How could he not realize he had fallen into a trap?!
RUMBLE!
Above his head, the overwhelming might of the Earth Immortal continuously bore down, causing Yi Chen's body to tense up. His eyes turned bloodshot, laced with crimson veins.
He gritted his teeth and spat, "Such despicable tactics!"
Wang Xiu smiled. "You flatter . But compared to the thods Yi Xing used to slaughter the prodigies of my realm, this pales in comparison."
Yi Chen's voice was chilling. "Do you think that by directing and staging this little play, by claiming so so-called moral high ground, you can ensure the Sanqing Immortal Sect cos out unscathed? I guarantee that if that Earth Immortal up there dares to make a move, your Sanqing Immortal Sect will be annihilated, not sparing even the chickens and dogs!"
[DING!]
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Wang Xiu chuckled softly, then suddenly raised his voice. He gave a few ragged coughs, affecting a look of extre weakness. "Martial Uncle, wait! This man... I must kill him with my own hands, no matter the cost... I want to show this world, I want to tell the Nine Heavens! We disciples of the Sanqing are second to none! Cough, cough, cough..."
Despite the weakness in his voice, it was resounding and resolute, as unshakable as a mountain, causing the hearts of all who heard it to tremble.
As soon as he spoke, the crowd was stirred.
"What a man, this Wang Xiu!"
"The Sanqing Saint Heir... I'd never heard the title before, but I'll rember it from now on!"
"If this child survives, he is destined for greatness!"
Hearing Wang Xiu's words, Zhuo Canglang's face showed a look of conflicted hesitation.
After a long mont, he finally relented, and the celestial phenona filling the sky receded.
「In the small courtyard.」
Yi Chen felt the pressure weighing him down suddenly vanish, and he felt incomparably relieved. He looked at Wang Xiu in surprise, then a grin split his face. "Even though I wasn't the one who said it... you really are naive! That was your only chance to kill , and you gave it up with your own two hands!"
[DING!]
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Wang Xiu flicked his sleeve, his appearance returning to normal. "Is that so?" he said, his tone light and breezy.
Yi Chen didn't hesitate for a second.
He drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and aid—all in one seamless motion.
"I will show you that in the face of absolute power, all your sches are aningless! You lower realm ant, dying by my arrow is a blessing you've earned over ten lifetis!"
[DING!]
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As his voice fell, a dense, bloody light erupted from his arrowhead. It was like the Seven Killings Star plumting to earth as a terrifying killing intent flooded the entire courtyard, transforming into a vast ocean that crashed toward Wang Xiu.
The wind howled, making the crabapple tree in the courtyard dance. Petals fluttered down, landing on Wang Xiu's shoulders and hair as his white robes stirred gently. He stood there, his snow-white hair flowing in the wind, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty.
WHOOSH!
An unprecedentedly terrifying aura erupted from Wang Xiu. It was so vibrant with life that the weeds in the courtyard grew frantically and wildflowers blood all over the surrounding mountains. An unimaginably potent life force surged from him.
PING!
A spark flared to life before Wang Xiu. The arrow, having torn through the air, was stopped dead by a sword.
The Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword hung horizontally before him, its surface covered in dense runes. Its cold gleam flickered, and its ancient sword patterns glowed, emitting a heart-stopping aura.
The Sword Intent surged like a boundless ocean, instantly extinguishing the dense runes on the arrow. They dissolved into a cascade of sparks that sputtered out on the ground.
Yi Chen stared at Wang Xiu in utter shock. "You're not injured?" he cried out. "It was all an act?"
The aura radiating from Wang Xiu was simply too astonishing. It was nothing like that of an Ergence Stage cultivator. To Yi Chen, it felt like he was facing a boundless, unfathomable ocean. In Wang Xiu's presence, even he seed insignificant—like a speck of dust in the cosmos.
But I am the Ancient Ancestor of the Yi Clan, reborn into my second life! How can this be?
Wang Xiu didn't answer. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked as nonchalant as a young noble enjoying the flowers in his garden. He gave Yi Chen a casual glance.
That single glance felt like several massive mountains slamming down onto Yi Chen's shoulders. Countless fine cracks spiderwebbed across the ground beneath his feet.
His pupils shrank. Making a split-second decision, he spat a mouthful of his Essence Blood onto the bow. The great bow imdiately began to glow, pulsing with crimson light as ancient runes spread across its surface. It was as if a seal had been broken or shackles undone, unleashing an indescribable power.
Yi Chen's figure seed to grow taller and straighter. A ferocious and terrifying Crimson Dragon materialized behind him, looking as if it had just clawed its way out of a Blood Sea.
HUM! HUM! HUM!
The very air trembled. Before the arrow was even loosed, its power threatened to grind the world to dust. It was terrifying to the extre.
Wang Xiu remained calm. The hand behind his back pinched a fallen petal. "I'll wager... your arrow isn't faster than I am."
The mont he finished speaking, the petal left his hand.
It shot forward like a teor, moving at an unimaginable speed as it tore through the void and vanished from sight.
Yi Chen froze for a fraction of a second, with no ti to react.
He felt a sharp, violent pain at the back of his head, as if he had been struck by a star. His vision went black, his entire aura scattered, and he collapsed to the ground instantly.
"What... what is this sorcery?" Yi Chen stamred from the ground, still defiant. He asked the question just before he lost consciousness completely.
Wang Xiu looked down at him, casually weighing another petal in his hand. He muttered to himself, "The Palm-Flying Star Technique... It's quite useful."
After speaking, he cracked his neck. He then picked up the Asura Heaven Punishnt Sword and cleanly severed Yi Chen's head.
Just as he was about to leave the courtyard, he glanced down at his pristine white robes and paused.
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