expression grew extremely grim and furious. This outcome had vastly exceeded his expectations. The intelligence that Zhou Yuan could unleash a second seven-colored sword light was something Ji Mo had never mentioned, and it now presented him with immense trouble.

Mi Shi took a deep breath, finally expelling a stream of grayish-white smoke. The smoke instantly transformed into a vast, sky-obscuring mudslide that then collided with the seven-colored sword light.

Shing!

However, even Mi Shi's methods proved unable to halt the sharp advance of the seven-colored sword light. The sword light swept through, instantly shattering the entire mudslide, which had been formed from Genesis Qi and was powerful enough to crush countless mountains.

Seeing this, Mi Shi could only continue his frantic escape.

However, everyone also noticed that Mi Shi's escape route led directly toward Mi Shan's combat zone.

Meanwhile, in Mi Shan's battle, Mi Shan held the absolute upper hand. Jiang Jinlin was bleeding profusely from Mi Shan's attacks, his dragon scales torn, and his body covered in deep, bone-visible wounds, presenting a truly miserable sight.

However, Jiang Jinlin still possessed a fierce fighting spirit. Even in such a sorry and suppressed state, he continued to attack relentlessly, firmly entangling Mi Shan.

He had noticed Mi Shi's predicament, and allowing Mi Shan to help Mi Shi resolve this crisis would undoubtedly mean losing a great opportunity.

Facing the relentlessly pestering Jiang Jinlin, Mi Shan's expression grew somewhat grim. The current situation, owing to Zhou Yuan's second seven-colored sword light, had clearly begun to slip from his control.

If he allowed Mi Shi to be severely wounded, the situation would truly turn grim.

“Haha, Mi Shan, I am your opponent! Don’t even think about saving anyone!”

Jiang Jinlin, having noticed Mi Shan’s gaze, immediately burst out laughing. Then, with his face covered in blood, he resumed his furious assault.

However, Mi Shan launched a punch, its force tearing through space, and with that single blow, he caved in Jiang Jinlin's chest, shattering his dragon scales.

Pfft.

Jiang Jinlin spat out a mouthful of blood and roared, his entire body undergoing a more intense half-dragon transformation. Then, fearless of death, he charged forward. As a member of the Profound Dragon Clan, his physical body was inherently powerful and his life force tenacious, so as long as Mi Shan didn't completely kill him, these injuries would eventually recover.

Mi Shan stared at Jiang Jinlin, scoffing, “Do you really think that by entangling me, I can’t offer assistance? You underestimate me too much!”

His gaze fixed on Mi Shi, who was rapidly approaching from that direction, as the Sacred Eye in his glabella suddenly erupted with holy light.

“Sacred Eye: Spatial Shatter!”

As the sacred light from the Sacred Eye surged, the space in front of Mi Shi suddenly twisted violently, forming a dark, abyssal spatial rift.

At that very moment, the seven-colored sword light shot forth, only to be perfectly swallowed by the spatial rift, as if by a giant maw.

Within the spatial rift, terrifying vibrational fluctuations erupted, and then the rift gradually vanished.

Countless shocked voices rang out across the heavens and earth, as gazes converged on Mi Shan. No one had expected Mi Shan, entangled by Jiang Jinlin, to intervene at such a critical moment and help Mi Shi resolve this dangerous situation!

However, Mi Shan clearly paid a price for this; a trace of blood flowed from the Sacred Eye in his glabella, and its light rapidly dimmed.

“But this small price is worth it. Zhou Yuan’s only effective methods are those two streaks of seven-colored sword light. Without them, he’s nothing but a toothless tiger, and Mi Shi is more than enough to deal with him.” Mi Shan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the distant sky, Mi Shi, having narrowly escaped disaster, also let out a deep breath. Immediately, he glared fiercely in Zhou Yuan’s direction. This brat dared to force him into such a pathetic state; if he didn’t kill him today, he simply wouldn’t be able to vent his rage.

However, he didn't act immediately. Instead, he quickly pulled out a handful of blood pills and popped them directly into his mouth.

He was seizing the moment to recover his Genesis Qi.

However, as Mi Shi focused his attention on Zhou Yuan, he failed to notice a strange phantom that had appeared behind him at some unknown moment.

The phantom suddenly pounced, wrapping itself completely around Mi Shi, as streaks of Genesis Qi ribbons bound the two figures together.

The sudden turn of events startled Mi Shi. With a quick glance, he saw a figure behind him, and immediately, in a fit of rage, he activated his Genesis Qi, violently shaking his back.

The figure behind him spat out a mouthful of blood but instead wrapped itself even more tightly around him.

At this moment, Zhou Yuan and the others also witnessed the scene, and their expressions instantly changed: “Zhao Mushen?!”

The person who had appeared behind Mi Shi was none other than Zhao Mushen!

“What ant-like creature dares to attack me, oblivious to death!” Mi Shi’s body continuously vibrated with Genesis Qi, violently tearing Zhao Mushen’s flesh behind him and causing blood to gush.

However, Zhao Mushen disregarded his own injuries. Instead, he revealed a sinister and cruel smile, sinking his teeth fiercely into Mi Shi’s neck and frantically sucking his blood.

At the same time, his roar rang out: “Zhou Yuan, aren’t you going to act?!”

Before his voice had even faded, Zhou Yuan’s figure had already shot forth. He didn’t understand why Zhao Mushen would suddenly act so selflessly, oblivious to death—it clearly didn’t match his personality. However, there was no time to dwell on such matters now; killing Mi Shi was the most important task.

Seeing this, the surrounding Saint Race experts also rushed towards Mi Shi, attempting to protect him.

Wu Yao, Su Youwei, Chu Qing, and others also began to act, intercepting the Saint Race experts.

The battlefield instantly intensified.

Zhou Yuan’s eyes were fixed solely on Mi Shi. He swiftly appeared in front of Mi Shi and Zhao Mushen, watching the two figures, almost intertwined, his eye twitching involuntarily.

“Scram!”

Mi Shi roared in fury, and Genesis Qi suddenly burst forth from his body.

Zhao Mushen was finally blasted away, his body tattered and riddled with holes, looking utterly miserable.

Mi Shi rapidly retreated with a grim expression.

Zhou Yuan waved his sleeve, and a streak of Genesis Qi enveloped Zhao Mushen, who was now as frail as a wisp of smoke, practically on the verge of death.

“You…” Zhou Yuan couldn't help but utter.

Zhao Mushen grinned, his teeth stained with blood. He stared eerily at Mi Shi, a strange greed flickering in his eyes.

“Zhou Yuan, stab me with your Heavenly Yuan Brush,” Zhao Mushen said.

Zhou Yuan was startled, but the next instant, he gripped the Heavenly Yuan Brush tightly, and its sharp tip shot out, fiercely piercing Zhao Mushen’s lower abdomen.

Zhao Mushen gripped the brush body tightly, glancing at Zhou Yuan with a twisted expression.

“Didn’t you tell me to stab you?” Zhou Yuan chuckled.

Zhao Mushen’s mouth twitched. This bastard truly didn’t hesitate at all; for a moment, he even wondered if Zhou Yuan was taking the opportunity to kill him right there.

However, there was no time to mind Zhou Yuan now. Zhao Mushen formed a hand seal with one hand, as streaks of blood wriggled on his face, forming a peculiar pattern.

Pfft!

And just as his hand seal was formed, the rapidly retreating Mi Shi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. A gruesome blood-hole inexplicably appeared in his lower abdomen.

Mi Shi stared in disbelief at the strange wound on his lower abdomen, then furiously looked at Zhao Mushen. Clearly, his injury had been inflicted by this mere ant, who was also only at the intermediate Heavenly Sun Stage.

Facing Mi Shi’s murderous gaze, Zhao Mushen grinned eerily and said, “When you were at your weakest earlier, I swallowed your blood and simultaneously injected my blood into your body. So now, we are connected.”

Immediately after, he reached out, gripped his other arm, and twisted it fiercely.

Crack.

He had actually forcibly torn off one of his own arms.

Two screams rang out.

One was Zhao Mushen’s, and the other, naturally, was Mi Shi’s.

Mi Shi looked furiously at his right arm, from which blood gushed. His entire arm had been forcibly twisted off and dropped.

Moreover, no sooner had the severed arm fallen than a suction force erupted, seizing it.

It was Zhou Yuan acting.

Zhou Yuan, holding the severed arm with a hint of distaste, looked at Zhao Mushen: “You want this thing?”

Earlier, Zhao Mushen had sent him a voice transmission, instructing him to cooperate in snatching the severed arm.

Zhao Mushen’s eyes were blazing. He snatched the severed arm and, to Zhou Yuan’s somewhat shocked gaze, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the arm in one gulp…