Xuanyuan Mingjing appeared composed and confident, though his face was paler compared to before, a result of the rampant leakage of Yin Yang Qi.
"This is the best... way to solve the problem."
A black blood hole appeared on Xuanyuan Mingjing’s stomach, left by the Spear of Doom which pierced his body, leaving behind Misfortune Qi in the wound.
To land a slap on Shen Wuxiang, Xuanyuan Mingjing let him stab his body with the spear...
Truly harming the enemy eight hundred, damaging oneself a thousand.
Shen Wuxiang’s expression was solemn; such a Xuanyuan Mingjing was incredibly terrifying.
A Great Grandmaster who didn’t care for his own life, a fearless Great Grandmaster, the destructive power he could unleash was extrely terrifying.
This forced him to consider; the benefits outweighed...
But, just like Xuanyuan Mingjing had no choice, neither did he.
He couldn’t allow Xuanyuan Mingjing to cross Baicao Lake or reach the peak of Baiyun Mountain, for then Shen Xinglan’s situation would be perilous.
"Xuanyuan Mingjing, must be killed."
A mont of hesitation, yet his Dao Heart returned to firmness.
"Moreover, now is the best ti..."
Shen Wuxiang reached out, summoned the flying Spear of Doom, gripped the spear tightly, and looked at Xuanyuan Mingjing saying: "Since that’s the case... I’ll send Brother Mingjing on his final journey."
Beneath Shen Wuxiang’s arm holding the spear, dozens of dark red bloodlines uncontrollably bulged and wriggled, resembling live worms burrowing under the skin.
A faint black crack from the backlash of fate quietly crawled up to the joints of his wrist holding the spear.
The Spear of Doom, as nad.
With each swing of misfortune, he too beca more deeply enshed in misfortune.
The Spear of Doom ignited into blackish-brown flas.
His body ignited simultaneously, the raging fire enveloping both him and the spear.
From an outside perspective, the distinction between man and spear was indiscernible.
They had beco one—man and spear united.
Xuanyuan Mingjing moved too.
He raised his right hand, a vast amount of water energy from the lake converged into his palm.
Water ripples spread, perating his entire body.
His body was surrounded by a layer of blue film.
This was Xuanyuan Mingjing creating the Creation Light.
Beneath them, Baicao Lake resembled a depleted old man, emitting a putrid, decayed scent of death.
The originally azure lake water turned black, like ink.
"Xuanyuan Mingjing, at the end of creation, all returns to nothingness!"
"All--- things--- fall--- silent!"
Shen Wuxiang’s roar emitted from within the black flas, as though it was the black hole itself wailing its soul-tearing lant for the laws.
The spear strikes!
No trajectory, no process.
Or rather, there was, but it was elusive.
It charged directly towards Xuanyuan Mingjing’s body.
Xuanyuan Mingjing didn’t have the habit of shouting out move nas during fights; the blue water ball in his hand expanded a hundredfold and transford into a hundred-ter long blade, fiercely slicing towards the spear transford by Shen Wuxiang.
"Clang..."
The long blade resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
The Creation Pure Light flowing around Xuanyuan Mingjing’s body, like ice encountering boiling oil, instantly lted and evaporated.
The Creation Origin he relied on to rebuild matter and define laws was frantically extracted and consud by the black spear.
As if it had pulled away the ’foundation’ of his existence.
The black flas were incinerating his Creation Qi.
And his body.
This was originally ant to be the Divine Power Ability of the Creation Skill.
Crack!
The long blade froze into ice within the black flas, and then with a ’crack’, shattered.
The Spear of Doom’s offensive didn’t wane as it fiercely pierced into Xuanyuan Mingjing’s chest.
It propelled Xuanyuan Mingjing to greater heights, the Misfortune Qi carried by the spear quickly corroding Xuanyuan Mingjing’s body.
Finding a flaw in a Great Grandmaster’s Dao Domain is exceedingly difficult.
Once found, at all costs... one must implant their evil seed into it.
Then blow it apart.
All the exposed skin on Xuanyuan Mingjing’s face and body swiftly turned black, as if infected by a malignant virus.
His body beca rigid; this was the impact and restraint Misfortune Qi had on his body.
"Is it ti to die?"
Xuanyuan Mingjing looked at the Spear of Doom burning with black flas embedded in his chest.
"Doesn’t seem like there’s much to regret."
His gaze turned to the distant mountain peaks, towards Baiyun Mountain’s direction.
"Just... boy, I did my best."
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"This sword’s na sounds very powerful."
Shen Xinglan said expressionlessly, the complint lacking sincerity, though a trace of anticipation flickered in her eyes.
"Very powerful," Tang Fei responded, "I pondered for a long ti..."
The Buddhist Scripture says: When the three disasters end, calamities remain to consu the world.
Where the sword’s edge passes, all returns to ashes, cutting out the residual flas of the world-consuming calamity.
Those struck have their lifespan turned to ashes, their path in reincarnation severed.
This sword is nad World-Burning.
It severs not only the path of life but also the path of reincarnation.
More than just the na being powerful...
In Tang Fei’s view, a powerful swordsmanship deserves a powerful na.
This sword completely matches Tang Fei’s expectations of the Netherworld Scroll...
If it were nad sothing like ’Mandarin Duck Sword’, ’Duan n Blade’, he would be embarrassed to call it out in public.
The Evil God could use this Sword Manual to dominate an era, a thousand years later, his soul unextinguished, and during his descent, a wisp of soul nearly claid the lives of him and Little Fatty...
Such Immortal Great Power, the Sword Manual he held close even upon ascension, surely was no ordinary item?
A watered-down Grandmaster is still a Grandmaster.
Tang Fei stood under the imnse pressure of Shen Xinglan’s vast Sword Domain, his bones creaking, the Yin Erosion Sword’s lant nearly inaudible.
Yet, the flas of madness in his eyes burned to the extre.
The Netherworld Scroll unfolded with a thunderous roar in the depths of his sea of consciousness, dragging the entire peak of Baiyun Mountain into a blood-colored apocalyptic tapestry.
The sky transford into peeling scorch marks, the earth into cracked remains.
The glorious sun overhead eternally descended into darkness, dripping raindrops like thick blood.
This is the Dao Heart of the Evil God, or rather, the Domain Field erging when the Netherworld Scroll is pushed to its limit.
This sword burns the essence of life.
The Yin Yang Qi within transford into combustible ’gas’, when Tang Fei slashed the sword, like striking a match.
Boom...
This sword not only cuts others, but also oneself.
Shen Xinglan swung her Taia Sword.
This strike didn’t resemble swordsmanship; it felt more like a sword technique...
Simple and straightforward, grand and expansive.
Using Brute Force to break the technique.
Amidst the rolling cloud stream, a blue giant bird erged.
Zhuangzi·Carefree Travel records: In the north, there is a fish, nad Kun. The Kun is vast, spanning thousands of miles.
It transforms into a bird, nad Peng. The Peng’s back spans thousands of miles.
With her sword, Shen Xinglan slashed out the essence and charm of the Beiming Kun Breath Skill.
The giant bird soared upward, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky.
Then it swooped down, its roar resonating through the nine heavens.
Its eyes blood-red, ferociously plunging towards the Infinite Purgatory ahead.
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