Shock and horror appeared on the whip-wielding woman's face as she watched John rise to his feet, demonic red eyes staring unwaveringly at her as if the attack had meant nothing to him. Combined with his Asura-like appearance, the woman felt pure fear run through her body. The woman felt death staring at her.
"Wh…what are you?" the woman asked, mumbling her words through trembling lips. The demonic form staring at her was the most frightening thing she had ever seen.
Based on the fighting styles and demeanors of his opponents in this chamber, John could tell these people were not talented fighters. They had most likely used their extraordinary wealth and status to purchase the best cultivation aids, and had brute forced their cultivations to their current levels.
When compared to a genius of the same cultivation realm, they were quite a bit weaker, and their combat prowess was nothing more than a joke.
John ignored her question, and sent a sound transmission to Kirii to keep Galvsten occupied for a moment. Kirii was locked in battle with the man, who was no doubt the strongest one of the bunch. Still, Kirii was able to hold his own, making it so that escape was impossible for the man.
Their battle filled the chambers with constant explosions of lightning and sword battle arts; explosions that washed over both John and the whip-wielding woman constantly. John merely shrugged off the explosions thanks to his heaven-defying durability, but the woman was much worse off.
Each explosion required her to expend Qi to defend against it, quickly draining her Qi reserves. At this point in the battle, she was nothing more than a spent candle, one to be snuffed out momentarily.
Boom!
The ground beneath John's feet shook like an earthquake as he pressed off the ground, soaring up towards the woman who hovered a hundred yards in the air. He appeared before her instantly, scythe disappearing from his hands. The womans whip was faster than his scythe due to his scythe's immense weight, and so he decided to forgo his weapon.
The woman sped backwards and whipped outwards towards John. The air crackled with immense power as her whip slapped down on his location, space trembling wherever it traveled.
Roar!
John roared loudly, unleashing a Roar of the Jade Dragon's towards the whip. The roar shook the whip, veering it off its intended path, making it miss him by a few feet. Spatial power flared within him a moment later as John parted the wall between the real world and the realm of spatial chaos beyond, stepping into it.
The multi-colored glow of spatial chaos surrounded him in all directions, trying to push him in random directions like ocean waves. John surged through the spatial chaos in his intended direction, and upon arrival an instant later, pierced through the spatial wall once more.
He stepped back into the real world, a dozen yards behind the woman.
"Close enough," John muttered. He had intended to arrive directly behind her, but his grasp of the spatial Dao was still tenuous at best. Still, this was more than close enough.
The woman turned around, face aghast at John's sudden arrival. Had she been more combat experienced, she would have had her divine sense pushed to the absolute maximum, which would have allowed her to feel his movement even through the barrier of space itself. However, the woman was definitely not an experienced fighter, and had only had her divine sense spread out at minimum power, so as to keep track of his movements in this realm.
Flash!
John appeared before her like a ghost, far quicker than the woman could retract her whip and unleash another attack. Her eyes went wide and mouth opened to scream in fright, but a fist slammed into her face before the scream could leave her mouth.
A muffled cry of pain echoed out as the woman shot backwards like a bullet, blood and teeth trailing behind her.
Boom!
She slammed against the far wall of the chamber, forming a small indent into the durable formation-reinforced wall. She bounced off it with a sickening crunch, falling to the ground below.
Bang!
A fist slammed into her stomach before she could come to, slamming her against the wall once more.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A torrent of punches blasted onto the woman, each punch as strong as her whip attacks, each coming so fast that it was impossible for her to free herself from the barrage. Lightning sprung into existence as the barrage continued, coating John's bloodied fists with ruinous lightning power, adding to the force of the attacks.
The woman withstood the first wave of punches, using her Qi as best she could to defend against it. That Qi ran out quickly, overwhelmed by the sheer power of the ceaseless punches; punches powered by the might of dragons and Asura', punches so powerful that they would shatter entire mountain ranges with each blow.
Zuri watched with mouth agape as John unleashed his torrential assault on the Early World Expansion woman. She instinctively put herself in that position and wondered if she would be able to withstand that horrifying barrage. She quickly came to the conclusion that although she would have lasted longer than the woman, had she found herself pinned under that barrage of attacks, her fate would have eventually been the same as that woman.
The barrage eventually ended, making the chamber go from shaking like an earthquake was about to destroy everything, to stillness. The lightning faded away as well, revealing the result of the horrifying barrage.
John hovered in the sky a yard from the wall, which was splattered in all directions with a thick coating of blood, bone, and viscera. All that remained of the body was a mangled head, which while unrecognizable, was still intact. The disfigured yet horrified look still lingered on the woman's face, her eyes eternally wide with fear, shock, and disbelief.
The head vanished a moment later.
Boom!
John turned around, his demonic-red eyes locking onto Galvsten on the opposite side of the chamber. Kirii was standing before the man, body glowing brightly, lightning flickering over his Kirin form.
Galvsten looked over towards John, eyes wide, mouth agape, unable to believe the outcome of John's battle. He glanced at the smattering of blood and guts on the wall behind John, and then grit his teeth with anger and resolve. A formation disk suddenly appeared in Galvsten's hand, one brimming with powerful spatial energy.
'Trying to escape with a spatial formation disk huh?'
John suddenly vanished, slipping into the spatial void once more. He reappeared a short distance away from Galvsten almost instantly, just as Galvsten crushed his spatial disk in his hand. His body became wrapped with a powerful spatial energy, about to carry him far away from this location.
"You're going to regret what you did today, you fucking brat," Galvsten said, a mix of anger and mockery in his voice.
His eyes went wide a moment later, shocked at the fact that he had not teleported away. Instead, his spatial energy seemed to be struggling against something, as if trying to break through a formation but unable to.
Galvsten's eyes snapped towards John's hand, watching the crumbling pieces of what was once a formation disk fall to the ground. John smirked at the man with cold confidence. The spatial repression formation disk he had purchased from the Mystic Trade Hall Master, the one he had intended to use on Parker but had not needed to, had finally become useful.
Che!
John appeared before the stunned Galvsten, hand piercing forward like a knife, carving directly into the man's stomach, piercing his dantian spatial realm and destroying it instantly.
