Don’t even ntion Wang Wu, even the Big Mountain Cat, known for its agility and capable of leaping over sixty ters in a second, had no chance of escaping.
In fact, it was already jumping desperately, and for a mont, its silhouette was shrouded in a layer of gray shadow, which ant it had activated its Bloodline Talent.
Moreover, it was jumping directly upward.
But even so, it couldn’t be faster than lightning.
The thunder from that Talisman first struck Wang Wu, then Master Tu the Third, and then two large bursts of lightning chained and leapt forth, hitting the Big Mountain Cat still in mid-air.
With a miserable cry, it plunged to the ground, its entire body uncontrollably twitching violently, its previously well-grood fur mostly scorched.
Wang Wu and Master Tu the Third were no different, lying on the ground trembling uncontrollably, completely out of control from head to toe.
But their enemy offered them no opportunity to recover.
As the Thunder Talisman was hurled out, a water-blue long sword had already flown swiftly over, first slicing off the Big Mountain Cat’s head with one stroke, then with a twirl, pierced through Master Tu the Third’s forehead in a fraction of a second, simpler than killing a chicken.
Subsequently, the water-blue long sword was withdrawn from Master Tu the Third’s forehead, making a graceful spin, and with a swoosh, it ca straight for Wang Wu’s head.
From the mont the Thunder Talisman appeared to this mont, only a re two seconds had passed.
And already, two of the three Eighth-Grade Little Demons were downed without having the chance to display their skills.
But at this mont, Wang Wu successfully activated his Bloodline Talent—the Heart of the Earth!
He rarely used this talent, yet did so now without hesitation.
"You have been struck by an Eighth-grade Thunder Talisman, suffering 50 points of lightning damage, your body is paralyzed by the lightning glow, and you will be forcibly paralyzed for three seconds!"
"You have activated Level 2 Heart of the Earth!"
"You forcibly consud 100 points of Spiritual Qi, exempting the paralysis effect of the lightning glow."
——
Very simply, by consuming 100 points of Spiritual Qi, Wang Wu returned to normal, and in the next instant, he spat out a water-blue Array Stone and roared!
"Fix!"
But his intention wasn’t to fix the water-blue long sword, but to fix himself!
He stacked 300 points of Ice Spiritual Qi, already the single output limit of the Array Stone.
At that mont, Wang Wu’s entire body was covered with over a ter thick ice, a huge snowflake faintly visible above the ice.
But almost simultaneously, the water-blue long sword shot forward, slicing through the ice layer of over a ter thick without stopping, even blasting all the ice apart!
Then, it pierced through that Array Stone.
Yes, the Ninth-Grade Magical Artifact painstakingly forged by Wang Wu.
It shattered instantly, a preparation Wang Wu had made when spitting it out, to use it as a life-saving obstacle.
Its shattering was unimportant; crucially, the nearly 2000 points of Ice Spiritual Qi contained within erupted forth.
This was the utmost Wang Wu could plan for in his urgency!
Quantitative change can bring qualitative change!
Even common running water, when accumulated to a certain amount, its bursting impact is earth-shattering, not to ntion 2000 points of Ice Spiritual Qi surging forth simultaneously?
In that instant, ice covered the water-blue long sword, rapidly accumulating until it encased it in a large ball of ice, freezing everything including Wang Wu.
This ti, the water-blue long sword finally paused for a second.
Wang Wu sacrificed so much, just to buy that second’s pause.
In the next mont, it began to tremble violently, a mysterious rune blazing like the morning sun on its blade; it was starting to activate, causing the whole ice sphere to crumble apart, yet the sword still aid directly for Wang Wu’s brow, insistent on piercing through him.
But it was ultimately delayed by a second, granting Wang Wu a critical mont to react as he lunged forward fiercely.
No intention to dodge; it was unavoidable.
Moreover, the timing was fleeting.
Just at that mont, as the water-blue long sword was about to resu its normal attack speed, Wang Wu thrust his chest against it.
He could feel his chest being sliced like tofu, the cold seeping in, the wild energy swelling within, all the great powers contained within this sword.
What a beautifully crafted weapon.
Yet, it was nonetheless halted once more by his body of flesh.
Even a re half-second pause was enough.
Wang Wu grinned, ignoring the blood foam gushing from his mouth, clawing the sword tightly without pulling but pushing fiercely backward.
Simultaneously, his body retreated fiercely, crashing into the sturdy tree bark behind him, harder than any stone.
Wang Wu could leave claw marks a few centiters deep on stone but couldn’t even make a white mark there.
This was the root system of Grandpa Tree’s branch, an Ancient Tree, decayed but still remarkably sturdy.
"Clink!"
The sound of clashing tal resounded behind him, and the long sword managed to pierce through that hard bark.
But that was unimportant because Wang Wu leveraged that force to pull the sword entirely from his back, leaving a gaping transparent hole behind.
Then he abruptly turned to see the water-blue long sword shaking, not leaving a single drop of blood behind.
Half of the sword was fiercely lodged into the tree bark, while the other half remained outside.
Truth be told, that alone testified to the sharpness of this sword.
Yet this was the very purpose Wang Wu had painstakingly planned to reach.
With a sudden roar, seizing the mont where the sword was montarily difficult to extricate, snagged by the tree bark, he charged directly at it.
He aid to employ all his strength to break this sword!
In that instant, the sword bent to a near 90-degree angle.
"Wicked creature, how dare you!"
A voice roared in rage, and the sword emitted a mournful wail.
Alas, the tree bark of Grandpa Tree’s branch was too sturdy; the sword could penetrate using the Sword Technique’s montum, but attempting to retreat or shatter the bark in such a state was out of the question!
For a mont, Wang Wu’s Bear Claw, his body, were both wounded by Sword Qi, exposing white bone and inner organs!
Yet he seed utterly indifferent, oblivious, clutching the sword deathly tight, determined to break it!
One second!
The runes flared like fierce flas on the sword, nearly cooking Wang Wu’s Bear Claw
Two seconds!
Dangerous cyan-red glows burst forth at the sword’s bent angle like tiny stars.
Three seconds!
From afar, figures rushed forth, hurling Talismans as if they cost nothing.
But it was already too late.
After being forcibly bent for four seconds, the miraculous sword finally let out a sorrowful cry, snapping in half.
The next mont, diverse Talismans activated above Wang Wu’s head, vibrant and colorful like fireworks at night, so splendid!
Also like lines of information flashing crazily before his eyes.
Ha ha!
Do you have a second sword as formidable as this one?
Even if you do, can you wield it as deftly as you did this one?
When holding a sharp sword, you call wicked creature.
Now your sword is broken, what will you call ?
At this mont, Wang Wu was covered from head to toe in blood, the effects of Talismans raining down on him akin to being relentlessly pounded by a Gatling loaded with blue fire.
Thunder Talisman, Fire Talisman, Ice Talisman, Poison Talisman, Wood Vine Entwined, Quicksand Concealnt, Wind Blows Five Senses, various negative effects hailed down like ice.
He was even slamd to the ground like a lump of mud, savagely trampled, brutally tornted!
But he still wasn’t dead!
Even his Life Value hovered over 300 , enduring continuous rapid healing!
The truly terrifying damage inflicted upon him ca from that sword piercing his chest, delivering an 800-point wound.
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