Chapter 179

Chapter 179: World-Destroying Secret Technique

How powerful is Zhang Yang now?

And how powerful is the Seventh Prince?

Both were undergoing tribulation. Both were experiencing a surge in strength. Both were treading the immortal path. Both collided in a burst of raw power.

After a brief exchange, the Seventh Prince grunted, stepping back mid-air, leaving behind a trail of void footprints as ripples spread outward.

“Mad dog, you’re still not enough!”

Zhang Yang roared as he unleashed his second punch.

The power of ten divine abilities surged forth.

Facing the Seventh Prince, he held nothing back. His blood boiled, unleashing boundless killing intent, fighting spirit, and unrestrained aggression.

The urge to tear the Seventh Prince apart completely consumed him.

It was as if he had been born for this one purpose—to kill the Seventh Prince.

Thus, when he attacked, there was no hesitation. No restraint.

Only kill. Kill. Kill!

He was wild.

And the Seventh Prince was no less ferocious.

He had come with unwavering resolve—to cleanse the shame of the Vast Forest, to avenge his mother’s death, to erase the humiliation of the Mo City Mo family’s destruction. Yet, even with his fierce determination, he was forced back by a single strike.

“Roar!”

The Seventh Prince threw his head back and howled, halting his retreat. His blood surged like a raging tide, his aura condensing into the form of a blood dragon coiling around him.

His right hand snapped up—index and middle fingers pressed together.

Blood light churned, swirling into an unstoppable sword gesture, thrusting forward with deadly intent.

This was his killer move.

Bang!

Divine power clashed against sword energy.

Raw strength met honed technique.

The unleashed sword aura was obliterated effortlessly. A devastating blow struck the sword gesture.

Then—

Crack!

The air trembled as the sound of shattering bone rang out.

His fingers twisted unnaturally. Blood splattered through the void. The Seventh Prince was sent flying.

"Mad dog, you’re so weak."

"I thought you could be my match, but I overestimated you."

"You are unworthy!"

Zhang Yang surged forward, his entire body radiating an intense light—not from the Diamond Dragon Divine Power, but from the transformation brought about by the Ascending to Heaven calamity.

His very being had been reforged.

His physique had reached the realm of the extraordinary.

Light emanated from his eyes, his skin, his very bones.

In battle, that light became piercing.

Boom!

It was not the sound of a strike.

It was the explosive roar of a body cutting through the air—like a meteor crashing through the heavens, leaving behind a deafening shockwave.

This was an even more astonishing display of speed.

The Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers, when unleashed within the Ascending to Heaven realm, reverberated with a destructive, murderous sound.

Zhang Yang closed in for the kill in an instant.

The Seventh Prince, battered and bloodied, writhed in agony, driven to the brink of madness.

He had endured humiliation in Mo City, painstakingly training in the Nightstone Mine, refining his body, transforming, and elevating himself.

He had even survived the Ascending to Heaven calamity—he should have been invincible. And yet, from the very beginning, he had been completely overwhelmed.

This realization shattered his mind.

"Unforgivable!"

From the depths of his being, a dark, evil, and overwhelming power erupted—the primordial strength of a world-destroying demon.

His head snapped back.

His eyes lost their whites, consumed entirely by a haunting darkness.

Dark veins slithered across his body, writhing like twisted earthworms. Yet, within him, an even more terrifying force surged—an unholy fusion of ferocious blood energy and the power of the Nine Extremes True Essence, violently unleashed.

"World-Destroying Hand!"

This was one of the ultimate martial arts techniques he had obtained after embracing the power of the world-destroying demon.

With a single hand, he could summon destruction.

Bang!

But once again, the Seventh Prince was sent flying.

Not only that—his right hand cracked under the force, bones snapping audibly.

His right arm burned with searing pain.

His five internal organs trembled violently.

His blood surged out of control, forcing another mouthful to spill from his lips.

Three consecutive strikes.

Three consecutive injuries.

Total defeat.

"Mad dog, die!"

Zhang Yang, consumed by frenzy, lunged again.

The Seventh Prince slammed against the Mountain Wall and crumpled to the ground. He gritted his teeth so hard they almost shattered, his eyes locked onto Zhang Yang in disbelief.

"Why?"

"Why is the gap so vast?"

"Why!!!"

He howled inwardly, as if questioning the world-destroying demon itself.

He refused to accept it.

He couldn’t understand.

But Zhang Yang knew the reason.

The first time he underwent the Ascending to Heaven calamity was in the Daybreak Phoenix Ruins—completely unaware, thrown into the depths of tribulation. By sheer chance, he broke some unknown restriction, causing his Nine Extremes True Essence to triple in power.

From that moment on, every tribulation he endured compounded upon this tripled foundation, granting him a level of strength no ordinary Ascending to Heaven cultivator could achieve.

And even though both he and the Seventh Prince had ascended, they were not the same.

Zhang Yang had even ignited the mystery of what seemed like Eternal Night with No Immortals—a tribulation far beyond the Ascending to Heaven calamity. It carried a true intent of destruction, reshaping his body, half-awakening his bloodline, and pushing his combat power into an unfathomable realm.

Of course, there was more.

His relentless pursuit of the saint’s path had also led to subtle transformations. While he had yet to evolve divine power into holy power, his mastery over soul power martial arts and the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers had significantly improved.

This was the true reason for his overwhelming dominance.

A truth the Seventh Prince would never comprehend.

Yet, his arrogance only fueled his madness.

He rose to his feet, pressing his hand against the Mountain Wall behind him. His pitch-black eyes gleamed with a terrifying brilliance, as if a ferocious blood demon lurked within.

Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin, writhing like earthworms, surging into the Mountain Wall itself.

A deep, commanding voice escaped his lips.

"Darkness, evil, and filth of the world, heed my call and gather!"

Boom!

The mountain behind him suddenly crumbled.

A figure emerged—a fully blackened Dark Fierce Deity.

Its form gleamed with an obsidian sheen, yet its eyes burned with an eerie, mesmerizing light.

With a single step, the Dark Fierce Deity fused into the Seventh Prince’s body.

"Secret technique—Dark Killing God Possession!"

Instantly, his wounds vanished.

His body grew taller by half a meter.

His muscles swelled with raw power.

A surge of dark, malevolent energy radiated from him, suffocating the very air around him.

The entire process—though seemingly slow—was completed in an instant.

This was the World-Destroying Secret Technique mastered by the Seventh Prince.

"Kill!"

The moment the Seventh Prince completed his transformation, Zhang Yang charged forward, roaring furiously as he struck.

Boom!

Their fists collided in a devastating impact.

Both bodies trembled from the force.

Zhang Yang grunted, forced back two steps.

The dark energy around the Seventh Prince surged violently, dispersing outward. He staggered back—three steps.

He was still at a disadvantage.

But now…

He could stand his ground.

"Do you think you can win? No! You cannot!"

Zhang Yang’s words were as sharp as ever.

His dominance—unyielding.

He unleashed another punch.

Eleven Divine Powers!

Soul Binding Power surged forward.

"You think you can summon the Dark Killing God? Let’s see if this spirit-like force can withstand it."

The Seventh Prince retaliated with his World-Destroying Hand.

They clashed once more!