811: 236 811: 236 Outside the cave, Ling Xi and Yan You Rong, along with Linghu Gudu, all stepped aside; since Cao Zhen mentioned he wanted to spar with the Axe Maniac, they naturally wouldn’t interfere.
Moreover, they were also curious about how strong this reincarnated great ability could be.
The two had not yet clashed, but a pressing aura was already surging around them.
In the area between the two, the air itself began to tremble wildly; stalks of wild grass, stirred by the powerful auras, rose into the air and shattered mid-flight.
Behind Cao Zhen, six Golden Cores, each one a Heretical Golden Core, appeared.
On the other side, behind the Axe Maniac, a massive Golden Core formed from ten Variant Golden Cores also emerged.
Among the ten Variant Golden Cores were images of a Giant Axe, as well as of massive mountains and various ferocious beasts.
A wild aura emanated from his body, constantly fluctuating in all directions.
Suddenly, Linghu Gudu, standing to the side, voiced his confusion, “It’s strange, according to the rumors, when the Axe Maniac fights someone, if his cultivation realm is higher, he suppresses his power to match his opponent’s.
Cao Zhen is at the sixth level of the Golden Core Stage; the Axe Maniac should also suppress his cultivation to the sixth level.”
No sooner had he spoken than the continuously rising aura of the Axe Maniac abruptly stalled, his face instantly stiffened; indeed, when he encountered someone with a lower cultivation realm, he would suppress his own to match his opponent.
Linghu Gudu’s remark was not misplaced.
However, the problem was, facing Cao Zhen in the sixth level of the Golden Core Stage, who was already the strongest within the Golden Core Stage of the Guardian Immortal Imperial Dynasty,
That would simply be masochistic!
He had already begun to rally his fighting spirit, prepared for a formidable battle with Cao Zhen, but Linghu Gudu’s words forced him to interrupt the climbing momentum and turn around to explain.
“Peak Master Cao is different; he is a reincarnated great ability.
Regardless of his current cultivation realm, out of respect for a reincarnated great ability, I must fight with all my might!”
As his words concluded, he once again started to gather his own fighting spirit.
However, the brief discontinuation had weakened the aura he reassembled compared to before.
Suddenly, a burst of mountain wind swept through.
The long hair hanging behind the Axe Maniac danced wildly in the wind, and from his back, the ten Variant Golden Cores began to enlarge rapidly, emitting waves of wild, bloodthirsty, ferocious, and domineering aura like the raging torrents of a river.
The next moment, he finally moved.
The Axe Maniac was barefoot, his feet exposed.
Yet as he stepped down onto the ground, the entire land trembled; the spot where his foot fell visibly bore a huge footprint, followed by a clear fissure emerging on the earth, running forward directly reaching Cao Zhen’s feet, at which point the ground in front of Cao Zhen explosively burst open, and endless dust soared into the sky, blanketing the area in a gray haze.
Amid the swirling dust, the body of the Axe Maniac leapt into the air, and in his hands, a Giant Axe appeared.
Since coming to this world, Cao Zhen had seen many axe masters and various axes.
Some were double-headed axes, some even had hooks and small crescent blades.
Many axes bore various patterns and mysterious runes, possessing various Divine Skills.
However, the axe wielded by the Axe Maniac appeared to be an ordinary Bronze Axe.
Other than its exceptionally large size, no special features were evident; moreover, it was covered with verdigris, showing signs of untold ages.
With one swing of the axe, though it was a weapon filled with the oppressive power, those around Ling Xi and Yan You Rong felt the blade to be extraordinarily sharp, as if it could pierce all things in the world.
As a bronze glow streaked across the void, the space around them suddenly split open.
The axe’s descent was like a falling galaxy on a dark night, filled with an overwhelming presence.
Suddenly, Yan You Rong’s eyes widened.
Although she wielded a sword, her Way of the Sword pursued cutting to decide victory or defeat, life or death with a single strike!
At this moment, the swing delivered by the Axe Maniac gave her the impression that he was trying to determine superiority and life or death with his master in that single axe stroke.
Faced with the axe strike, her heart gave rise to a feeling, a sense that this is how an axe should be swung, how a Giant Axe should cleave.
No matter the type of axe or the technique, all should cut through the void like this.
She even thought this was the flawless axe strike.
It seemed like a simple axe stroke, without any further iterations of shadows or changes behind it in the void.
Yet standing there watching it fall, she even had an illusion that this single axe strike seemed to seal off all of her master’s possible retreats.
This axe strike appeared to have only one purpose: to force her master to clash directly with it!
The might of this axe was enormous, carrying a momentum that could sweep away thousands of troops.
Cao Zhen, observing the descending axe, was reminded of the sword he had seen the previous night.
As if in a trance, he felt as though he had once again become that nameless immortal, confronting the falling Heavenly Tribulation of the Heavenly Dao.