483: Chapter 64 The Banished Immortal of the Human Race!_2 483: Chapter 64 The Banished Immortal of the Human Race!_2 “This is the Soul Chasing Needle…
you little brat, you tricked !”
The Purple Robe Old Monster was both shocked and terrified; having not seen the light of day for many years, the sunlight brought him intense unease.
The Soul Chasing Needle, a thod used to track a person.
It could penetrate the ridians, the Qi Sea, and even the three souls and seven spirits, making it nearly impossible to remove.
And its tracking thod had already been handed over to the True Martial Palace by Jiang Jucai.
He roared: “How dare you?
Aren’t you afraid the Daoist Sect will turn on you and discard you like an old shoe?”
He couldn’t understand why Jiang Jucai would strike against him.
One must know, regardless of the circumstances, Jiang Jucai had already committed acts of cannibalism.
Even if he rendered ritorious deeds, he would still die.
If the Daoist Sect permitted undercover agents to massacre civilians in order to lure him out, then the Heavenly Demon Sect would not openly oppose the Daoist Sect.
They were not fools.
If Qingcang Immortal disapproved, they would just hide their actions.
After all, human sacrifice had existed since ancient tis, and without cultivators inciting, human sacrifices would appear whenever there was a disaster.
The ignorant populace was easily deceived.
Just because Qingcang was uncompromising and the Daoist Sect was upright, many sects turned to wicked ways.
Jiang Jucai was destined to die, no matter what he did.
That’s why the Heavenly Demon Sect accepted him.
“…”
Jiang Jucai said nothing, and with a wave of his sleeve, countless precious talismans flew out, each talisman paper displaying myriad Daoist Skills.
This ti, the Purple Robe Old Monster was on guard, layers of Qi Slaughter protecting his body.
He stood on the west, settled on the Kun Trigram, and raised his hands.
A shadow of Yin Mountain erged.
Countless Daoist Skills bombarded down like a storm of thunder, rending Yin Mountain full of holes, yet the Old Monster’s silhouette was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Jucai then took out a green wooden cone Magic Treasure, raised it high, and then brought it down heavily.
Wood overcos Earth, transforming Earth into Wood.
In an instant, Yin Mountain vanished, the wooden cone piercing through the Old Monster’s shoulder.
Then both sides utilized the Five Elents phases and techniques, displaying their Miracle thods.
Jiang Jucai, with his ample wealth, brought forth various Magic Artifacts and talismans as if burning money in battle.
The advantage lay in hardly needing to consu any Mana; simply spending money kept his enemy subdued.
The Purple Robe Old Monster had profound power and wielded the unpredictable evil skill, paired with the Heavenly Demon Sect’s robust cultivation techniques.
Though lacking Jiang Jucai’s financial resources, he relied on his cultivation to handle the situation calmly, falling only slightly behind.
The outco was swiftly decided; the Purple Robe Old Monster held an edge.
Talismans and Magic Artifacts could never outmatch solid Inner Strength.
Spectators watched in awe, and Xie Yunnan abandoned any thought of defeating her enemies across realms.
To defeat either of these True Monarchs, she only had one chance.
That was to wait for a mont of inattention from the opponent, then channel all her power into the Daoist Sword for a single killing strike.
Otherwise, as long as the opponent didn’t die, she would.
Such an opportunity was extrely slim.
After a hundred rounds, both sides were injured, but neither could overco the other.
This was typically the nature of great power duels, rarely would anyone in the sa realm be able to kill their opponent.
Especially since the Purple Robe Old Monster always aid to leave, leaning on defense, making it impossible to kill or be killed by Jiang Jucai.
“How dare you!
Since you seek death, I shall fulfill your wish.”
The Purple Robe Old Monster’s face was cold, his hand grasping empty air.
A tattered scroll entered his palm, and he flung it skyward, transforming it into a ray of light that flew away.
“I’ve reported this to the authorities.
Await your doom!”
With that, he turned to flee.
As an excellent Evil Cultivator, the Purple Robe Old Monster knew very well that the real killer move against peers wasn’t Divine Skills but the Daoist Sect!
With Jiang Jucai exposed, he wouldn’t need to act; a great power from the True Martial Palace would soon descend to apprehend him.
Jiang Jucai moved to intercept, while the Purple Robe Old Monster took the hit, spitting blood as half of his Five Internal Organs were crushed.
“Inspector Xie, please assist!”
Jiang Jucai urgently called out.
Without hesitation, Xie Yunnan swung her sword with all her strength, and a hundred-zhang sword light struck the Purple Robe Old Monster.
A wisp of Qi Slaughter turned into a demon wind, blowing.
The sword light shifted, the demon wind striking Xie Yunnan, her palm emitting a faint light as she channeled it into her Daoist Sword.
The sword blade trembled, enduring an imnse power, emitting a dazzling sword light.
Heaven and earth were engulfed in white, a blur passing.
The Purple Robe Old Monster’s lower body evaporated, and he roared:
“Venerate, save !”
The void quivered as a giant demonic hand reached out for the half-body of the Purple Robe Old Monster, attempting to carry him away.
First the weak, then the old, and now even older.
A True Monarch was no longer a pawn to be discarded lightly, especially for the underground-styled Heavenly Demon Sect.
Facing issues in disciple cultivation, they couldn’t afford to lose a True Monarch.
The demonic hand also moved to crush Xie Yunnan.
Mahayana Realm?!
Xie Yunnan felt a chilling fear, a fleeting thought crossing her mind:
“Cut him down.”
Am I really fighting soone in the Mahayana Realm?
The demonic hand enclosed, completely engulfing Xie Yunnan, followed by two blinding sword lights breaking through the demonic hand.
One was green, the other white.
The forr was a life-saving asure prepared by Broken Sword Mountain for her, and the latter was wielded by Xie Yunnan.
The Green Sword protected her front, while a flying sword soared from a thousand miles away, radiating across the heavens like the North Star, stirring endless clouds.
All the powerful onlookers extended their Divine Thoughts, their hearts filled with dread.
The Sword Master had intervened!
The second strongest of the Human Race, only beneath Qingcang Immortal.
Suddenly, as the various powerful beings focused on the Sword Master’s flying sword, daylight broke over the horizon, accompanied by a piercing wail.
“Ah!!!!”
Before Xie Yunnan, no longer were there demonic hands or the Purple Robe Old Monster, but instead, a void rift extending for hundreds of miles, exuding a sense of desolation.
A hundred-zhang tall demon corpse had its head cleaved open, sword light shimring from the wound, slowly erasing it.
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