"Gong Ziyu?!"
ng Wuchang wrapped a chain around the trunk of a nearby tree, forcefully halting his movent, and looked toward the figure that appeared not far away.
He hadn’t expected that Gong Ziyu would dare to show himself.
"You’re seeking your own death!!"
After the initial shock, what followed was ecstasy. ng Wuchang was not injured at the ti and was at the peak of his strength. The appearance of Gong Ziyu was like courting death.
The chain, losing its previous agility, gathered the force of a thousand weights. In ng Wuchang’s hands, it drew a shadowy trail and swept across with the montum of thundering weights.
"Clang—"
The chain tore through the air, making a roaring sound as it flashed across Gong Ziyu’s waist, brutally bisecting him.
The severed body fell from the sky, with organs spilling out from the waist.
This was not an afterimage, but a real, tangible body, forcefully sliced in two by the mighty sweep of the chain.
"Dead?"
ng Wuchang had not anticipated that Gong Ziyu would die so easily by his hand. Was everything before just like a dream? That scheming Gong Ziyu, who made think of retreating, died so simply?
"No, that’s not right!"
If Gong Ziyu had died so easily, it would be a joke. Zhenwu Sect, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and our Six Gates, everyone was eager to kill Gong Ziyu, yet he was still alive until now.
Dragon Tiger Mountain dispatched Divinity Realm’s Zhang Yuanlu and True Pill Realm’s Zhang Yuanfeng, combining forces with Fate Altar’s Qiao Baixuan to locate Gong Ziyu. What was the result of such formidable opposition?
Zhang Yuanlu was dead, Zhang Yuanfeng was crippled, and though it was bad luck to be killed by the Great Zen Temple, it still couldn’t hide that they were after Gong Ziyu at the origin.
A sudden alarm shot through ng Wuchang’s heart, and a strong sense of dread surged within him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He turned his head sharply, only to see a massive ball of Infinite Primordial Qi boiling in midair. Within the woodland, under the operation of the Array Formations situated in various places, it ford a massive Primordial Qi Ball in the sky.
In this woodland, there were a total of sixty-four sets of the Circulation Eight Extres Formation, with five hundred and twelve formators. All of them had pushed their True Qi to the limit using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, continuously gathering Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.
ng Wuchang thought they were rely a group of human bombs filled with Primordial Energy, rushing to die with him, but their actions were actually to regulate the Primordial Energy of the entire woodland, concentrating it into one.
"Boom—"
"Boom—"
"Boom—"
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Within the woodland, the sounds of self-destruction were unceasing. When the Circulation Eight Extres Formation was pushed to the limit, it was ti for the formators to self-destruct.
After all, they were hastily trained practitioners of the Circulating Eight Forces, with mixed and impure Power, and stimulated to a sudden surge in True Qi using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, their bodies naturally could not withstand it.
The mist of blood from the five hundred and twelve people scattered and floated around the woodland, dyeing the greenery red and perating the wilderness.
Seeing this, ng Wuchang felt an indescribable chill in his heart. In this warm April, under the bright sunshine, ng Wuchang, a man in the Fake True Pill Realm, felt a bone-chilling coldness.
Run, quickly run, must escape!
ng Wuchang roared in his mind, as the chain spun around him continuously, sweeping away any obstacle in his path. He was like a hurricane moving through the woodland, carving out a straight clear path.
As long as he escaped this area, the Primordial Qi Ball, with no one to control it, would explode and only cause him to suffer the aftermath.
This residue was not a big problem for ng Wuchang.
The current issue was that no one was in control.
In the sky, a figure suddenly leapt up and arrived in front of the ever-expanding Primordial Qi Ball.
"Ten Thousand Paths,"
"Circulation of the Six Voids, thod of All Things."
The "Ten Thousand Paths," which encompasses control over myriad paths, combined with the "Circulation of the Six Voids Technique," originating from the sa source as the Primordial Qi Ball. Qingyu’s True Energy made contact with the ball, causing its internally chaotic Circulating Eight Forces to continuously revolve in a patterned cycle.
"Heavenly Endless Treasure."
Qing Yu let out a muffled growl, and the major acupoints emitting the Circulating Eight Forces began to uncontrollably ooze fresh blood.
Five hundred and twelve people, sixty-four Circulation Eight Extres Formations—although each person was only at the Innate Realm, they had hastily achieved their current level through the Absorption Technique, and with the boost from Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, their True Energy had reached the Divine Origin Realm.
Such a massive quantity of Circulating Eight Forces, plus the mobilized Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, to manage this was truly beyond Qing Yu’s capabilities.
But fortunately...
Although difficult, he had not miscalculated.
This gathering of the energy of five hundred and twelve people, plus Qing Yu’s own True Energy—the Heavenly Endless Treasure was eventually successful.
Since it was successful, ng Wuchang was bound to be in trouble.
Qing Yu’s gaze swept across, locking onto that figure fleeing through the mountains and forests, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I wonder who is on the path to their own demise?"
If ng Wuchang had not hesitated, he would have already fled the mountain forest, his whereabouts unknown. Upon seeing Gong Ziyu, he couldn’t restrain the flas of hatred in his heart, and a decoy had stopped him in his tracks.
"It’s a pity that Divine Catcher ng, unpredictable as he is, is also inevitably subject to direct judgnt in the face of crisis," Qing Yu touched the bronze mask on his face.
Just because you wear a bronze mask doesn’t an you beco Gong Ziyu.
"Fall."
With a push of his palms, the Heavenly Endless Treasure streaked across the sky like a cot toward ng Wuchang, who was in full flight.
Its massive form during flight generated a powerful wind pressure, resembling a real Outer Heavenly teor. Before it landed, the overwhelming wind pressure had already forced everything nearby to the ground.
ng Wuchang, of course, would not be pressed to the ground, but the strong wind pressure still greatly restricted his speed, compelling him to turn back and clash with the Heavenly Endless Treasure.
"Boom—"
That sound was imnsely loud, and the powerful shockwave ford a small mushroom cloud. The oncoming blast swept up Qing Yu, who was descending, and thrust him into the air.
Qing Yu had to constantly adjust his posture in mid-air with "Circulating Wind Force," barely avoiding being blown away to who knows where.
By the ti the unprecedented montum of the Heavenly Endless Treasure started to wane, Qing Yu hurriedly leapt up, heading toward the landing spot of the Heavenly Endless Treasure.
After all, during the last explosion at Cloud Peak base, the massive explosion from so much gunpowder, combined with the landslide, had allowed ng Wuchang to escape death. Qing Yu felt it was better to be safe than sorry this ti.
The not-so-distant gap vanished in an instant. Qing Yu dashed across the forest strewn with fallen trees like a whirlwind, headed towards ng Wuchang’s last known location.
"Hmm?"
Qing Yu suddenly twisted in the air, catching a piece of dark iron.
The massive kinetic energy carried by the iron fragnt required Qing Yu to use "Qiankun Great Shifting" to dissipate the force, just so he wouldn’t lose his grasp on it.
"A bad premonition."
Just by the shape of this iron fragnt, one could tell it was part of so oval-shaped item, which must have been quite large—at least large enough to hide a curled-up adult.
"ng Wuchang should still be alive."
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