I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

His eyes were split open, and they were a pair of inverted cross-shaped pupils.

The six silver-gray metallic wings on its back, each twenty meters long, suddenly trembled.

Speed ​​has surpassed time.

At the same time.

Rift Sky's body suddenly appeared directly above Yuanmo.

The metal wing at the top right of him drew a dazzling trail in the air, instantly expanding into a silver celestial blade ten thousand meters long, cleaving through the void and slashing straight at Yuanmo's head.

Several dark spatial cracks spread out in space under this slash.

Yuanmo's reaction was equally swift.

With both hands raised upwards, dark red demonic patterns erupted on the jet-black bone armor, emitting a blinding light like a volcanic eruption, as a ball of abyssal demonic energy met the falling silver celestial blade.

boom!

Two world-destroying forces, silver-gray and dark red, collided violently in the heavens.

The shockwave generated by the collision appears as a visible, ring-shaped, semi-transparent air wave.

The shockwave spread wildly at a speed exceeding a hundred times the speed of sound, sweeping across the sky for a radius of 100,000 miles.

Fenghen lay on the ground, looking up at the two colliding, destructive light sources high in the sky.

This is power that surpasses even the peak of the ninth rank.

The battle continues in the sky.

The Sky-Splitting Strike was blocked.

The six metal wings on his back simultaneously emitted high-frequency vibrations.

One hundred thousand crescent-shaped silver wind blades, carrying incomparably powerful law force, completely surrounded Yuanmo from all directions.

At this moment, he had just awakened from a thousand-year slumber.

Consciousness is in a state of chaos, but the senses of an enemy attacking are detected.

Therefore, the first choice is to fight.

Yuanmo remained undeterred.

Each punch landed, and the world fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, a black sun exploded at the center of the silver sphere.

The raging demonic energy shattered all 100,000 wind blades.

The shockwave dissipated.

The two figures abruptly stopped in mid-air, no more than a kilometer apart.

The surrounding space was chaotic, and the power of the laws was in disarray.

Rift hovered in the void, its six metal wings slowly folding together.

The raging demonic energy and the silver storm tore wildly across the sky.

Yuanmo retracted the dark red demonic runes that were leaping on his fist, and his body moved backward three thousand meters, landing steadily above the shattered clouds.

Lie Kong also stopped, and the sharp, silvery-gray light of the six metallic wings on his back gradually subsided.

The chaotic haze gradually dissipated from the inverted cross-shaped pupils that seemed to split the sky.

He stared at the enormous creature opposite him, clad in jet-black bone armor.

"A thousand years have passed, and I never expected you to still be alive."

The sound of the sky being torn apart was calm and even.

He recognized the guy in front of him.

A thousand years ago, more than one civilization in the endless world discovered the plane of Blue Star.

Both the Feathered Demon Clan and the Abyss Clan dispatched expeditionary forces to this area.

Rift and Abyss, as pioneers of their respective civilizations, suffered a terrifying backlash from the world barrier when they forcibly crossed the dimensional passage, and both were severely injured and fell to Earth.

The two had a very brief test in the early days of their arrival.

At that time, they were both on the verge of collapse. After a fierce battle revealed that they were evenly matched, they both chose to lie low.

Neither can do anything about the other.

"If you can't give me a satisfactory reason to disturb my sleep today..."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind continuing the battle that started a thousand years ago."

Yuanmo's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Rift, I didn't come here to fight you, you tightwad."

"Oh?"

The inverted cross-shaped pupils contracted sharply.

"For a thousand years, we have kept to ourselves and our lands apart. Now you have torn through space and forced your way into the territory of my Wind Falcon Clan, even interrupting my slumber."

The intense killing intent transformed into a tangible silver light, wandering throughout the void.

Yuanmo ignored the other party's threat.

"On Earth, the Chosen One of the Planes was born."

Yuanmo uttered these words.

The turbulent air currents around them paused for a very brief moment.

A solemn expression appeared on Liekong's face.

He knew that for the past thousand years, Yuanmo had been sleeping just like him.

They suddenly came to our door today.

I'm afraid what he said is true.

The chosen one of the planes has truly been born on Earth.

The value of being the chosen one of the world.

These two former tenth-tier peak warriors from the endless world must take this seriously.

"His name is Shen Tian, ​​and he is a human."

"The initial stage of the ninth rank."

"Based on the intelligence we have so far, they have at least the strength to kill someone at the early stage of the tenth rank."

"Right now, he is leading the human army of Blue Star to sweep across the entire Blue Star continent."

Chosen One.

These four words hold great significance in the endless world.

"Early stage of the ninth rank, capable of killing early stage of the tenth rank."

"They grew up on this resource-poor blue planet."

"In that case, he is indeed the chosen one of the planes."

Liekong confirmed Yuanmo's statement.

"good."

Yuanmo raised his enormous hand.

"The origins of Earth have been depleted for a thousand years, and the world's defenses are extremely fragile. This human named Shen Tian is Earth's last trump card, played in its final struggle before its death."

"What do you mean by coming to see me?"

A greedy look appeared in Liekong's pupils.

He knew all too well what being the chosen one of the plane meant.

If the last bit of fortune from a lower plane is completely absorbed, it will be enough to completely wash away the injuries left by their thousand-year slumber, and may even break the existing shackles of life before returning to the endless world.

"cooperate."

Yuanmo got straight to the point.

Liekong fell into deep thought.

Cooperation.

Luck is an ethereal thing; it cannot be seen or touched.

In the endless world, even the once-prosperous civilizations of the Abyss and the Feathered Demons, which spanned star fields, have not been able to develop even a single secret technique or array that can clearly separate and devour fortune after hundreds of millions of years of evolution.

This mysterious existence, which transcends ordinary rules, is not as easily understood as one might imagine.

Based on past experience in slaying chosen ones of destiny, only when the host bearing that destiny dies will the unique dimensional favor be stripped away and transferred to the being who completed the kill.

If multiple people join forces to suppress it, the distribution of fortune depends entirely on fate and probability, and there is no way to intervene manually.

That would be fair.

This eliminates the possibility of using underhanded tactics.

"If two people team up to kill a chosen one of a realm, the distribution of their fortune afterward is entirely up to fate. You're giving me this incredible opportunity, aren't you afraid of ending up with nothing?"

Yuanmo crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's better to devour the luck than to lose my life in this lowly plane."

"That human, at the early stage of the ninth rank, forcibly killed a being at the early stage of the tenth rank. You should understand better than I what this outrageous cross-rank combat power means."

"Besides, he is still growing."

Liekong's eyes narrowed slightly.

He certainly understood.

The most terrifying aspect of the chosen one is never their current level of power, but rather their explosive power that defies common sense and their potential for rapid transformation in dire circumstances.