Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Chapter 287: Defying Combat Power_i

Jiang Ming still did not invoke the power of other systems or supreme skills.

“Inch Fist, fifty-four strikes!”

Already locked on and unable to dodge, he wanted to test his own techniques after breaking through, so Jiang Ming pushed the Path of the Physical Body to its extreme.

Compared to the strength of a twelfth-cycle peak body refinement, what he unleashed was horrifyingly excessive.

Life Gene Level: Hundredfold.

Early Entry Demisupreme-ruler Level: Doubling.

Law of Heaven and Earth one hundred layers: Hundredfold.

Infinite Principle: Hundredfold.

Inch Fist: Fifty-fourfold.

Exploding Heart Skill: Sixfold.

This punch, an extreme outburst from Jiang Ming, yielded a terrifying force more than six hundred million times that of the twelfth-cycle peak.

It was much more horrifying than in the Twelve Primordial Yin-Yang Ban because at that time he had not yet broken through, and he didn’t bolster himself with the Infinite Principle to break the realm’s restraints.

But now things were different.

Having broken through, he could unleash the full extent of his ultimate power without reservation.

Boom…

A punch shattered Heaven and Earth, piercing through space and time, and directly blew up the finger that was fused with boundless destructive power like a column reaching the heavens.

The extreme force spread upwards at the speed of light; arms burst open, and the thousand-feet giant trembled, instantly disintegrating into millions of supreme lights.

The twelve powerful beings, soaked in blood, were cast into the long sky, their merged treasure map also appeared in mid-air, only to explode into thousands of fragments.

One could clearly see their bodies constantly bursting apart in a pitiable state, with two of them even turning into mists of blood.

Jiang Ming exerted the oppressive power of the battle domain and reached out to grab, reversing all twelve powerful beings, including the Blue Sword Emperor.

The battle domain vibrated, twisting principles, blocking the senses from any perception.

There and then, he activated the method of Infinite Refining, powerfully extracting the formidable strength of the twelve powerful beings and refining it to a higher level.

“Jiang Ming, stop right now!” the Blue Sword Emperor let out a cry of despair.

No matter how, he could not have imagined being defeated, let alone so miserably. Now, he was about to be drained dry, with the scent of death lingering in his heart.

He also tried to resist with supreme skills, but the slightest tremor of Jiang Ming’s battle domain returned him to the original form.

They were already severely injured, without a formation, and not merged together, how could they withstand Jiang Ming’s terrifying battle domain? “Stop?” Jiang Ming gave a cold smile, with no intention of ceasing his actions. You wanted to kill me, yet expect me to spare you?

Pull the other one!

Even if supreme-ruler himself came, I would still eliminate you all.

The resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Even when they conjured the World Descend, evolving the ultimate force, they could not resist.

In the end, they gradually turned to ashes.

Nothing of the inner worlds, supreme weapons, or great artifacts remained.

In front of Jiang Ming, two rivers appeared; one was an energy torrent comparable to the Origin Force of the Cosmos, the essence of martial art warriors; the other was an exquisitely pure river of red essence, the Power of Blood of six body refinement realm beings, even holding gold battle marks devoid of willpower.

He merged one river into his Inner World, unaffected by the World Tree’s absorption. The World Rules vibrated slightly and refined it swiftly, boosting the power of origin and further evolving the rules.

The overall degree of the Inner World rose sharply.

If he were to activate World Projection now, it would be even more terrifying.

For the other Blood Qi River, Jiang Ming hesitated briefly. Absorbing it would not drastically increase his strength, as his Body Refinement was already comparable to a demigod.

“I’ll save it for Ran Xin; it can thoroughly enhance her physical strength and greatly increase her self-defense capabilities,” Jiang Ming thought to himself, raising his gaze and looking into the distance with a touch of coldness in his eyes.

From the beginning of the battle, he felt the surveillance from an exceedingly strong figure lurking in the dark. If not for his Eye of Heavenly Mandate and the way of Cause and Effect, he would not have detected it.

The opponent’s faint presence had always locked onto him.

It was clear that they too were from the Holy City, and he thought they would intervene, only for them to quietly depart.

“The next move will probably not be that simple.”

Jiang Ming looked toward the Holy City and, vaguely, it seemed as if a pair of Divine Eyes gazed in his direction, harboring the power of destruction.

His figure flickered, transforming into countless afterimages, dodging the strike from the unknown.

“Not yet time!”

Jiang Ming’s expression was indifferent.

Without even thinking, he knew it was the Eye of the Holy City supreme-ruler that made him feel threatened. However, the distance was too great, making it virtually impossible to inflict any real harm on him.

As for evading?

Naturally, he did not want to let the other party figure out his situation.

Jiang Ming turned around and returned to the city, alighting in the City Lord Mansion.

At this moment, the watching crowd fell silent.

The consecutive great battles just now had been too exciting and too fearsome. Many existences at the Twelfth Realm asked themselves if they could withstand an assault from the likes of the Blue Sword Emperor and the others.

No, let alone withstand, it seemed impossible even to escape.

But this new Prefecture Lord of Qinyun State not only had blocked their moves but had also exterminated them all without leaving a single one behind. Powerful, cold, ruthless.

“This time, the heavens are truly about to change!”

“More than just changing, the world will be rife with war. The activities that used to be hidden in the shadows are definitely going to come to light.” “Dare they? Don’t forget the depth of the Holy City’s resources. Just over a hundred states worth of City Lords, and there are more than a hundred existences at the Twelfth Realm. What about the Holy City? At least three hundred, or even five hundred. Not to mention all of them, just half of them would be enough to sweep across the world. Who would dare?”

“Don’t forget, now there are Descenders appearing. We didn’t know before, but I just took a moment to send a message to inquire, and what do you know, without checking, I couldn’t have known, only to find out upon checking that they are not alone, but a group, a large group with a vast number. Once they appear, they will bring calamity upon the world. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call them Heavenly Devils from the Outer Realm. They will surely add fuel to the flames.”

“The Descenders, huh? If that’s the case, we’re indeed looking at war everywhere, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Sigh, not sure if we should be happy or sad.”

Such discussions were not uncommon.

Some forces had already begun making secret preparations and contacts.

Chaos, this was always the favorite of the ambitious.

Prefecture City.

“Good youngster, impressive, truly impressive, especially that last punch, which unleashed a power beyond the Twelfth Realm. Even a True supreme-ruler would likely not dare to take it head-on.” Seeing Jiang Ming return, the Master exclaimed, “No wonder you dared to kill a royalty and cut down a Prefecture Lord. With your strength now, without a True supreme-ruler emerging, you would be invincible in the world.”

“You can’t get arrogant!” Ran Xin hurriedly reminded, “What if twelve Demisupreme-rulers join forces? What if one hundred from the Twelfth Realm join forces? What if there’s a Divine Artifact?”

“Haha…” The Master burst into laughter, then stroked his beard and said, “Fellow Jiang, having such a wise wife constantly reminding you is a blessing. I am not worried that you will become arrogant and complacent.”

Ran Xin blushed slightly.

“With a wise wife, a family prospers for three generations. I can prosper for eternity!” Jiang Ming laughed too, embracing Ran Xin in his arms, “Wouldn’t you like one too, old man? Looking across the world, there are countless extraordinary and stunning women. There must be someone who matches your aesthetic taste.”

“You’re teasing me now!” With a wave of his hand, the Master reclined in a rattan chair, leisurely swaying, “I ask for nothing but to enjoy life freely, no other discussions.”

Jiang Ming gave a thumbs up.

This freedom clearly meant being carefree and unrestrained, first and foremost requiring invincible combat power, a heaven-defying cultivation level. Below the sky and within the Great Dao, Only I am supreme. Only this kind of strength would allow one to live freely.

Not only the Master wanted this, but Jiang Ming did too.

But for now…

What mattered most was performing the Cleansing Marrow for his beloved woman. He vanished in a flash with Ran Xin, returning to their palace.

There was a large bed that rivaled a tenth-rank great instrument, more than enough for the two of them to get amorous.

“In broad daylight…” Ran Xin gave him a look, then busily asked, “Are you hurt?”

“No, rest assured!” Jiang Ming said, “The battle just now blessed me with a considerable amount of Blood Qi essence, perfect for forging a Twelfth Cycle physical body for you. Plus your path of the Mind, self-protection won’t be a big issue. Just focus on cultivating Martial Arts. Once your Martial Arts improve, you will have enough power to roam the vast world.”

“Enough for me to roam? Are you trying to dump me? Jerk.”

“Then let this jerk show you!”

“Ah, stop touching, don’t. Brother Jiang, save your strength for leveling up. If you get stronger, we’ll be better prepared to face the Holy Dynasty in the future.”

“That little thing isn’t much use to me. Temptress, watch out for my Magic Golden Cudgel.”

The blanket tumbled, the tender murmuring ensued.

The ancient chants were the most holy song that carried on bloodlines, amplified civilizations, and imprinted the perpetual clan mark ignited by the torch of life.