Chapter 1405: Eight-Armed Star Spirit King

A furious roar violently reverberated above the void.

Crimson chains, like colossal pythons, coiled upwards in layers, completely engulfing Zhou Yuan's body. On these red chains, mottled and mysterious marks writhed, emitting a peculiar aura.

In Cangxuan Heaven, the hearts of countless spectators suddenly leaped. The previous physical clash between the two truly resembled a confrontation between two gods of destruction, but from the current perspective, Palace Master Shengyuan clearly had the upper hand, trapping Zhou Yuan.

“Zhou Yuan, trapped by the Boundless Dragon-Binding Chains, no matter how powerful your physical body is, today it will be disintegrated into mere flesh!”

Palace Master Shengyuan's eyes turned cold. His hands swiftly formed seals, and immense killing intent, accompanied by a low roar, swept forth: “Saint Mark Erosion!”

Buzzing!

As his seals formed, the mysterious, mottled marks on the python-like layers of crimson chains glowed red. They then converged like schooling fish, continuously sweeping towards Zhou Yuan, who was bound deep within.

Seeing this, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of Palace Master Shengyuan's lips.

Once the Saint Marks penetrated his physical body, no matter how strong Zhou Yuan's body was, it would be corroded into foul blood.

However, before the cold sneer on Palace Master Shengyuan's lips could linger, streaks of silver light suddenly burst forth from deep within the layers of crimson chains.

This sudden change caused Palace Master Shengyuan's eyes to narrow. Without hesitation, he accelerated the Saint Mark Erosion.

But this did not stop the silver light from seeping out. The streaks of silver light were all-pervasive, and as they grew stronger, a faint, deep voice seemed to emanate from the depths.

“Eight-Armed... Star Spirit King!”

The next instant, billions of silver lights erupted, covering the sky. The python-like layers of crimson chains seemed to be forcefully shattered by an immense power.

A silver sun rose, drawing countless shocked gazes.

Within the silver sun, a colossal figure, like a giant, stood in the air. The figure was about ten zhang tall, its body covered in mysterious silver patterns, and eight massive silver arms emerged behind it, stirring the Genesis Qi of heaven and earth.

That enormous silver shadow, like a colossal deity, exuded an overwhelming pressure.

Palace Master Shengyuan's gaze darkened as he looked at Zhou Yuan in this form. With his discernment, he naturally saw that the silver patterns and eight silver arms on Zhou Yuan's body were likely formed by a Sacred Artifact.

In a sense, those silver patterns were akin to his Saint Marks, albeit through different means.

In other words, that layer of armor-like silver patterns was a kind of externally equipped Quasi-Saint Body. Combined with Zhou Yuan's Saint Dragon Body, this was enough to push Zhou Yuan's power to a level that even Palace Master Shengyuan dared not underestimate.

“This brat…”

Palace Master Shengyuan's brows slowly furrowed. He finally sensed some trouble.

However, before he could say anything, the silver giant's chilling gaze had already fallen upon him. The next moment, with a stomp of its foot, the void shattered, and its figure vanished into thin air.

Palace Master Shengyuan's expression turned icy. With a wave of his sleeve, space seemed to twist in layers. He took a step back, retreating into multiple layers of space to conceal his true form.

Boom!

However, even with multiple layers of space concealing him, a streak of light still charged forward with extreme force. It directly crashed through the layers of space, appearing before Palace Master Shengyuan in a single breath.

“Why are you running?! Didn't you want to compare physical bodies? Come on!”

A fierce grin appeared on Zhou Yuan's face, which was covered in mysterious silver patterns. The next moment, his fists, like cannons, directly shattered space, sweeping towards Palace Master Shengyuan with countless spatial fragments.

Terrifying power vibrated. Palace Master Shengyuan's expression was icy as he likewise struck out with a palm. His palm, like white jade, seemed to lack any destructive aura, yet it also contained destructive power.

Fist met palm, and a torrent of power swept forth, directly shattering the space around them. However, before Palace Master Shengyuan could launch another attack, the eight massive silver arms behind Zhou Yuan clenched into fists. Wreathed in surging silver light, they smashed down fiercely towards Palace Master Shengyuan.

A low, muffled boom exploded. Palace Master Shengyuan's body was directly blasted backward, space continuously shattering along his trajectory, and piercing sonic booms resounded across the sky.

Having landed a successful strike, Zhou Yuan had no intention of stopping. He took a step, his figure transforming into a streak of silver light as he gave chase. The next moment, the silver giant arms unleashed countless silver afterimages in a frenzied downpour.

It was like a barrage of artillery roaring across the sky!

That kind of offensive left countless onlookers dumbfounded. Even some Law Domain experts felt a chill run down their spines; in their perception, a single silver fist shadow could probably obliterate them completely.

And now, in that silver torrent, fist shadows numbering in the thousands and tens of thousands converged, truly possessing the power to overturn heaven and earth.

Only now did they fully understand the true weight of Zhou Yuan's title as the strongest beneath the Saint Stage in all heavens.

Under Zhou Yuan's almost frenzied, immense offensive, even Palace Master Shengyuan became somewhat discomfited. He was naturally not afraid of Zhou Yuan's two fists, but those eight silver arms were fierce and powerful, like the arms of a demon god. Often, eight fists would pierce through the void and attack simultaneously, covering the four directions of space. That immense power, combined with Zhou Yuan's own Saint Dragon Body, was enough to make his internal energy and blood surge from the blasts.

Palace Master Shengyuan's expression grew increasingly grim under these circumstances.

Although he hadn't truly underestimated Zhou Yuan, he had immense confidence in himself. He believed that with his Quasi-Saint power, he could suppress Zhou Yuan to the point where he couldn't retaliate.

Yet, Zhou Yuan ultimately used his own strength to show him that the title of "strongest beneath the Saint Stage" was no empty boast.

Today's battle concerned his future prospects and the Saint Race's schemes. Although Saints from both All-Heavens and the Saint Race could not enter Cangxuan Heaven at this moment, Saints from both sides were undoubtedly watching this battle.

Therefore, no matter what, he had to suppress this arrogant brat!

Palace Master Shengyuan crossed his arms in front of him, blocking the eight arms' descent. His figure trembled, and he was sent flying backward.

He stabilized himself and slowly looked up at the terrifying eight-armed demonic figure in the distance. As his eyes opened and closed, a heart-palpitating killing intent permeated the air.

However, at this moment, there was no need for superfluous words. He had originally thought he wouldn't need to use his true methods, but now it seemed he had overestimated himself and underestimated this "ant" he had once scorned.

Palace Master Shengyuan's face was expressionless as he extended his palm. Streaks of light shimmered in his palm, and at this moment, the restless Genesis Qi in this part of heaven and earth suddenly became silent.

Zhou Yuan could feel that, at this moment, the Genesis Qi in heaven and earth seemed to exhibit some resistance towards him, making it difficult for him to control.

Moreover, layers of Genesis Qi continuously pressed down on him, making him feel as if he were trapped in a viscous swamp.

However, these changes did not alarm Zhou Yuan. Having cultivated to this stage, his own being was like a heaven unto itself, so even without drawing upon external Genesis Qi, he still possessed boundless power.

What concerned him, however, was the mysterious halo in Palace Master Shengyuan's palm.

There, with the condensation of a sacred and vast power, a seemingly material Saint Lotus bud slowly rose from his palm.

When the Saint Lotus bud appeared, even Zhou Yuan's pupils couldn't help but contract.

And among the All-Heavens, the gazes cast by many powerful beings subtly shifted, and whispers arose.

“It's actually the Bud of the Saint Lotus…”

“He has reached this stage on the path to Sainthood…”

“In that case, Zhou Yuan is in a bit of trouble…”