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Chapter 1692 I... Haven't Lost Yet

"Destroy them for me!"

Ying Zheng's furious roar reverberated throughout the Samsara Temple. Behind him, the black dragon phantom stretched out its thousand-foot body. The dragon's head absorbed the star power of the sky, and its claws tore through layers of void. The ultimate pressure of a half-step Dao God, along with a terrifying will, transformed into a jet-black dragon-shaped aura, carrying the force to destroy the heavens and crashing towards the Samsara Emperor phantom.

A cold and surprised glint flashed in the deep eyes of the phantom Emperor of Reincarnation. His black imperial robes fluttered without wind, and an arrogant smile appeared on his lips. With a wave of his hand, countless stars and the Dao of Reincarnation surged wildly, condensing into a Reincarnation Shield engraved with billions of life and death patterns!

The dragon-shaped aura crashed down with a deafening roar that shook everyone's souls. The temple space shattered into chaotic turbulence, but it was firmly imprisoned by the star power surrounding the Emperor, and not a single bit of it leaked out!

"Bang!!"

The protective aura dissipated, the runes on the Reincarnation Shield dimmed slightly, and the Emperor's illusory figure became slightly ethereal, yet his majesty in wielding the power of eternal reincarnation remained undiminished.

Ying Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face pale but his eyes sharp as swords. The black dragon phantom coiled around him, channeling its essence, and he gritted his teeth and roared, "The Emperor's phantom is indeed worthy of its reputation, but now that I have entered the Samsara Immortal Palace, I am determined to obtain the Samsara inheritance! Today, I will experience the Emperor's methods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Daoist aura of reincarnation around him surged again. As he formed hand seals, thousands of illusory images of Immortal Qin soldiers appeared behind him, their golden spears and iron horses, their armor reflecting the stars, their roars shaking the temple!

The battle spirits roared in unison, their killing intent surging, transforming into a golden torrent that merged with the power of the black dragon. Ying Zheng conjured an invisible imperial sword, imbued with the power of both Daoist principles, and instantly appeared before the illusory image of the Emperor, pointing the sword at his brow: "Battle spirits, follow me to vanquish the enemy!"

Outside the temple, the crowd was shaken by the aftershocks of the two supreme pressures, their blood surging and they had to retreat to regain their footing. They were simply not qualified to participate in a battle of this level!

"Battle spirits, follow me to vanquish the enemy!"

Ying Zheng moved like lightning, his dragon-patterned sword carrying the overwhelming killing intent of the Immortal Qin War Soul. Before the blade even reached the target, it had already torn through the void. The chaotic currents scattered around were all crushed by the dual Dao of Reincarnation. The star-like gold on the four walls of the temple hummed, the ancient runes on the Reincarnation Stone were crimson and about to crack, and the four giant dragon pillars were shaken by the residual power. The power of reincarnation engraved on the pillars began to stir faintly.

Seeing Ying Zheng's fearless spirit, the illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor's deep eyes grew even colder, his arrogant smile only intensifying. With a wave of his hand, countless reincarnation runes formed chains, as black as ink, each wrapped with the power of stars, densely entangling Ying Zheng's body. Wherever they passed, the space rippled with layers of reincarnation, as if to drag Ying Zheng and the Immortal Qin War Soul into the endless abyss of reincarnation, never to be freed.

"You think you can imprison me with a mere Reincarnation Lock?!"

Ying Zheng roared, sweeping his dragon-patterned sword horizontally. The sword light was dazzling, and the two Daoist energies intertwined and burst forth. With one sword, he severed dozens of reincarnation chains. The broken chains turned into countless reincarnation Daoist energies and dissipated, but new chains continued to grow endlessly.

Behind them, the black dragon phantom opened its mouth and spewed out pitch-black dragon breath, which scorched everything. When it encountered the Reincarnation Chains, it sizzled and melted most of them. The thousands of Immortal Qin Battle Souls were even more fearless, wielding golden battle halberds and charging forward, colliding with the Reincarnation Chains. The sound of metal clashing with metal shook the heavens and the earth.

But the Reincarnation Emperor is, after all, an existence that controls the eternal cycle of reincarnation. Even if he is just a phantom, the power of reincarnation he controls far exceeds Ying Zheng's imagination.

Those reincarnation chains were not only countless, but also contained a strange power that could obliterate the soul. Although the Immortal Qin Battle Soul was fierce, it was constantly dissipating under the entanglement of the chains. The golden torrent became thinner and thinner, and the roar of the Battle Soul gradually became lower and lower.

Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng's blood surged. He flipped his wrist, and the dragon-patterned sword unleashed countless sword flowers. Each sword strike precisely hit the chain nodes, but the force of the chain's recoil caused his arm to go numb, his tiger's mouth to split open, and blood to drip from his fingertips onto the temple floor, where it was instantly swallowed by the Reincarnation Stone on the ground!

"The illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor spoke in a deep, cold voice, carrying an indifference that looked down upon all living beings: 'Do you think that with your cultivation as a half-step Dao God, coupled with these illusory battle spirits, you can shake me? The divine race and the human race are inherently superior and inferior. The divine race reigns supreme over all races, and the human race is born to be slaves. This is an ironclad law established by the ancient heavens and earth. Your defiance of the heavens is nothing but self-destruction!'"

"Bullshit ironclad rule!"

Ying Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his aura grew increasingly violent. "In this world, the strong are respected. What is the basis for the concept of superiority and inferiority? The gods' attempt to enslave humanity is an act against the heavens! In ancient times, our ancestors rose up in resistance. Today, I will crush your illusory image, seize your inheritance, and protect my human race!"

Before he finished speaking, Ying Zheng plunged the imperial sword into the ground, formed extremely complex hand seals, and shouted sharply, "Immortal Qin Secret Technique, Battle Soul Unity!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining Immortal Qin battle spirits behind them let out a final roar in unison. Thousands of golden figures converged towards the black dragon phantom. The battle spirits' killing intent merged with the black dragon's primal power, and the black dragon phantom instantly swelled to a height of ten thousand feet. A golden imperial crown appeared on its head, and a golden battle halberd was held in its claws. The phantom was surrounded by the three Daoist principles of imperial rule, reincarnation, and slaughter. Its aura suddenly surged, actually suppressing the pressure of the reincarnation emperor phantom by several points.

Ying Zheng leaped up and landed on the top of the black dragon's head. He gripped the golden battle halberd in one hand, and his blood and qi merged completely with the black dragon and the battle spirit. He looked down at the phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor and his voice boomed like thunder: "Today, I will use the myriad battle spirits of the Immortal Qin as the foundation and the black dragon's origin as the blade to break your Reincarnation Dao and seize your inheritance seal!"

"Insanity!"

The phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor changed color drastically, clearly not expecting that Ying Zheng could use a secret method to fuse his battle soul with his natal Dao foundation, causing his aura to surge to such an extent.

Finally, he stopped holding back, his hands quickly forming hand seals, and the Dao of Stars and the Dao of Reincarnation surged wildly around him!

At this moment, the countless stars above the temple trembled violently, and countless star points converged, transforming into an imperial sword engraved with the cycle of life and death before him. The imperial sword was thousands of feet long, and its blade flowed with the aura of countless ages. Each pattern represented a cycle of reincarnation. As soon as it appeared, the entire Samsara Temple was enveloped by the pressure of the imperial sword, and everyone was so overwhelmed that they could hardly breathe. They all sat cross-legged and circulated their Dao power to resist.

"Reincarnation Emperor Sword, slash!"

The phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor raised his hand and waved. The thousand-foot-long Emperor Sword, carrying the power to destroy everything, slashed down towards Ying Zheng and the black dragon phantom. Where the blade passed, space completely collapsed, and even the chaotic turbulence was cut off by the sword. The terrifying power made the entire Reincarnation Immortal Palace shake violently, and the runes on the Star Ladder dimmed, as if they were about to collapse.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng's eyes grew even more determined. He gripped the Dragon Pattern Sword tightly and poured all his Dao power into it. The Dragon Pattern Sword immediately shone brightly, and the three Dao rhythms intertwined to form a dazzling pillar of light. He leaped up to meet the Emperor Sword, with the ten-thousand-foot black dragon following closely behind. The dragon's roar shook the starry river: "Immortal Qin, suppress!"

The two swords collided violently, and this collision was far more terrifying than the previous one. The deafening roar shattered the souls and spirits, the roof of the Samsara Temple was blown off, the stars in the sky dimmed, the four giant dragon pillars broke apart, the ground paved with Samsara Stones collapsed layer by layer, the chaotic currents surged wildly, and even the walls of the Samsara Immortal Palace were covered with dense cracks!

Ying Zheng felt a terrifying force surge into his body through the dragon-patterned sword, instantly shattering his internal organs. He coughed up blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the dilapidated wall of the temple. The wall collapsed with a deafening roar, burying him inside.

The ten-thousand-foot-long black dragon phantom was also severely injured by the remaining power of the Emperor's Sword. Several huge wounds appeared on its body, the golden Emperor's Crown dimmed and lost its luster. It let out a mournful cry and its aura instantly weakened, but it still struggled to fly towards the direction where Ying Zheng had fallen, trying to protect his body.

The phantom of the Reincarnation Emperor looked at the ruins that buried Ying Zheng. His figure was slightly illusory, clearly indicating that the attack just now had also consumed a lot of his original power.

"Humanity is ultimately no match for you. In the ancient times, those so-called great powers of humanity were no better than you, utterly powerless before the absolute power of the gods!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a deep roar suddenly came from the ruins, and an even more violent aura burst out from the ruins. Golden and black light broke through the ruins and illuminated the dilapidated Temple of Reincarnation.

Ying Zheng slowly stood up. He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and many of his bones were broken, but he still stood tall with a piercing gaze that revealed his indomitable will.

The power of Dao within his body circulated wildly, and the Dao of Reincarnation automatically repaired his injuries. Although the Immortal Qin Battle Soul was almost gone, wisps of golden aura still lingered around him. The black dragon phantom also circled behind him again, its aura weak, yet still fiercely protective of its master.

"I...have not lost yet!"

Ying Zheng's voice was hoarse yet powerful. He raised his hand and grasped the fallen dragon-patterned sword. Although the sword's light was dim, its imposing aura remained undiminished.

"You say the human race is easily defeated, but in ancient times, our ancestors resisted the enslavement of the gods with their flesh and blood. Even in death, they never retreated! You say the gods are superior to all races, but a race that enslaves all living beings is not worthy of ruling the world! Today, I swear by myself that I will break the shackles of the gods and protect the eternal peace of my human race!"

As Ying Zheng finished speaking, the Daoist aura of reincarnation around him suddenly surged, resonating with the remaining power of reincarnation in the temple!

At this moment, the pressure of the half-step Dao God began to break through the bottleneck, and his aura rose steadily. The black dragon shadow behind him transformed into a black-gold dragon shadow. On the dragon shadow, the Dao of Reincarnation flowed, and the killing intent was overwhelming!

Upon seeing this, the illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his eyes: "Impossible! You were actually able to temper your Dao heart and break through the bottleneck of your realm in a desperate situation?"

"Hehe, there's a lot you don't know!"

With a furious roar, Ying Zheng unleashed a black-gold dragon shadow, its thousand-foot body coiling above the temple, absorbing the power of the countless stars and the Dao of Reincarnation. Holding a golden battle halberd and riding on the black-gold dragon shadow, he charged once more towards the illusory figure of the Reincarnation Emperor. "This time, I will surely break your Reincarnation Shield, slay your illusory figure, and seize your inheritance!"

The black and gold dragon's roar shook the heavens and shattered the void. Ying Zheng's aura was already infinitely close to the realm of Dao God. With each step he took, the dilapidated temple trembled, and the remaining reincarnation runes converged on him.