Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 2173: Reversal (1)

A booming voice echoed throughout the entire space, startling everyone.

In the sky above, an old man in black stood tall, his body exuding an oppressive aura that intimidated all the True Gods present.

If Yun Lintian were conscious, he would recognize him immediately. This person was none other than Shi Xuan.

Shi Xuan’s draconic eyes narrowed at Mo Lianxing, sending a shiver down her spine. “The Extreme Ice Region’s Mo Clan?” he inquired coldly.

“You are…” Mo Lianxing’s expression changed drastically. It dawned on her: there was only one dragon in the Primal Chaos that could exude an aura of death — Long Xuan, the Dragon of Death!

Seeing Shi Xuan, Xie Pojun’s heart plummeted. “Long Xuan? You’re still alive?” he disbelieved.

Shi Xuan’s gaze flicked to him, followed by a scoff. “Xie Pojun? You have the audacity to appear in front of me?”

Xie Pojun’s features hardened. A cold snort escaped him. “Your arrogance has never changed, huh?… Well, since you are here, I’ll take my leave first.”

“Leave?” Shi Xuan chuckled, the sound devoid of humor. “Such a hurry? Perhaps we could share a drink first?”

Xie Pojun’s expression contorted with a mix of fear and fury. He knew better than anyone the terrifying power of the Dragon of Death.

Long Xuan was a legend whispered amongst True Gods – a being who walked the line between life and death, wielding a power that could extinguish souls with a mere thought.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Long Xuan,” Xie Pojun snarled. “This isn’t over.”

The colossal hand of darkness pulsed for a moment, then dissipated back into the vortex. It was clear he was retreating, not surrendering.

Shi Xuan’s gaze remained fixed on him, his draconic eyes burning with an icy fire. With a flick of his wrist, a wave of dark energy surged from his hand, slamming into the vortex.

The air crackled with a chilling energy as the vortex shuddered violently.

“Where are you going?” Shi Xuan growled, his voice echoing with an otherworldly power.

The dark energy intensified, wrapping around the vortex like a suffocating serpent.

“You bastard!” Xie Pojun, caught off guard by the sudden counter, roared in frustration. The vortex churned violently, tendrils of darkness lashing out in a desperate attempt to break free.

But Shi Xuan remained unfazed. With a flick of his other hand, a colossal dragon’s claw, formed entirely of swirling dark mist, materialized in the air. It pulsed with an aura of immense power, dwarfing the colossal hand Xie Pojun had conjured earlier.

“You dare flee after targeting my niece?” Shi Xuan boomed, his voice resonating with the power of a thousand thunderclaps. The claw descended upon the vortex, its speed defying logic.

“Ah!” Xie Pojun, realizing the futility of resisting, let out a guttural scream. He channeled every ounce of his remaining power, forcing the vortex to open wider, creating a temporary escape route.

The colossal claw slammed into the vortex, not with a deafening crash, but with a chilling silence. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the surrounding space, causing cracks to spiderweb across the God Tomb’s ground.

However, the full force of the attack wasn’t directed at the vortex itself, but through it. The dark mist of the claw seeped into the opening, tendrils of death energy wrapping around Xie Pojun’s fleeing form.

“ARGH!” A bloodcurdling shriek ripped through the air as the death energy began to devour Xie Pojun’s aura. His once imposing figure shrunk visibly, his movements sluggish and erratic.

“You dare use a forbidden technique in front of me?” Shi Xuan’s voice echoed, dripping with disdain. “Did you truly think you could escape the consequences?”

Panic flickered in Xie Pojun’s eyes. He hadn’t anticipated Shi Xuan’s arrival, let alone his overwhelming power. The forbidden technique, a desperate gamble to escape with his life, was now backfiring spectacularly.

“I will make you pay the price!” With a final, earth-shattering roar, Xie Pojun channeled the last vestiges of his power, forcing the vortex to erupt in a blinding flash of darkness.

His figure vanished within the explosion, leaving behind only a faint residue of his aura, a testament to his desperate escape.

Shi Xuan watched the scene unfold with a cold indifference. As the last embers of the explosion dissipated, he retracted his colossal claw, the dark mist swirling back into him.

The silence that descended upon the chamber was deafening. The aura of death that lingered in the air sent shivers down their spines, a stark reminder of the power they had just witnessed.

Shi Xuan turned his gaze towards Mo Lianxing, who stood frozen in place, the Frostmourn Spear trembling slightly in her grasp.

“Your turn,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Mo Lianxing felt a cold hand of dread clamp around her heart. The air crackled with an invisible pressure, a subtle but undeniable reminder of the power differential between them.

“Lord Long Xuan,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper above the ringing in her ears. “I…”

Shi Xuan’s expression remained unreadable. Before Mo Lianxing could finish her sentence, a single, sharp movement of his hand sent a wave of invisible energy crashing towards her. It slammed into her like an icy tidal wave, instantly shattering her meager defenses.

“Ah!” A strangled cry escaped her lips as she was thrown backwards, the Frostmourn Spear clattering across the cracked floor.

Pain erupted in her chest, a suffocating tightness that stole her breath. Her vision blurred, the fragmented world tinged with an icy blue haze.

Xiao Shou and the other True Gods were shocked by Shi Xuan’s immense power. The power gap was incomparably huge here.

Bang!

Mo Lianxing slammed against the ground, her entire body screaming in agony. Her world narrowed to the exquisite pain, the sharp bite of fear, and a burning humiliation that gnawed at her pride.

Through the haze, she saw Shi Xuan approach, his movements graceful despite the weight of his power. Each step echoed like a relentless drumbeat, each closer one a testament to her helplessness.

But just as Shi Xuan loomed over her, a new, unexpected sensation overwhelmed Mo Lianxing. It was a surge of power, cold and sharp, unlike anything she had ever experienced. It pulsed from within, pushing against the invisible constraints that bound her.

Shi Xuan’s draconic eyes narrowed in surprise. The unexpected turn of events seemed to have piqued his curiosity momentarily.

“This power…” Shi Xuan’s face turned cold. “He finally made a move, huh?”