Su Jie imdiately put away the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and the thousand-hand centipede carried him and Han Ruyan away from the place at high speed.
Minutes later, as everything cald down, Zhao Junde was half-kneeling on the ground, his appearance utterly disheveled, his hair wild, blood streaming from all seven orifices, his Primordial Spirit covered in cracks as if it were a piece of porcelain about to shatter.
Had it not been for the Evil Suppression Gold Seal above his head, his state would have been far more miserable.
This was the peril of a soul attack; even Zhao Junde, who was a whole major cultivation realm higher than Su Jie, had suffered severe damage to his Primordial Spirit and had been out of commission for several minutes after Su Jie fiercely struck him with his Dharma Form.
When Zhao Junde had recovered and wanted to search for Su Jie's figure, there was no trace of him to be found.
"Su Jie—I swear I won't rest until I have avenged this, "
Zhao Junde roared in rage towards the sky, wishing he could capture Su Jie and flay him alive.
"You won't have the chance to take revenge with your own hands."
Suddenly, an indifferent voice as cold as snow sounded behind Zhao Junde.
"Who's there? "
Zhao Junde, pale with shock, turned his head only to see a cold, detached woman standing behind him.
"You're the disciple of the enemy I have to kill, so you're also an enemy. When dealing with enemies, one must eradicate them root and stem."
Ning Yunying reached out with one hand and, under Zhao Junde's incredulous gaze, directly seized the Evil Suppression Gold Seal, playing with it in her hand. No matter how much it radiated golden light, it couldn't escape from her grasp.
The Evil Suppression Gold Seal that had given Su Jie such a headache now lay powerless in Ning Yunying's hand.
Then Ning Yunying swung the Evil Suppression Gold Seal as if it were a brick and smashed it down.
Boom!
Zhao Junde's upper body exploded into pieces, leaving only his two legs standing in place.
Whoosh!
A streak of light burst out of his shattered body and fled rapidly away; it was indeed Zhao Junde's Primordial Spirit.
"Taoist Platform Realm Fifth Layer, you're actually of the Taoist Platform Realm Fifth Layer in cultivation."
The face of Zhao Junde's Primordial Spirit was full of terror at this mont; he couldn't comprehend how this woman had cultivated to such an extent, reaching the Fifth Layer of the Taoist Platform Realm at such a young age, with her combat abilities far surpassing that level.
Because no Cultivator of the Fifth Level of the Taoist Platform Realm could possibly catch his Evil Suppression Gold Seal single-handedly, only soone with strength far surpassing his could accomplish this with such brute force.
"After returning, I must report to the Sect Leader, so that he..."
Zhao Junde was desperately holding on to a breath of life in his heart, only wishing to flee from this terrifying female devil.
His Primordial Spirit could survive for a week, enough ti for him to return to Guan Chao Pavilion where, with the use of secret techniques, there was a chance for him to survive. Although such Magic Skills were quite of the Demon Path, to stay alive, he could no longer care so much.
While Zhao Junde was still contemplating his future, Ning Yunying had no intention of letting him go.
Without so much as a glance at the escaping him, Ning Yunying calmly ford a spell with her hands: "Dharma Form—Gluttony!"
The void vibrated, and the Tao River opened up as if a terror from a long slumber had awoken.
A grueso head and horns erged from the void; its body bizarre and complicated, imnsely vast like a floating island, with a massive and ferocious beast's head, limbs ending in trendous claws, bulging eyes like burning fireballs radiating intense light.
Its mouth corners curled upwards, opening slightly to reveal an unfathomably dark abyss as if leading to endless depths.
Upon its appearance, the forest beneath, the soil, rocks, and small creatures began to be erased bit by bit as if consud by so invisible being.
Zhao Junde found himself uncontrollably flying towards this grotesque behemoth, his body erasing piece by piece in the process, as if it were being wiped away by an eraser out of this space.
"You... You are a Yang... "
Zhao Junde's Primordial Spirit was utterly powerless to resist, only capable of letting out a cry of horror. He could never have imagined that he would encounter a Yang God here, this extrely high realm of the soul.
Yang Gods are exceedingly firm and positive beings, immune to all evil, majestic as the sun reigning over the heavens, drawing in all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, living for a thousand years.
They can cause the sun and the moon to deviate from their paths, and the stars to lose their positions.
They can cause the Yang Qi to overflow, leading to floods, and all things lose their vitality.
A Yang God of the Taoist Platform Realm capable of refining their Primordial Spirit to such levels and effortlessly employing Dharma Form to attack; compared to such an entity, Zhao Junde, even with the Evil Suppression Gold Seal, was not on the sa level at all, and could be easily suppressed and crushed by hand.
Splat!
Before Zhao Junde could finish his last words, his entire Primordial Spirit disappeared into the abyss-like maw of the Dharma Form.
A once formidable Cultivator of the Taoist Platform Realm thus perished in the Naless Mountain Range.
As though she had done sothing trivial, Ning Yunying looked toward the direction Su Jie had left, waved her hand to disperse the Dharma Form, and then turned to leave coolly.
Reviews
All reviews (0)