Night Without End

Chapter 1401 - 588: Orthodoxy (Part 2)

How is this possible? His heart was troubled.

In fact, when the third axe strike ended, everyone felt it, and collectively held their breath, having seen the similar divine charm on both giant axes.

The female Grandmaster was shocked, nervously watching the field, no longer speaking.

Who exactly was this person, could he really comprehend the skill just by watching once?

Everyone recalled his previous words: Is this difficult? Isn’t it possible to practice with the cultivation technique?

Could we be witnessing a "True God" today? His comprehension was beyond belief.

Many people were agitated, pondering, after this battle, who truly is the rightful one?

Huang Zhaoting’s fourth axe rose, undergoing significant change, with the sea of blood surging, boundless blood evil, complementing the shape of the Heaven Opening Axe.

Moreover, the "Tao Tree" rooted near him rose up, with verdant leaves rustling and falling, petals scattering and then branches breaking off.

Only the trunk remained, condensed into an axe handle.

In an instant, a brand new Heaven Opening Axe formed, the Tao Tree serving as the handle, the sea of blood and evil qi as the axe blade, flowing with terrifying Tao Patterns. When it shot skyward, the entire heavens trembled.

This axe truly seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth!

Qin Ming’s expression was grave, immediately using the Heaven Opening Axe as skin, all his meridians as the inner form, not daring to be negligent.

Subsequently, the night sky tore open, akin to daytime descending, dyed in blood red, the entire universe illuminated, every corner filled with axe light.

The duel between both was extremely terrifying and brutal.

Clearly visible, amid the dreadful wave akin to mountain collapse and sea storm, both flew backwards, bleeding under the long sky.

Crack!

Below the clouds where they dueled, a precipice crumbled, and two nearby mountains were damaged, their peaks sliced by the giant axe.

Qin Ming’s mouth had a trace of blood, with his left side’s clothing dotted, marked by the eye-catching crimson.

Yet his eyes were clear and spirit full, showing no signs of weakening, as if carefully comprehending something.

Huang Zhaoting’s armor was tattered, some wounds deep enough to reveal bone, his eyes like torches, staring at his opponent, realizing the person seemed to truly be comprehending the skill.

This terrifying opponent was unleashing increasingly stronger Heaven Opening Axes.

With this realization, Huang Zhaoting’s heart shook tremendously, wondering what kind of monster he had encountered?

All spectators found it difficult to remain calm.

"Now it’s interesting, who exactly is the rightful one, it’s difficult to say."

"I feel, Huang Zhaoting... can’t suppress the true path’s light."

The female Grandmaster suspended in the night sky furrowed her brows deeply, showing concern, speaking to herself: "Who is he? Could he be Brother Zhao Ting’s old rival, now with a new face, coming here for a head-on confrontation."

Further away on a high mountain, a young man quietly said: "Grandfather, the leading figure of your generation seems outmatched by the First Generation Grandmaster - Zheng Guang."

The elder immediately stopped him, saying: "Silence!"

"The fifth axe!" Huang Zhaoting’s voice was icy, as if firming his resolve, unleashing the Heaven Opening Fifth Technique.

Suddenly, the whole world darkened.

The blood-colored dusk vanished, both great warriors’ axe lights seemed extinguished.

The people realized that the Huang Family’s unparalleled genius, after long preparation, finally unleashed the power of the Forbidden Domain.

"Brother Zhao Ting, gathering strength in blood combat, is now about to erupt fully, counterattack... has begun!" The female Grandmaster, unconsciously less confident herself, spoke with a slight tremor.

"About to decide life and death, but unfortunately, we cannot see, where did the two go?"

The night sky, deep as an abyss, showed nothing, the two figures completely vanished.

All because Huang Zhaoting’s Inner View silently merged with the night sky, the Heaven Opening Fifth Technique needed to be exercised in his Divinity Creation Pure Land.

He enveloped his opponent, isolating themselves from the outside.

Qin Ming planted in his Inner View, though with traces of blood, remained composed, serene, calm and collected, showing no signs of being trapped in danger.

In this isolated small world, the sea of blood surged, waves reaching the sky, Huang Zhaoting stood on a lone island, coldly gazing.

"Slash!" he shouted.

Not only did the giant axe he held rise, unleashing terrifying divine power, but also the boundless blood-red waves surged, rising shadows, dense like a massive army charging.

This scene can be described as a thousand horses and soldiers, coexisting with tsunami, slashing toward the opponent.

Qin Ming smelled the wailing of ghosts and gods, in front were ghostly figures, souls personally slain by Huang Zhaoting and remnants from ancient battlefields, forming the earth-shaking blood-red waves.

Huang Zhaoting was utterly indifferent, saying: "Where do you think my Blood Refining Method manifests? The Spiritual Domain, invite you into the Human Hell, only my giant axe can open the heavens!"

Qin Ming stood in the vast waters, a Seven Stringed Zither appeared in his hand, formed by Primordial Element Heavenly Light Condensation.

He lightly plucked the zither strings, instantly intertwining the Taichu Thunder Seal, each string shaking and sweeping light, exploding waves.

In an instant, bloody mist surged in the sea, shadows dissolved, thunderbolts roared, the entire vast water detonated, completely boiling.

Amid the sea, with the spiritual storm, various soul shadows continuously charged toward Qin Ming, yet, they exploded by light beams swept by the Seven Stringed Zither halfway.

Simultaneously, in Qin Ming’s wide sleeve, the golden silk parasol wielded force, inhaling various soul shadows.

"The quality is not high, even many are dregs, but there’s strength in numbers." This was Little Huang’s evaluation.