Chapter 202

Chapter 202: I Am Invincible

The great fire suddenly dissipated as the Fire Maiden exploded.

From behind, Zhang Yang’s figure emerged.

The flames that had erupted gathered once more—still forming the Fire Maiden. She howled furiously, preparing to strike again.

"He is mine," Zhang Yang said calmly.

The Seventh Prince did not spare the Fire Maiden another glance. His gaze remained fixed on Zhang Yang as he stepped forward.

His overwhelming presence, akin to a demon king’s, surged with terrifying power, forcing the surrounding flames to scatter. The Fire Maiden, despite her boundless fire, found it impossible to get close. This was his strength now.

Zhang Yang advanced as well.

The two destined enemies were about to clash.

This would be their fourth battle.

In their previous three encounters, the Seventh Prince had suffered total defeats.

"You have finally made me feel threatened again," Zhang Yang admitted honestly. "I hope this time, you do not disappoint me."

The Seventh Prince snorted, and his unique, boundless power erupted.

At that moment, it felt as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood surrounded him.

He had transformed into a god of slaughter.

"I have now completed my true transformation."

"At this moment, I am my complete self!"

"I am invincible!"

"I will cut you down!"

He struck suddenly.

With his movement, an overwhelming pressure exploded instantly, shaking the walls on either side with violent force. If the earlier scene had felt like an illusion, now it had become a true supernatural phenomenon.

The sky seemed to rain down corpses.

The earth became a mountain of bones.

The blood-drenched void turned a deep, ominous red.

He was the god of slaughter, arriving in an instant.

He was strong.

In that moment, the Seventh Prince displayed a level of power far beyond what he had once possessed, undergoing a qualitative transformation and enhancement.

"Fight!"

Zhang Yang’s fighting spirit burned fiercely. He did not need to force it—his half-awakened bloodline surged within him, pushing his combat power to its peak.

"Roar~~"

It was like the roar of a Baxiang.

He unleashed the Ultimate Baxiang Power on the spot. Under the immense surge of bloodline energy, it felt as if there was a trace of Baxiang within him—or perhaps even a remnant of the ancient ancestral dragon. The pressure around him solidified, toppling the walls on both sides and overturning the flames. A vivid Baxiang took form in the heavens and earth.

This was the revelation Zhang Yang had gained from the Baxiang Roaring Picture.

A powerful opponent had pushed him to manifest such a scene.

He, too, erupted with a limit-breaking explosion.

At that moment, in the eyes of all who watched, there was no longer Zhang Yang or the Seventh Prince.

All they saw was a god of slaughter emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and a Baxiang roaring as it crushed mountains and rivers.

Boom!

Their massive forms collided with unparalleled ferocity in the passage of Falling Phoenix Valley.

The sheer impact sent shockwaves through the valley. The flames, the black flames, and even those standing behind them were violently thrown backward.

The Fire Maiden let out another agonized cry as she shattered.

Outside the valley, the Three Thousand Alchemists suffered a powerful backlash, collectively spitting blood as they were sent flying.

The horrifying scene lasted only a moment before it melted away.

What remained was the duel between Zhang Yang and the Seventh Prince.

Both had unleashed their full power—and yet, they were flung backward together.

When they landed, they slid over thirty meters before coming to a stop.

Everything felt perfectly measured.

Completely identical.

It was a flawless balance of power.

This was also the first time in history that the Seventh Prince had truly withstood Zhang Yang’s attack.

The two knelt on one knee, locking eyes.

Then, as if flipping the heavens upside down, they simultaneously lifted their heads. The airwaves in the high sky emptied, rendering the endless flames powerless to approach them.

"I haven’t even used my true Killer Move, and it’s already a tie," the Seventh Prince said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Turns out you’re not as impressive as I thought."

Zhang Yang sneered. "Use whatever moves you want."

The Seventh Prince suddenly slammed his palm onto the ground, shouting:

"Gods, return to your positions!"

From beneath the earth, death energy, dark energy, and Bloodthirsty Energy erupted, surging outward in torrents.

In that instant, shadowy figures resembling the God of Death, the Dark Killing God, and the Bloodthirsty Fierce God emerged.

One by one, they merged into the Seventh Prince’s body, like beams of light fusing with his very being.

His power skyrocketed, spiraling wildly beyond limits.

"This is my supreme killing technique!"

Previously, the secret technique he had used to battle Zhang Yang in front of the Mountain River Pill Furnace had contained less than one-tenth of its true strength.

Back then, Jigui Wu had deliberately restrained him, withholding the true extent of its power—merely revealing a fraction of it, as though he had been testing or teaching him.

But now—

The Seventh Prince was at his strongest.

His peak state.

"I am invincible!"

"Kill!"

His roar erupted like an eternal battle cry, as if he alone had launched a dark war.

A single man, yet an unstoppable army—his presence alone exuded an overwhelming force, shaking the very foundation of Falling Phoenix Valley. The walls on either side began to crack and crumble, while the ground quaked beneath his feet.

This was not an illusion.

This was reality.

Watching this, Ghost King Fulong, Qiu Yuwan, Gu Jianfeng, Yu Yihang, Leng Jiu’ou, and the others trembled in terror.

It was as if an ancient god of slaughter had truly descended upon them.

"With this power, he can crush all enemies in the Touching Heaven Realm!"

"He is the true invincible one! Within the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, the Seventh Prince rightfully claims the title of Number One—he alone can overpower everyone!"

"What ‘Mighty Battle God’ Zhang Yang? What ‘Battle God’ Ye Kuanglan? They are nothing! They are finished!"

"Zhang Yang, you are doomed!"

In the end, Qiu Yuwan let out a wild, almost hysterical roar, as though experiencing a sense of liberation.

With two of the three from Mo City already dead, she finally understood what true fear was.

However, the moment she yelled, the overwhelming vision of a dark army suddenly dissipated.

Then, before their eyes, the Seventh Prince, the one hailed as the strongest in Daybreak Phoenix Ruins, was sent hurtling into the sky like a shooting star, spewing a large amount of black blood.

They gasped in shock, unable to believe what they were witnessing. Their eyes followed the spray of black blood as it scattered through the air, fixated on the seemingly invincible Seventh Prince.

In their disbelief, they thought it was an illusion. Some slapped themselves hard, others bit their tongues, and many turned their eyes toward the passage of Falling Phoenix Valley.

The entrance to Falling Phoenix Valley had been utterly destroyed. The mountains on both sides trembled, on the verge of collapse.

But what was truly terrifying was the faint yet overwhelming Holy Might flickering in the air.

"A Saint?"

"A Saint is hiding within, helping Zhang Yang!"

"This is outrageous! Zhang Yang is so despicable—relying on outside power because he knows he’s incapable of winning on his own!"

"The Seventh Prince is being overpowered by the Saint! The Saint, the Saint…"

They could not finish their accusations.

Because at that moment, Zhang Yang stepped into the sky.

He carried a trace of Holy Might, an elusive yet commanding presence, as he soared upward, ready to strike again.

That power—

It emanated from him.

Quasi-Holy Power, Diamond Dragon Strength!

Though he had not fully ascended to the true Holy Power realm, his might had already surpassed even the Ultimate Baxiang Power, which was ranked as the supreme martial technique in the world.

Thus, he could not fuse it with any other divine techniques—not even the Ultimate Baxiang Power.

This was pure, singular Quasi-Holy Power.

What kind of tyrannical force was this?

It was not the Saints’ laws as Yaoruoxian had spoken of. That had been her own law—relying on strength to exert power.

Yet, this was real power.

The Nine Extremes True Essence was far superior.

And so, its might was even more monstrous.

With a single blow, he sent the **Seventh Prince—who had believed himself to be the victor—**flying through the air.

The result thrilled Zhang Yang.

His fierce fighting spirit ignited once more. His half-awakened bloodline surged within him, roaring with echoes of Heavenly Court fragments, intensifying his killing intent toward the Seventh Prince.

"I am invincible!"

"Kill!"

Once again, he swung his fist.

It was like unleashing a dragon—a Diamond Dragon infused with Holy Might, tearing through the air, aiming to devour the Seventh Prince.