Chapter 774: 青蛟形态

Under the gaze of countless shocked onlookers, two figures battled desperately high above in the sky. A furious staff shadow, imbued with immense power, slammed heavily into Zhou Yuan's body, while an incomparably sharp sword gleam simultaneously cleaved down hard onto Mo Yuan's chest.

At that instant, Source Qi shockwaves reverberated through the void. The two figures paused for a moment, then simultaneously flew back awkwardly, plummeting from the sky to land heavily on the enormous stone platform. The ground cracked, fissures spreading out like a spiderweb, and two massive craters formed, with dust and smoke billowing.

The entire Xuanzhou City trembled violently at this moment.

Countless people swallowed hard, awestruck by the fierce aura of the two combatants. Some late Divine Palace experts felt their scalps tingle, knowing that if they had been present, either of the two could probably have easily obliterated them.

Countless gazes stared unblinkingly at the scene.

Yi Qiushui's hands were tightly clenched, her pretty face filled with tension. She wondered who had gained the upper hand in that fierce clash.

Amidst the numerous gazes, the dust and smoke on the field gradually dispersed. In one of the massive craters, a figure awkwardly scrambled up—it was none other than Mo Yuan. However, at this moment, a grotesque gash stretched from his chest to his abdomen, almost diagonally severing his body, with his internal organs faintly visible.

Blood gushed out.

He glanced at the sword mark on his chest, his eyelids twitching slightly, a hint of lingering fear flashing deep in his eyes. Evidently, the sharpness of Zhou Yuan's final counterattack had startled even him.

Fortunately, he had ultimately endured it.

Mo Yuan looked at the other silent deep pit in the distance and grinned sinisterly, saying, "Foolish! How dare you fight me to the death?!"

As his voice fell, the flesh on his chest began to squirm, the bleeding stopped, and the grotesque wound gradually healed. However, the sharp sword qi remaining in the wound was quite troublesome, constantly tearing at his flesh and causing severe pain.

Overall, Mo Yuan's injuries were rapidly recovering.

When this scene was seen by the Yi family members and Yi Qiushui, their expressions involuntarily turned rather grim.

"Mo Yuan had refined the essence blood of a 'Heavenly Demon Ape,' which augmented his physical body and granted him some self-healing abilities," Yi Qiushui said, biting her lip slightly. "No wonder he was so fierce; it turns out he wasn't afraid of getting hurt at all! This Mo Yuan might seem irrational, but he is extremely cunning. His previous actions were entirely aimed at provoking Zhou Yuan into a fierce confrontation."

"Zhou Yuan clashing so hard with him really put him at a great disadvantage."

At this point, others also noticed Mo Yuan's condition and secretly sighed that Zhou Yuan had likely been tricked by Mo Yuan.

The Qiu family members, on the other hand, all smiled. Qiu Long, in particular, breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Mo Yuan's staff strike earlier was imbued with immense Source Qi. Even if Zhou Yuan is still alive now, his body is probably half shattered, and he has no more strength to fight."

"In this battle, my Qiu family has won!"

Hearing this, other Qiu family members immediately beamed with joy and offered their congratulations.

Amidst the various discussions, the dust also dispersed from the other massive crater in the field, but no movement seemed to emerge from it.

"Was Zhou Yuan killed?" people whispered, some expressing regret.

Mo Yuan's eyes were fierce. He had immense confidence in his previous staff strike; it was his full effort, and Zhou Yuan hadn't evaded it. That strike would surely have gravely wounded him.

"To be able to fight me to this extent, you're quite capable," Mo Yuan sneered.

"Is that so?"

However, just as his voice fell, a voice emerged from the distant crater, and then, all eyes saw a figure slowly rising from within. It was Zhou Yuan.

At this moment, his upper body's clothes were torn, revealing a slender physique seemingly brimming with explosive power. But what was astonishing was that his body was completely unharmed!

Mo Yuan's destructive staff strike earlier seemed to have caused him no harm?

"How is that possible?!" Even Mo Yuan, upon seeing this, his face changed drastically, and he cried out in disbelief. That strike of his had landed squarely, unleashing its full power onto Zhou Yuan. According to Mo Yuan's estimation, even a being of his own rank would have been severely wounded by that strike.

"Nothing is impossible," Zhou Yuan replied. "Your strike, however, was quite painful."

Zhou Yuan's expression was calm. He looked at his own body, and if one looked closely, one would notice that mysterious azure dragon scales had emerged on his skin, and his pupils had also transformed into vertical azure slits. He resembled an azure flood dragon. It was precisely the appearance of these azure dragon scales, coupled with Zhou Yuan activating the Xuan Saint Body, that had directly and forcefully resisted Mo Yuan's incredibly fierce attack.

"However, that's all it was," Zhou Yuan murmured.

Zhou Yuan's eyes were slightly closed. At this moment, within his body, it was as if an ancient flood dragon was roaring, a powerful force surging through his limbs and bones. That was the power from the World-Suppressing Heavenly Flood Dragon Qi. When Zhou Yuan truly activated the World-Suppressing Heavenly Flood Dragon Qi to its utmost, he finally experienced its profoundness. It was far stronger than the Primordial Profound Python Qi he had used before.

Mo Yuan watched Zhou Yuan at this moment with a gloomy gaze. For some reason, the power of the Heavenly Demon Ape surging within him seemed to slightly stagnate, as if it was being suppressed by some unknown force.

Zhou Yuan opened his eyes, his azure vertical pupils locked onto Mo Yuan, with no trace of emotion in them. His body was slightly crouched, like a beast about to pounce. In the next instant, the air around him suddenly exploded. His figure shot out like a phantom, straight towards Mo Yuan.

The moment he shot forth, azure dragon scales continuously grew on Zhou Yuan's skin. His right arm rapidly swelled, his veins bulging like coiling dragons, and his fingertips extended. In just a few breaths, it transformed into an azure dragon claw!

"World-Suppressing Heavenly Flood Dragon Qi: Azure Dragon Form!"

The long roar of a flood dragon echoed between heaven and earth. The Source Qi between heaven and earth boiled. Zhou Yuan's figure appeared in front of Mo Yuan as if teleporting. The dragon claw was clenched, carrying an indescribable power, as it punched towards Mo Yuan, whose face had drastically changed.

As that punch was unleashed, the void could be seen tearing apart. A terrifying power surged forth, Mo Yuan's entire skin tightened, and an unspeakable sense of danger surged into his heart, a flash of horror appearing in his mind. This made him realize that if he allowed Zhou Yuan's punch to land, he would likely face dire consequences!

At the critical moment of life and death, Mo Yuan no longer dared to hesitate. With a roar, black light spread over his body, which rapidly expanded as black, steel-needle-like hairs pierced through his skin. At this moment, he resembled a living demonic ape. His eyes were filled with crimson and savagery. He also poured all his strength into his giant fist and unleashed a punch, crashing heavily into the roaring dragon fist before him.

Boom! Boom!

A colossal sound reverberated. Visible shockwaves erupted from beneath their feet, and the entire enormous stone platform began to collapse. Countless gazes were fixed intently on the point of impact. They knew this would be the final clash between the two.

The clash of the two powers lasted only about ten breaths. Then, countless gazes watched in utter horror as Mo Yuan's thick arm suddenly exploded.

Blood splattered. Mo Yuan screamed, and his body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the city, shattering buildings along the way, and forcefully tearing open a deep gash within the massive Xuanzhou City. Amidst rolling debris, his body was buried.

On the collapsing stone platform, Zhou Yuan's figure stood rooted to the spot, completely still. Around him, azure qi surged, as if an ancient flood dragon was coiled. The sound of collapsing buildings continued to echo, yet at this moment, within Xuanzhou City, countless gazes fixed on the shirtless young figure had fallen into a shocked silence.

They knew Mo Yuan had been defeated!