"Boom —"
Thunder and lightning intertwined, making all things in heaven and earth lose their color under this unrivaled storm.
The Soldier Souls howling in the wind were harshly suppressed under this force of nature. Lightning flashed, and blue smoke rose from the Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor. Who knows how many Yin Souls were obliterated under this great thunderstorm.
"Hidden Mirror Man!"
Luo Feng roared angrily, forcing his way through the thunderstorm, the green fla on his Big Spear burning even more fiercely, as Yin Souls from the battle armor threw themselves into the green fla to boost its power.
Enemies were in front, and both Luo Feng and the Soldier Souls could no longer care about anything else; they just wanted to kill this Hidden Mirror Man and extract his Primordial Spirit into the Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor to subject him to eternal tornt.
"Ghost God in a World of Chaos."
Ten Thousand Ghosts roared, and Yin Qi and evil spirits actually pushed the thunderstorm away. Luo Feng swung his Big Spear, seeming like a Ghost God reborn from hell to the mortal world, causing chaos in heaven and earth.
"Haha, good, Daqian War God lives up to his na," Qing Yu laughed long, "But this alone will not claim my life."
The Great Evil King pointed diagonally at the sky, the vast evil energy drew the thunderstorm to the Evil Blade, yet Qing Yu forcibly controlled this fierce thunder power.
In an instant, the blazing electric light enveloped the Great Evil King, turning the somber blade bright white.
"Heavenly Thunder Guiding My Blade."
The Heavenly Thunder Guiding My Sword from the Xuanyin Twelve Swords was skillfully adapted by Qing Yu, used atop the Great Evil King. The thunderstorm pervading the Heavenly Vault was fully attracted by the rampant evil energy, absorbed into the fierce blade.
Then...
Slash.
The thunderstorm Evil Blade fiercely t the Ghost God's spear, the instantaneous clash exploded with a heart-stopping roar, the power of this conflict caused the earth to quake, raising clouds of dust.
"Boom, boom, boom —"
Each step sunk three inches into the ground as Luo Feng swiftly retreated nurous steps, threads of blood seeped from the gaps in his pitch-black armor.
Too strong.
Luo Feng pondered how after refining the Ghost Emperor's Energy, his strength was nearly unmatched below the Supre level. Previously in Kartim, the bizarre demon he encountered had also slaughtered a whole city, summoning tens of thousands of Demon Souls before forcing him and King Qin Guang to flee.
But now, facing this Hidden Mirror Man, without the aid of tens of thousands of Demon Souls, he, Luo Feng, was still suppressed thoroughly, even the Great Success of his Hundred Battle Remnant Body couldn't withstand that strike, leaving him covered in blood.
He did not know that Qing Yu, with only half his body, could already fight him evenly, let alone with the other half aiding from afar, his power more than doubled.
Luo Feng's defeat was thus predictable.
"King Pingdeng..." Nangong Jue saw Luo Feng at a disadvantage and wanted to wield his blade in support.
However, he forgot that nearby was also a Kong Xuankong.
"Oh, this little brother, you wield a blade too? How about joining Old Kong for a little fun?"
Kong Xuankong maintained his cheeky tone, the hovering black blade light prevented Nangong Jue from advancing.
"Xin, Beitang, you go."
Both Dongfang Hanchao and Nangong Ling were impeded by giants, unable to assist, leaving Xin Xifeng and Beitang Wen to lend aid.
However, Lin Lingshan, though wounded, still possessed considerable strength, forcibly holding back Beitang Wen, leaving only Xin Xifeng to seek an opportunity to break through.
"Another one coming to die?"
In the lingering Thunder Light, a dark golden figure strode forward wielding a blade, the murderous aura made the approaching Xin Xifeng pause.
"Another companion at the grave, the Netherworld road won't be lonely, right, Luo Shenhou."
The low chuckling words were filled with mocking malice, Qing Yu's gaze swept towards Xin Xifeng, locking eyes with him.
Xin Xifeng felt his mind go blank for an instant, when he recovered, the surroundings were unchanged, even the bloody scent from earlier lingered, but besides himself and the Hidden Mirror Man, no other figures could be seen.
Dark Ice and Fire Seven Heavens·Boundaryless Space.
It lured opponents into a world of void illusion, engaging in ntal combat. During this period, neither's physical form could grasp their spirit, at most relying on instinctive passive defense.
However, Qing Yu, with three souls, wasn't worried about his body being out of control. One soul battled Xin Xifeng in the Boundaryless Space, another transmitted power in seclusion at Zhenwu Sect, and the remaining soul controlled the body, continuing the unfinished battle with Luo Feng.
"Ninth Tribulation·Floating Life."
Figures seemingly real and unreal continuously erged from the Great Evil King, endless and innurable, covering the sky and land...
rchants, scholars, strong generals and fierce soldiers...
Different attires but identical expressions of resentnt.
Hatred, endless hatred, hatred of the heavens, the earth, enemies, and oneself, hatred without bounds.
Tearing apart the veil of hypocrisy, it laid bare the most primal, savage, and ugliest side of one's heart. Living in this world, there are bound to be grievances. This slash was a release of worldly resentnt and hatred.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Chorused cries of "kill" erupted from countless figures, whether urgent or fierce, the shadow of the people's hatred carried imnse malice, charging at Luo Feng under Qing Yu's guidance.
Luo Feng felt the Ghost God Prison he had opened brutally torn apart, followed by sword force seeking to dismber him.
"Ding, ding, ding —"
Under this slash, the Ten Thousand Soul Battle Armor slowly broke, the speed gradual yet undeniable. The Solider and Yin Souls attached were also struck, their souls shattered. Just as Qing Yu said, the dead under this blade dare not act rashly!
But Luo Feng refused to submit, and Nangong Jue wouldn't let him die.
"Roar —"
The Dharma Image of the Hell King rose from within, the essence blood within fiercely igniting, dyeing the battle armor crimson.
anwhile, Nangong Jue endured a strike from Kong Xuankong, with blood splattering as he charged onto the battlefield, the Sin Mirror Slaughter reflecting the shadows of the world's grievances, a Mirror of Sin Platform materialized in the sky, unleashing boundless blade light to slay the phantoms.
"Ding, ding, ding..."
The sound of blades endlessly echoed, countless Blade Energy shredding everything around into pieces. Most miserably was Xin Xifeng, this Dharma King's spirit was trapped in Boundaryless Space until his battered body forcefully escaped from the instinct to survive, releasing a pitiful scream.
Finally, the Mirror of Sin Platform shattered, transforming into scattered Blade Energy that flew in all directions, dissipating alongside Floating Life.
With the Blade Energy dispersed, the site was in disarray, endless blade marks covered the land, and the air occasionally sparked with fleeting Blade Energy flashes.
Qing Yu's right sleeve was torn with a long seam, leaving a slender blade wound on his arm. He watched the quickly healing wound and praised, "Not bad."
However, his opponent couldn't be as carefree. Luo Feng's armor shattered, with only a few fragnts clinging to him, the Hundred Battle Remnant Body broken, his body marred by deep and nurous blade wounds that laid bare the bone.
Nangong Jue's injuries weren't deep, aside from the shoulder wound from Kong Xuankong, most injuries focused on his arm.
The right hand wielding the blade was drenched in blood, trailing down the hilt, marking the mirror-like blade with streaks of crimson.
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