Chu Chen stood proudly in the void, his eyes gleaming with divine radiance!

"This is nothing special. It is merely the standard spiritual pressure of a Saint Artifact."

"I obtained this Blood Dragon Spear within the Purple Dragon Pond Secret Realm."

"Your Blood Garment Armor may also be a Saint King Artifact, but compared to my Blood Dragon Spear, it amounts to nothing at all."

"Therefore, I advise you to admit defeat early."

A cold, fierce smile touched the corners of Chu Chen's lips as he spoke mockingly to Feng Tianxiang.

In matters of the heart, Feng Tianxiang had already lost completely to Chu Chen. Lin Shuwang's heart belonged solely to Chu Chen, leaving no room for him. He could not afford to lose in terms of martial strength as well.

If he suffered another defeat today, he would truly be left with nothing.

In fact, Chu Chen might actually kill him.

Feng Tianxiang had only recently emerged from his secluded cultivation after breaking through to the second layer of the Saint King Realm.

In terms of cultivation realm, he held a slight advantage over Chu Chen.

Yet, Chu Chen remained entirely unbothered in the face of his opponent. Just because Feng Tianxiang possessed a higher realm did not mean Chu Chen feared him.

If they truly clashed with all their might, it was still impossible to say who would emerge victorious.

Furthermore, Chu Chen possessed the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Jar. With such an item in his hands, he could reign supreme and matchless.

Slaying opponents above his own realm was something Chu Chen had done more than once. At this moment, he held a ninety percent confidence rating in his ability to suppress Feng Tianxiang.

Powerful streams of spiritual power surged within Feng Tianxiang's palms, transforming into cascading waterfalls of light that poured directly into the Blood Garment Armor.

Instantly, countless illusory astral spheres manifested in the sky, hurtling ruthlessly toward Chu Chen like a falling constellation.

Faced with this overwhelming onslaught, the Blood Dragon Spear in Chu Chen's hand finally moved.

A crimson dragon erupted from the spear tip with a thunderous roar, instantly tearing apart and dissolving the massive attacks surrounding him.

Witnessing such terrifying destructive power, Feng Tianxiang's expression shifted in shock.

"I did not expect your Blood Dragon Spear to possess such devastating might."

"Blood Garment Armor, Beacon Fire Transformation!"

This artifact was known as the Blood Garment Armor, and it contained multiple variations of spiritual pressure.

Seeing that the manifestation of astral spheres could not harm Chu Chen in the slightest, Feng Tianxiang's rage flared. The armor suddenly erupted with blood-red light streams. The intricate, tiny inscriptions upon its surface transformed into miniature apertures, and from those opening nodes, endless torrents of flame spewed forth.

The sweeping inferno rapidly expanded, blanketing the sky.

Under such suffocating spiritual pressure, even Lin Shuwang, who was watching from the distance, grew visibly solemn.

"Chu Chen, be careful!"

"If you cannot hold, I will assist you!" Lin Shuwang called out urgently.

"He is merely a minor Feng Tianxiang. There is no need for you to act," Chu Chen replied calmly.

Turning his cold gaze back, he said, "Feng Tianxiang, you should have kept your head low and remained hidden inside your God Phoenix Valley, detached from the affairs of the world. Yet, you stubbornly courted death by trying to seize the Sacred Flame Imperial Palace. Your audacity is truly boundless."

"Today, even if you possess heaven-defying capabilities and grand treasures, do not dream of escaping this place alive. Your only path here is death. Do you understand?"

Feng Tianxiang was pushed to the verge of exploding with fury upon hearing those words.

No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a manner. It was utterly intolerable.

"Insolent fool! Today, either you perish, or I live!"

"Beacon Fire Transformation, slay!"

Driven mad by his pride, Feng Tianxiang channeled his profound spiritual power like a raging torrent, forcing it into the Saint King Artifact.

Massive spheres of flame shot out from the armor's apertures, instantly trapping Chu Chen within a vast, churning sea of fire.

Despite being submerged in a literal ocean of flames, Chu Chen remained perfectly composed, showing not a single trace of panic.

Amidst the blazing inferno, a protective sphere of blood-red light flickered around Chu Chen's body.

Within that crimson barrier, the phantom of a blood dragon coiled and soared.

Backed by the formidable defensive power of the Blood Dragon Spear, the surrounding sea of fire could not breach his perimeter or pose any threat to him whatsoever.

With a casual wave of his hand, Chu Chen thrust the Blood Dragon Spear forward three times toward the sky.

Three massive dragon phantoms shot forth, unleashing earth-shattering roars.

As the dragons roared, violent waves of crimson spear Qi swept through the air, forcibly devouring the dense, suffocating wall of flames around them.

Seeing his grand sea of fire rapidly diminish and vanish, Feng Tianxiang was caught entirely off guard.

The Beacon Fire Transformation of his Blood Garment Armor was actually incapable of suppressing Chu Chen. It appeared he had no choice but to deploy another method.

The Blood Garment Armor possessed multiple offensive matrices. It had already utilized the Spirit Net Encirclement, the Barrier Imprisonment, and now the Beacon Fire Transformation-yet none could defeat Chu Chen. It was time to shift forms.

"Blood Garment Armor, Flying Sword Transformation!" Feng Tianxiang roared arrogantly.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The miniature apertures upon the Blood Garment Armor no longer spewed flames. Instead, dense streams of pure energy coalesced into a boundless storm of blood-red flying swords, raining down upon Chu Chen.

Even facing this, Chu Chen's expression remained detached and calm.

These crimson flying swords were merely illusions formed from spiritual energy. Though their piercing intent was exceptionally sharp, Chu Chen needed only to sweep his spear in a wide arc. The resulting blood-dragon phantoms, accompanied by violent astral gales, instantly swallowed the descending sword river whole.

The inherent quality and pressure of the Blood Dragon Spear vastly outmatched the Blood Garment Armor.

Even among Saint King Artifacts, there was a hierarchy of absolute dominance.

Feng Tianxiang's armor did not even qualify as a high-tier piece.

On the other hand, Chu Chen not only held the Blood Dragon Spear, but he also possessed the complete Divine Phoenix Treasure Art, the Divine Phoenix Diagram, and the Ancient Divine Disc.

Any single one of those items, if revealed, would be enough to leave Feng Tianxiang utterly dumbfounded.

Chu Chen chose to hold those cards back for now. If he revealed them and mentioned they were obtained within the Falling Phoenix Slope Secret Realm, it would probably infuriate Feng Tianxiang to the point of coughing blood.

There was no need to speak of it yet. As long as his opponent did not pull out an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon, Chu Chen could decisively defeat Feng Tianxiang using nothing but the Blood Dragon Spear.

Back when he was only at the tenth layer of the Great Saint Realm, he could already fight Feng Tianxiang to a standstill. Now that his cultivation had progressed, the outcome was predetermined.

Chu Chen possessed absolute confidence and total certainty in his victory.

Meanwhile, Feng Tianxiang similarly believed himself to be invincible. It remained to be seen who would have the last laugh.

"Rumble!"

Deafening explosions continued to shatter the sky.

The surrounding mountain peaks had already been leveled to the ground, a testament to just how terrifying their clash truly was. Ordinary cultivators would have been reduced to ash if they were caught in even the slightest ripple of the residual shockwaves.

Yet, this was merely the standard exchange between two supreme experts; they had not even reached the peak of their frenzied struggle.

Chu Chen's gaze locked onto Feng Tianxiang standing in the void. Seeing that the man refused to yield after such a prolonged fight made him highly displeased.

"If you still refuse to surrender, I will personally shatter this piece of garbage you call the Blood Garment Armor."

Chu Chen issued his final warning.

"Who do you think you are? Claiming you can shatter it just because you say so? This is a grand Saint King Artifact!" Feng Tianxiang hissed, his eyes freezing with homicidal intent.

Chu Chen completely ignored the outburst. His fighting spirit surged like an ocean, his sole focus centered on capturing Feng Tianxiang as swiftly as possible.

"Since you refuse to listen, I shall show you something different."

"Witness the world-suppressing ultimate technique of my God Phoenix Valley!"

"Divine Phoenix Great Derivation Art!"

As the words left his mouth, Feng Tianxiang's fingers blurred into an incredibly complex hand seal, and his eyes turned as sharp as unsheathed blades.