"Vajra Talisman!" Song Zidong shouted.
CLANG!
Golden radiance burst forth!
The Vajra Talisman displayed its might, blocking the attack, but Song Zidong was still sent flying backward.
"Monster!"
Song Zidong’s expression was one of terror. Blood surged, and fresh blood spilled from his mouth.
"Your senior brother has run off, yet you have the guts to stay," Wen Zhixing said, suddenly glancing behind Song Zidong with a chuckle.
"Run off?"
Song Zidong was startled. Turning his head, he saw that She Zhihong had already dashed far away.
"She..."
His eyes suddenly widened.
I’m fighting for my life, and you damn coward ran away?
"Junior Brother, hold on for a while! With your talismans, he can’t kill you—he doesn’t seem able to fly!" She Zhihong’s figure flickered as he continuously ford hand seals.
He had noticed this problem right away.
Thus, he had always stayed on the periphery of the battlefield.
"Can’t fly?"
A surge of joy filled Song Zidong upon hearing this, and he imdiately shot upwards.
That seems true.
Wen Zhixing had remained stationary since the beginning.
A Qi Movent Realm cultivator, indeed, should not be able to fly.
Wen Zhixing looked up; the distance was now truly beyond his attack range.
"This is indeed a bit troubleso."
With a sigh, Spiritual Power gathered under his feet, forming steps, and then he ascended into the void, walking on air.
"You!"
Song Zidong gaped, astounded. What kind of freak is this?
To gather Spiritual Qi into solid form, how pure must that Spiritual Qi be?
"Die! Thunder Explosion Talisman!"
Filled with fear, Song Zidong flipped his wrist and took out his trump card talisman.
The sound of thunderous explosions echoed repeatedly as several golden bolts of lightning, as thick as wrists, struck down.
Wen Zhixing watched coldly, making no attempt to dodge.
BOOM!
Thunder roared, exploding around him and creating a dense network of lightning that enveloped his body.
CRACKLE.
Wen Zhixing’s upper garnt was torn apart, revealing his robust upper body.
His muscles bulged, and veins popped out like writhing dragons, looking as if they might explode at any mont.
The attack from the Thunder Explosion Talisman didn’t stop his advance.
Moreover, with each step he took, his aura grew stronger.
Faintly, the falling lightning seed to transform into a divine and majestic golden dragon, coiling around him! Dragon-like Montum.
"You..."
Song Zidong’s pupils constricted, his eyes filled with shock.
To withstand the Thunder Explosion Talisman head-on, is he even human?
As Wen Zhixing walked, he assessed the impact. He hadn’t realized just how strong he’d beco until this clash. So, I’m already this powerful, huh? He then smiled and said, "That’s not how you use thunder techniques."
He extended his left hand, and a terrifying Palm Thunder began to coalesce in his palm.
Electric arcs flickered, like golden serpents slithering.
"Thunder techniques... you..."
Song Zidong was utterly dumbfounded.
A Qi Movent Realm cultivator using thunder techniques?
For a mont, he was stunned by the imposing aura and stood there, rooted to the spot.
By the ti he ca to his senses, Wen Zhixing had already appeared before him.
His body trembled. He looked up with a sycophantic smile and said, "Junior Brother Wen... I... I was really... forced..."
"I know, it hasn’t been easy for you." Wen Zhixing nodded upon hearing this, then smiled and said, "Please, be on your way."
BOOM!
The Palm Thunder erupted. The Vajra Talisman instantly shattered into countless pieces.
At the sa ti, Wen Zhixing threw a ferocious punch.
A muffled thud was heard.
Song Zidong’s head exploded like a firework, his body instantly losing all strength and crashing heavily to the ground.
Expressionless, Wen Zhixing turned his head and looked toward She Zhihong, who had already fled into the distance.
"Only you left."
She Zhihong’s face was ghastly. He quickened the casting of his incantations and suddenly threw out a set of array flags.
"Dungeon-binding Array!"
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!
Eight array flags emitted an endless brilliance, rapidly embedding themselves in the surrounding area.
"Array flags?"
Wen Zhixing frowned.
An irresistible confining force imdiately enveloped him, rendering him immobile.
Seeing this, She Zhihong finally showed a trace of joy on his face and coldly shouted, "Die!"
A long saber appeared in his hand, which he suddenly slashed downwards.
This, too, was a Spiritual Instrunt!
In mid-air, several streaks of black light, like bolts of silk, suddenly flashed across!
WHOOSH!
The sound of sothing tearing through the air rapidly approached!
Seeing that his opponent’s murderous intent was set, Wen Zhixing remained motionless, as if completely controlled.
Success.
The corners of She Zhihong’s mouth curled up. Although there had been twists and turns, in the end, he had won.
BUZZ!
Just then, a golden light appeared on Wen Zhixing’s chest.
It was a talisman emitting a strong sword intent.
CLANG!
Sword winds clashed!
Golden sword light swirled around Wen Zhixing, firmly protecting him within!
"Protection Sword Talisman!"
She Zhihong’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
How could Wen Zhixing possess a Protection Sword Talisman!
But at this mont, the arrow was already nocked; he had no choice but to follow through!
"It’s all or nothing!"
She Zhihong gritted his teeth and charged directly from a distance. Wen Zhixing was immobile; this was his only chance to kill him.
CLANG!
Saber and sword collided, erupting in dazzling sparks!
She Zhihong’s expression changed instantly. His arm went numb, and he was forced back, step by step.
How can this be...
This Protection Sword Talisman was even stronger than he had imagined.
The next second, She Zhihong’s wrist throbbed with pain.
SPLASH!
He looked down at his right wrist and saw it was bleeding profusely.
A golden sword wind had pierced through it, punching a hole in his wrist.
At the sa ti, the Dungeon-binding Array was also broken by this sword wind.
I’ve failed!
She Zhihong’s face showed panic. He imdiately turned and fled without any hesitation.
His speed was incredibly fast. With the enhancent of Spiritual Qi, he appeared in the distant sky do after just a few flashes.
"Did I say you could leave?"
However, Wen Zhixing’s slightly cold voice ca from behind him.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
The sound of tearing air rang out.
Behind him, sword light howled and crisscrossed!
Several sword winds pierced the darkness, sweeping towards him.
She Zhihong turned pale with fright and hurriedly dodged.
Two of the sword winds grazed his shoulders as they passed.
"Mind Capturing Skill!" Wen Zhixing’s eyes narrowed, and he let out a sharp cry.
Instantly, a wave of Divine Soul Force spread out from him. She Zhihong’s eyes lost focus, and his movents faltered.
SLASH!
She Zhihong let out a muffled grunt as a sword wind pierced through his chest.
In that instant, blood splattered everywhere.
She Zhihong spat out blood, his face deathly pale, and his entire body plumted downwards like a falling star.
BOOM!
His lifeless body crashed to the ground, kicking up dust, dead and unaware.
Wen Zhixing tore the talisman from his chest.
He had activated this talisman right from the start. If he’d known his opponent was so weak, he naturally wouldn’t have wasted it.
The next mont, Wen Zhixing flashed to She Zhihong’s side.
She Zhihong was lying on the ground, powerless. Seeing the figure before him, his face filled with utter despair.
"Spare... . I... I can... be your dog," She Zhihong stamred, his body limp, yet he still struggled to push himself up.
"No need. I don’t like lickspittles."
Wen Zhixing held the Sword Pill, ready to strike.
SPLASH!
A blade pierced flesh. She Zhihong’s body shook violently. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and cry out in grief, "The heavens are unjust! My life is over!"
However, after waiting for two seconds, he realized sothing seed wrong. Nothing happened?
She Zhihong focused his gaze and saw that the blood-red sword was a re centiter from his brow.
But Wen Zhixing, standing before him, was frozen in place, completely still.
A short blade had pierced straight through him from his back.
"Junior Brother Wen, you must die! You absolutely must die!" Zhang Tiancheng, who had appeared at so unknown point, was continuously muttering in a low growl.
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