Chapter 558: . End? No, this is just the beginning

Book 558. The End? No, This Is Just the Beginning

"A secret technique? A divine ability? A unique constitution?"

After a fleeting moment of shock, Salah’s countenance swiftly reverted to its original state.

A more tempestuous, cruel, and ferocious aura surged forth from his form.

His expression turned icy, and his entire being radiated a heaven-shaking intent to kill.

"No matter what methods you employ, next, you shall die!"

Salah bellowed, his entire form transforming into an orange afterimage.

His silhouette left layers of ripples, like disturbed water, across the void of the battlefield.

That was an effect brought about only when energy was highly condensed and speed reached an inconceivable extreme.

In an instant, the eyes of everyone present were pierced by the brilliant orange light.

It was as though a dazzling orange meteor had abruptly plummeted, violently smashing into Lu Sheng.

"Boom!"

A deafening, monolithic roar resounded.

The energy leaking from the ferocious impact formed a tangible, terrifying shockwave that erupted outward from the epicenter.

The martial artists and exotic beasts standing closer were all blown away by the sheer force of this shockwave.

Even twelfth-stage existences found themselves unable to stabilize their footing.

Though the power of laws protected their martial bodies, they were still shaken until their blood and qi boiled, bringing them to the brink of injury.

The human martial artists in the field all experienced a drastic change in expression.

At this very moment, they truly witnessed the might of a top-tier twelfth-stage powerhouse who had comprehended five laws.

A single strike, and it was terrifying to such an extent.

"Even if a white dwarf star stood before him, it would likely be pierced and shattered raw."

Someone murmured, their eyes filled with shock.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield, where a starry tempest raged, trying to discern Lu Sheng’s condition beneath this blow.

Regrettably, the might of Salah’s strike was simply too potent and fierce; let alone the naked eye, even spiritual power found it difficult to approach.

They could only faintly perceive black fissures splintering across the void of that region.

Moreover, before they could break free from the shock of Salah’s formidable strike,

The orange light, akin to a demonic flame, blossomed once more.

"Die!"

Salah’s frigid voice echoed through the void, closely followed by a greater roar that was not at all inferior to the previous blow.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Salah delivered strike after strike, his posture ferocious, his momentum like a maddened tiger.

Every single part of his body seemed to transform into an offensive weapon.

Fists, claws, legs…

Various distinct martial arts at the peak of the fifth realm of law mastery rotated seamlessly in his hands, vividly demonstrating the strength of fusing five laws.

Countless orange light spheres, both large and small, floated all around his body.

With every blow Salah struck, he inevitably carried several or dozens of light spheres with him.

These orange light spheres were propelled by his exquisite techniques, and the detonation of each sphere was no less potent than the bursting of a minor planet.

Salah’s offensive grew faster and more ferocious.

To the point where, in the end, every punch and every claw could carry the detonation of hundreds of orange light spheres.

The exploding energy came wave after wave, cascading and accumulating,

Directly forming a massive, orange nebular tempest at the center of the fray.

Crimson lightning crackled within the storm, swimming like tens of thousands of astral serpents.

The terrifying nebular tempest completely tore the void asunder.

A dreadful suction force and an aura of annihilation emanated from the fissures, causing the scalps of the two guides to tingle merely from watching afar.

The sheer power displayed by Salah’s frenzied offensive, accumulating up to this point, had already far exceeded the threshold of what they could endure.

The two asked themselves, if they were to rush forward now, they would likely be torn into shreds just by approaching the periphery, before even getting close to the center of that nebular tempest.

As for the thought they had previously conceived in their minds, of working together with Lu Sheng to resist Salah…

By now, it had long been cast beyond the starry river.

Lu Sheng?

At this moment, not a single person in the field believed he was still alive.

Under Salah’s tempestuous and dreadful offensive, even a twelfth-stage powerhouse with three laws or four laws fused into their body might not necessarily survive.

No matter how monstrous, no matter how heaven-defying an eleventh-stage practitioner was,

There was absolutely no possibility of survival.

By their deduction, Lu Sheng, situated at the center of the storm, might have been crushed into dregs as early as Salah’s fourth strike, third strike… or even earlier.

Salah’s subsequent attacks looked more like a venting of his prior frustration, a desecration of a corpse.

At this moment, the seemingly demonic Salah suddenly halted his movements.

He stopped his offensive, appearing to have vented enough, and his whole being seemed much quieter.

Wisps of scarlet smoke emanated from every part of his body.

These vapors rose and fell with Salah’s breathing, gradually outlining a distorted shape behind and above his head.

"Hu——"

Salah exhaled softly.

A cruel, malevolent smile curled across his face, his gaze icy, a single flicker of orange-red in his pupils—unnatural, fiery, demonic.

“Finally… I’m no longer so angry.”

“The one the Master warned me to beware of… must be you… though, honestly, you don’t seem *that* extraordinary.”

“Regardless…”

Sara slowly raised his right hand, fingers curling inward one by one until they clenched into a tight fist.

His eyes fixed upon the region before him—now utterly consumed, ravaged by the violent, swirling orange nebula storm—his lips twitched upward, the curve widening swiftly into a smirk.

“Following the Master’s will… I shall end this with my absolute strongest strike.”

As Sara uttered these final words, the thin, crimson vapors emanating from his body finally coalesced behind him into solid form.

A grotesque abomination: twelve eyes staring blankly, its maw bristling with writhing octopus-like tentacles—utterly sinister, profoundly uncanny.

The moment its silhouette fully manifested, Sara’s aura surged to an unprecedented zenith.

In that instant, an inexplicable force seemed to pour into him from nowhere.

This power fused with his own, swelling rapidly, undergoing a fundamental transformation—engulfing the entire battlefield in its overwhelming presence.

Every single person within the arena felt it instantly: an unbearable pressure, as if an impossibly vast, invisible millstone had abruptly filled the space, pressing down heavily upon their chests, suffocating, crushing.

Even the frenzied, spiraling nebula storm froze mid-rage.

The shattered void ceased its fragmentation; rifts neither widened nor sealed.

Under this indescribable terror, time itself seemed stretched infinitely, elongated…

A wave of immense shock and dread surged through each onlooker’s heart.

Their thoughts, sluggish as if slowed by the same oppressive force, gradually crystallized around a single, expanding realization—

*Thirteen.*

Sara’s ultimate strike… must rival the true might of a Thirteen-Level being!

Though none had ever witnessed such a being in action, the conviction arose instinctively.

Primarily because—

The effects thus far displayed were simply too horrifying.

Far beyond what most of them had ever conceived possible for a Twelve-Level entity.

Though many were certain Lu Sheng had long since been obliterated—reduced to nothing but dust—still, countless eyes involuntarily turned toward the storm’s core.

Some even found themselves thinking, almost reverently: *If Lu Sheng forced Sara to unleash this technique… then even in death, he has earned pride enough.*

Finally—

“It’s over.”

Sara lowered his head, gently pressing his lips to his right fist. A twisted, arrogant smile bloomed across his face. Then, with devastating force, he drove his fist straight toward the heart of the nebula storm.

The pent-up momentum and power at last found release.

An indescribable torrent of colossal force erupted outward.

The orange nebula storm fractured instantly, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface—just as the frozen void itself began to splinter.

To the onlookers, it was as if a petrified mirror were shattering before their eyes.

The entire spectacle pulsed with a sharp, jagged, almost surreal beauty—visceral, brutal, mesmerizing.

All stood dumbfounded.

Time itself seemed to slow.

And yet—

Just as every soul remained transfixed by this earth-shattering climax, a voice cut through the silence: calm, detached, chillingly indifferent.

“Over?”

“No.”

“This… has only just begun.”

With those words spoken,

Amidst the stunned, dazed gazes of all present,

From the center of that shattered-mirror-like orange nebula storm—

A hand emerged.

Exquisite beyond measure—a palm forged as if from gold and amber glass.

It extended outward, flat and steady—then…

Slowly, yet with undeniable force—

Pressed down upon Sara’s fist.

Enveloping it entirely within its palm.

*Click.*

*Ha.*

*Hah.*

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