488 is worthless
In an instant, lightning filled the air, and the Small Knife was charred into a lump, turning into charcoal.
"Haha!"
The elder laughed loudly as if seeing a lucrative reward.
The opponent was not weak; daring to co here was definitely not weak.
But after all, he was a beginner; at the mont of his split consciousness in this special Little World, he lost the upper hand, couldn't show his thods in ti, and died.
This was no ordinary move; the Nine-Thunder Primordial Shield Battle Array had once besieged over a hundred Sixth Realm cultivators, killing them all without letting one escape.
It had also slain Seventh Realm experts before.
The power was not weak at all compared to the Unrivaled Six Realms.
Now, having seized the initiative, not only was he killed, but the opponent's unrealized techniques will beco part of his own foundation.
Crackling sounds!
The charcoal suddenly moved, the charred tissue falling off the surface, revealing new skin that was sowhat pale.
"Careless! This one strike consud more than half of my energy. A normal Unrivaled Martial Artist of the Sixth Realm, if it happens again, would truly die; no cell would escape." Small Knife sighed, the Undying Body that withstood this was indeed laborious.
But it was ineffective against him.
Personal Space had already sent Spirit Liquid into his body, so Small Knife was completely restored at this point, consuming as much as three Spirits worth of Spirit Liquid.
"Ah!" The elder found out.
Small Knife's epidermis shattered, but he moved first, leading to the rupture.
When the newborn skin was exposed, he had already dashed out of the shield array.
The Unrivaled Martial Artist had no ability for long-range attack.
Well, should say the long-range attack's power is extrely weak, only enough to bully the kids.
Only an Unrivaled Martial Artist in close quarters can be unrivaled.
Apart from unbeatable attack and defense, his speed was also fast to the utmost.
The elder had only just sighed in relief, reacting in the first mont, yet was still approached by Small Knife.
But he was experienced; with a thought, the hairpin on his hair top.
The jade pendant on his waist, and shoes underfoot simultaneously burst with light.
There were three Sixth Realm Spiritual Artifacts, visible as his strong foundation in participating in such a life-or-death duel.
The hairpin's burst of light directly shot out thirteen needle-like beams towards Small Knife's face.
The jade pendant emitted protective radiance.
A flash of green light from the shoes made the elder's figure swiftly blur; it was an Instant Teleportation within a hundred miles, an escape weapon whose value was more precious than ordinary Seventh Realm Spiritual Artifacts.
However, Small Knife was too fast.
As the body was truly dissolving, Small Knife's left fist hit.
Bang, the protective radiance from the jade pendant scattered.
Still blocked.
The elder shifted his thoughts.
Bang!
The right fist hit his head, directly blasting open.
Then.
The elder disappeared, a headless corpse appeared a hundred miles away.
A hundred miles, for this level, was not far at all.
Small Knife pursued at full speed.
Within a few breaths, he already saw the headless elder.
His wound's flesh wriggled as if it were a living creature.
This is the typical Undying Body.
The Undying Body divides into sections, capable of recovery.
The Undying Body rely follows the corpse; as long as there is a part, even if it's a single finger, it can recover.
The elder should have already recovered.
But the reality was.
Flesh twisted on the neck, and the head couldn't regenerate.
Quite simply, this was Small Knife's punch with Martial Dao Will, adhered to the wound.
This is the terror of the Unrivaled Martial Artist.
The Undying Body also has levels; this elder was clearly high-level.
Yet couldn't recover.
More frightening was, when the Martial Arts Consciousness hit the head, he did not realize the gravity; the Divine Soul did not leave the body, invaded by Martial Dao Will, causing montary thought chaos.
This ans a Sixth Realm Divine Soul, had it been a Fifth Realm Nascent Soul, would be instantly corrupted and collapsed upon impact by Martial Dao Will.
Although his neck's pendant carried clear light, another Mind-Clearing Assistance artifact allowed recovery within a few breaths.
But now.
Small Knife stepped forward, grabbed his corpse, forcefully storing it in Personal Space.
As the corpse was stored, the surrounding space shook.
Small Knife vanished and appeared inside Immortal City.
At the array base where he left.
"Good, good! Five Elents Sword Control Sect has produced such a promising seedling," a delighted voice sounded.
Then no sound followed.
Crackle crackle.
Nine oscillating shields appeared out of thin air in front of Small Knife, visibly restrained.
Undoubtedly, this was Small Knife's spoil.
Nine Sixth Realm Spiritual Artifacts, mainly in a set; this was the elder's Lifebound Treasure.
The value of this thing was naturally not low.
Unfortunately, being a Lifebound Treasure, changing owners, its value was halved at least.
Not considered unfortunate.
Because the elder was not dead.
Inside Personal Space, there are ways to discipline.
"Many ans still to be displayed, it seems the Sixth Realm cannot let exhibit full strength anymore," Small Knife contemplated.
Less than half a day, sound rang, resolved the trouble, ventured again.
As for the result, Small Knife's identity still could not obtain details.
Even the dispatched elder scouted, little intel harvested, knowing there were wins and losses; a loss here ant outlay on toll.
Altogether five contests, Immortal Level had no life-or-death duels.
But Great Success cultivators were close to Immortal.
Of course, these are just rumors.
Life returned to calm; Small Knife seized Personal Space, focused on his Great World, analyzing, deducing.
As if possessing endless mysteries, always offering small surprises.
A Great World made of countless rules, like a precision machine, Divine Soul integrated within, each mont yielded insights.
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