Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents

Chapter 208: Force Killing the Tenth Realm, Divine Wood Burial Sky

Translator: 549690339

Did she do it on purpose, or is she truly kind at heart?

Jiang Ming couldn’t figure it out.

But the situation was now irremediable.

The first attack could have been tolerated, along with her later attitude of non-participation and withdrawal. But the insistence on killing him, still gnawing at him, left no room for any more words.

“Bai Ziliang, even if you were called Bai Zihua, you will die today.” Jiang Ming ascended into the sky and in his hand appeared the Flowing Light Sword.

Hum…

The Martial Arts Domain also came into existence, connecting with the Heavenly Heart, creating a descending oppressive force. At the same moment, a sword struck out, depicting the Five Elements Sword Formation.

Indeed, it was the fourteenth sword.

“A trash from the Eight Realms dares to lay hands on me, who gave you this courage!” Bai Ziliang was so angry that he laughed.

He raised a spear casually and blocked Jiang Ming’s attack, flickering an eyebrow: “What immense power.”

“Brother in Dao, he is from the Tenth Realm!” Qingyan’s reminder finally came.

Jiang Ming didn’t heed her words.

He had seen it long ago, it was just an experiment. Compared to the time before entering the Death Forbidden Zone, the same attack power now surged several times.

This is the True Qi Metamorphosis, and the power of Dao Resonance hidden within.

“Martial Arts Domain, thirty-six layers!”

Jiang Ming made his move again.

Just coming out from the Death Forbidden Zone, this guy was a perfect target for practice, and he could assess his own combat power.

Tenth Realm?

He was no longer afraid.

At least, he could manage to escape.

Rumble…

The Martial Arts Domain formed from the interweaving of thirty-six true meanings showed complex phenomena in an instant. With the power of tens of billions of weights, it pressed down on Bai Ziliang.

The sky dome cracked with loud noise, the air was compressed into super-dense particles.

Bai Ziliang’s body sank, and he actually fell from high in the sky. This changed his expression, and a Pocket World Projection appeared.

In the initial vastness, a long wind was sweeping inside, the power of vitality was flowing. But then, the projection rapidly shrank, eventually becoming only ten feet in diameter.

“This…” Bai Ziliang’s face showed astonishment.

The pocket world projection was suppressed by the Martial Arts Domain?

I’m a Tenth Realm Evo, my Pocket World contains the power of rules, transcending the ordinary, almost standing at the peak of the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes.

He is just in the eighth realm.

“How can this be possible? Have I entered an illusion?”

Bai Ziliang started to lose his self-confidence.

Because this was completely unforeseen and it defied the norm.

On the other hand, although there were some powerhouses in humans, the vast majority were very mediocre. They were not even their own tribe’s adversaries at the same level, let alone him.

Even Qingyan, who was looking pale, was a little confused.

She stared blankly.

Jiang Ming, however, was very satisfied. The power of the domain formed by the same thirty-six true meanings was much stronger than before entering the Death Forbidden Zone.

“If thirty-six won’t work, then seventy-two.”

Jiang’s thoughts shifted, the Martial Arts Domain changed again, the Heavenly Domain power skyrocketed, the sky twisted, storm swept, Thunder Dragons roamed, flames glittered, the scene seemed like the end of the world.

Under this power, Bai Ziliang’s overhead Pocket World was directly compressed further, eventually leaving only a foot’s diameter.

“Impossible!” Bai Ziliang screamed, his psyche shattered.

The domain of an Eighth Realm martial artist suppressed the Tenth Realm Pocket World to the point of collapse?

He had not even heard of such a thing.

“Still not enough?” Jiang Ming’s eyes narrowed, and all of his true meanings spewed out, merged into the domain, and the might soared to several levels in an instant.

Boom…

The sky dome exploded with noise, it turned pitch-dark for a while, looking like a black hole in the starry sky, possessing the power to destroy everything.

The established order twisted, the principles trembled.

The Pocket World above Bai Ziliang’s head, even with the reinforcements of the rules, couldn’t resist and was directly shattered.

His whole body was also suppressed and sank down, crashing into the top of the mountain, sinking into the rock.

The mountain peak trembled, cracks split open to reveal massive chasms, rocks tumbled down, accompanied by the sound of explosions.

Swoosh…

The next moment, Bai Ziliang rushed out, a surge of wind enveloped his head and a tree appeared beneath his feet, growing rapidly to lift him into the air.

“Rule of Wind, Rule of Wood!”

Jiang Ming’s eyes narrowed, quickly understanding the essence of his enemy’s power.

Yet, his intent to battle bubbled over, his blood surged. Two years of suppression now transformed into a piping hot surge of magma, gushing forth.

He needed to fight.

“How is your domain so strong? How can it invoke such terrible Heavenly Domain Power?” Bai Ziliang’s heart trembled.

Even when utilizing his strongest defensive technique, he felt as though trapped in a swamp, it was incomprehensible, bewildering.

Jiang Ming chuckled, offering no explanation.

However, he understood. It was the ultimate expression of the Martial Arts Golden Core, a horrific mutation caused by the fusion of ninety-nine true meanings, completely surpassing the power a realm should possess.

Or in other words, he truly now possessed the capital to break ten thousand skills with one power.

Jiang Ming also noticed that his Martial Arts Domain exerted terrifying pressure on Bai Ziliang, making it incredibly difficult for him to activate the Pocket World Projection.

He now had a rough estimate of his own power.

If he encountered Lan Xiang now, just using his Martial Arts Domain would likely turn him into a fish on a chopping board.

“Then, kill!”

As his thoughts turned, Jiang Ming made his move.

With a step forward, a multitude of figures appeared, a full eighty-one, constantly appearing and disappearing, but always maintaining eighty-one in number at any given moment.

This was equivalent to eighty-one Jiang Mings attacking simultaneously. How terrifying.

In a flicker of sword light, Bai Ziliang was surrounded.

“Every single one is physical, what kind of divine ability is this?” Bai Ziliang’s pupils contracted as he felt an unprecedented crisis, “Spatial projection? Spatial folding? But to deal with me, you’re not qualified!”

“Storm, colorless sky!”

The ferocious wind circling overhead abruptly intensified, spinning and spreading outwards.

Given its potency, it’s at least a forty-nine level wind, the swirling gale clearly made up of numerous tiny blasts of sword qi, containing within them the power of the wind rule.

Under the violent wind, the sky lost its color.

“Storm, Spear Attack!”

Bai Ziliang’s figure spun, seemingly transforming into part of the storm, his spear unleashing countless shadows.

He brought forth his peak power directly.

A clash with the void caused an earth-shaking explosion.

The resultant wave of power shattered several surrounding mountain peaks. Qingyan, who was spectating the battle, kept taking steps backward, her face filled with disbelief, “He’s just a human!”

“Everyone says that the human bloodline is weak, aside from a few exceptions, they are not powerful.”

“What the hell is he, then?”

Qingyan couldn’t help but scratch her head.

Yet, she also revealed a look of excitement.

“Finish him off, and I’ll follow you in the future!”

Once again, she waved her fist and shouted.

Upon the first clash, Jiang Ming’s multiple figures almost scattered, but he forcibly suppressed them and restored them, his numerous figures once again surrounding Bai Ziliang.

Sword light soared into the sky, forming a curtain of swords, engulfing everything.

“Divine Wood Burial Sky, rise!”

In his desperation, Bai Ziliang let out a roar. Tall trees appeared out of nowhere, growing frantically only to be continuously shattered by the sword qi.

“Storm Bow and Spear, Soul Lock, Deadly Arrow!”

Bai Ziliang unleashed his full potential.

The spear in his hand transformed into a jade-green bow, with nine arrows flying from his back to rest on the bowstring, wrapped in a surge of wind power, firing off in the blink of an eye.

“My spear was forged from a branch of the Mother Tree, it can transform into a divine bow, containing the rule of wood; these nine arrows are made of wind steel, containing the rule of wind. When combined, the power of wind and wood merge, possessing the miraculous speed capable of penetrating space and the power of Soul Lock. Boy, you’re dead, you’re definitely dead.” While Bai Ziliang continued to manipulate divine powers, summoning tree after tree to resist Jiang Ming’s attack, he also had full confidence in his own methods.

This was his lethal technique.

Under Soul Lock, one must forcefully resist.

Penetrating space, who can withstand it..