The Six Harmonies Invincible, Emperor Wang Kuang'ao Ba’s ultimate move blasted forth with a deafening roar.

This strike’s power was immeasurable, utterly beyond comparison.

Instantly, the scorching attack locked space, shattered space, locked time, and shattered time. Time and space locked and exploded simultaneously, leaving no avenue for escape. And the intensity of this explosion was unimaginable, like a thousand suns annihilating themselves in the very same instant.

Under such an explosive assault, was Lu Yuan dead?

Due to the sheer ferocity of the blast, Lu Yuan’s form was completely obscured for the moment.

However, it was generally presumed Lu Yuan would survive, though injury was inevitable.

When the dust settled, a trace of blood clung to the corner of Lu Yuan’s lip—a minor injury.

To sustain only a light wound under such an attack was truly remarkable.

The Son of the Wild gave a cold sneer: “Only a light injury? That must have been your limit. I will attack again.” During that last offensive, the Son of the Wild had sensed he had pushed Lu Yuan to the absolute edge of his technique. Lu Yuan surely couldn't hold out much longer. Now came another Six Harmonies Invincible, another explosion reaching the pinnacle of intensity.

This was the second time.

Lou!

When the dust cleared this time, Lu Yuan still showed only a trickle of blood at his mouth: “It seems you still haven't broken through my defense?”

The Son of the Wild scoffed: “I have gauged the absolute limit of your technique’s endurance. That last strike was your peak, just shy of collapse. Now, collapse for me.” With a resounding cry, the Son of the Wild unleashed the ultimate move, Six Harmonies Invincible, once more, slamming toward Lu Yuan—another great explosion that locked time and space amidst swirling dust.

But when this dust and explosive energy finally dissipated, Lu Yuan’s injuries had not worsened in the slightest.

What was going on?

Such a powerful move as Six Harmonies Invincible had been used three times consecutively. The first resulted in a light injury, the second in a light injury, and the third yielded absolutely no damage.

This was an invincible-tier ultimate move. Even the Vice-Lord of the Ice Civilization, a figure of the previous era ranked second in Heavenly Fortune, a being of nine and a half epochs, would admit he could barely withstand such an attack, yet Lu Yuan had taken it so easily.

Mian Ji!

The Son of the Wild gripped the Heaven’s Mandate Divine Halberd, his expression shifting to one of disbelief for the first time since the battle began: “You possess some skill, it seems.”

Lu Yuan roared out: “You have attacked relentlessly; now it is my turn to press the offense. You used six Limits; now we shall see how many Limits I can deploy.” Lu Yuan shouted, instantly executing the Emperor’s Limit.

Huh? Lu Yuan knew the Emperor’s Limit that the Son of the Wild had just used?

The Son of the Wild was momentarily stunned. He knew the Emperor’s Limit.

The explanation was actually quite simple. The reason Lu Yuan had endured the previous three strikes without counterattack was precisely to learn those six Limits. Now, his Eternal Heavenly Dao Hall had incorporated six new Limits. It was time to strike back. Seeing the bewildered expression of the Son of the Wild, Lu Yuan couldn't help but chuckle lightly: “You can use the Emperor’s Limit, why can’t I? Oh, and I also know the Sovereign’s Limit.”

The Sovereign’s Sword flashed out, mirroring the Son of the Wild’s Sovereign’s Limit exactly—the Sovereign’s Limit, representing the majesty of the Heavenly King and the awe of royalty, surged forward.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Yuan had already unleashed two Limits.

What was the meaning of this?

Typically, a Vice-Lord of a Civilization masters one Limit of a technique. The Son of the Wild had demonstrated six distinct technique Limits. Now, Lu Yuan had displayed two, and it didn't look like he was finished; it seemed only the beginning. Was today a massive giveaway of technique Limits? How unbelievably heaven-defying were these two combatants? And why were Lu Yuan’s and the Son of the Wild’s Limits identical? Matching one might be coincidence; matching two suggested something far beyond mere chance.

Lu Yuan looked toward the Son of the Wild: “The third: the King’s Limit.”

The third Limit appeared. Today was certainly a day for Limit distribution. Crucially, this Limit was also identical to the Son of the Wild’s. What strange occurrence was this? Could Lu Yuan truly have just learned the Son of the Wild’s Limits? That seemed impossible. No one had ever heard of someone learning an opponent’s technique Limits just by witnessing them used a few times. Such a thing was unheard of.

Lu Yuan’s Self-Nourishing Divine Sword drew an intensely domineering sword track across the void—this was the Tyrant’s Limit. This marked Lu Yuan’s fourth Limit, and again, it mirrored a technique Limit previously used by the Son of the Wild. Despite the incredulity, more and more onlookers were beginning to accept the impossible: Lu Yuan truly could learn the Son of the Wild’s technique Limits. This absolutely impossible event was occurring.

The Self-Nourishing Divine Sword carved a move of extreme wildness in the void—this was the Frenzy’s Limit. Just as expected, Lu Yuan had learned the Son of the Wild’s Frenzy’s Limit. One wondered if Lu Yuan could learn them infinitely or if there was a cap. There should be a limit, otherwise, he was too monstrously overpowered. Unfortunately for the Son of the Wild, Lu Yuan’s learning capacity was unrestricted regarding techniques—he could learn any move or its Limit, but nothing else.

Such an arrogant, proud slash!

The Pride’s Limit—this was Lu Yuan’s sixth ultimate technique Limit demonstrated.

Countless people nearby sucked in a sharp breath. The Son of the Wild roared out: “Lu Yuan, you certainly have skill, managing to learn all six of my core technique Limits. But so what? Dreaming if you think those six are enough to defeat me.”

Lu Yuan smiled thinly: “Who said I only possess those six technique Limits?” What did Lu Yuan mean by that? Did he possess even more Limits? As countless eyes widened in astonishment, Lu Yuan suddenly drew his sword. This strike was like an ancient, massive flood, descending relentlessly, annihilating everything, its momentum surging boundlessly.

The Flood’s Limit! The seventh technique Limit!

Lu Yuan moved again, unleashing a sword strike steeped in bitterness. This cut was mournful, sorrowful, and desolate, chilling the heart like a solitary lamp in the rain. Sword light bloomed, making one feel plunged into a world of suffering. This move was the Bitter’s Limit. After witnessing Zhou Qingxuan and the Nine Heavens Celestial Maiden combine forces against the Son of the Wild, Lu Yuan’s Bitter’s technique Limit had strengthened considerably. This was the eighth technique Limit. To unleash so many Limits in such quick succession was terrifying!

Lu Yuan’s sword light traced circles in the void, carving orbit after orbit—this was the Cycle’s Limit, learned from the tomb of the Vice-Lord of the Circular Civilization. After so much refinement, Lu Yuan’s Cycle technique Limit had reached perfection. The Cycle’s Limit—this was the ninth technique Limit.

Having finished the Cycle’s Limit, Lu Yuan immediately employed his next move: unpredictable, ever-changing sword techniques, bafflingly elusive. This was the tenth Limit he demonstrated: the Shift’s Limit! Originally learned from the Vice-Lord of the Blade Civilization, the Vice-Lord himself had not pushed the Shift’s Limit to great heights. However, Lu Yuan had continuously studied and corrected these techniques. Given the inherent strength Lu Yuan possessed regarding techniques, he had pushed this Shift’s Limit to its maximum potential. The Shift’s Limit Lu Yuan currently wielded was at least three times more potent than what the Vice-Lord of the Blade Civilization had used.

Ten ultimate technique Limits!

Lu Yuan was now deploying a full ten technique Limits, surpassing the Son of the Wild’s six.

Fortunately, an eleventh technique Limit did not follow. Lu Yuan, it seemed, had a discernible cap on his Limit mastery, preventing him from becoming too terrifyingly overwhelming. Many onlookers let out a sigh of relief, only to immediately wonder why they were relieved—were ten technique Limits truly a small number? This was utterly, devastatingly heaven-defying.

In this era’s battle between the two paramount children of Heavenly Fortune, not only were ordinary Vice-Lords of Civilizations stunned, but even the Vice-Lord of the Ice Civilization, the second-ranked Vice-Lord from the previous epoch, was completely shaken.

Lu Yuan shouted: “Son of the Wild, you have Six Harmonies Invincible; I have Ten Directions Annihilation.”

Indeed, by combining his ten Limits, Lu Yuan named this ultimate move Ten Directions Annihilation. The Emperor’s, Sovereign’s, King’s, Frenzy’s, Pride’s, Tyrant’s, Flood’s, Bitter’s, Cycle’s, and Shift’s—all ten Directions attacked simultaneously. These ten technique Limits assaulted his foe, locking time, locking space, and even locking several other dimensions, blasting from the highest point to the lowest, from the largest scope to the smallest, resulting in a colossal, earth-shattering explosion. Faced with this, the Son of the Wild’s expression changed dramatically, but he had no choice now. He summoned his Six Harmonies Invincible, channeling its six Limits and blasting them fiercely toward Lu Yuan.

Ten Limits versus Six Limits.

Two spheres of explosion collided with a deafening sound—a Civilization’s Eruption.

But immediately, the two spheres merged into a single, larger explosion than the original two combined.

Boom! Because the Civilization’s Eruption possessed such staggering grandeur and astonishing visual effects of light and sound, visibility was completely obscured between the Son of the Wild and Lu Yuan. Logically, Lu Yuan should have gained the upper hand, but who could truly say in such a confrontation? Both the Son of the Wild and Lu Yuan were children of Heavenly Fortune blessed with infinite trump cards; either one could claim victory, and either one could suffer defeat.

When the dust and explosive energy finally cleared, Lu Yuan smoothly sheathed his Self-Nourishing Divine Sword. Not far away, the Son of the Wild’s face was ashen, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

It seemed there were no surprises; in the exchange of ultimate moves, Lu Yuan held the advantage, and the Son of the Wild was at a disadvantage.

Lu Yuan looked at the Son of the Wild: “Son of the Wild, this time I will slay you.” Without delay, Lu Yuan drew the Self-Nourishing Divine Sword again, showing no mercy, unleashing the maximally potent Ten Limits combined into one move: Ten Directions Annihilation. This time, the Son of the Wild could not be spared. The Son of the Wild sneered, his eyes sharp as blades: “Lu Yuan, you are certainly superior to me in terms of technique mastery; you have reason to be proud. But to think that is enough to win, you are too naive. I, the Son of the Wild, am not called the foremost child of Heavenly Fortune for nothing.” The Son of the Wild lightly rotated the Heaven’s Mandate Divine Halberd in his hand and coldly mocked: “Do you know why my long halberd is named Heaven’s Mandate Divine Halberd? That word, ‘Mandate,’ means something. Today, you will perish beneath my Heaven’s Mandate.” (First update delivered.)