Chapter 1243: Chapter 1242: Twenty-Eight Sha of the Yellow Springs Array, The True Mastermind
“What Principle do you want? I can give it to you,” Xu Zii replied.
White bones are inherently one of the more sinister forces, and though not afraid of fire, thunder is the purest, most unyielding elent of heaven and earth.
It is their nesis.
At this mont, the thunder rumbled to life, its ghostly blue radiance crackling like the Reaper himself, lighting up the eerie darkness with “pop, pop” explosions.
Sparks of violet lightning danced nacingly, sending shivers down the spine.
“Damn it, let out of here!” Within the Cage of Ten Thousand Thunders, the White Bone King howled in agony and cursed furiously.
Xu Zii paid no heed, snapping his fingers with indifference. Instantly, the lightning swallowed everything, extinguishing itself as the Thunder obliterated the White Bone King’s body entirely.
It was at this mont that the sound of rumbling footsteps surged forth.
The Rat King burst out of the cavern, leading a horde of skeletal minions. He carried a massive Wolf Fang Club upon his shoulder, its spikes jutting out ferociously, emanating an oppressive aura.
“Who’s the scoundrel stirring up trouble in my territory?” the Rat King’s careless yet brazen voice bellowed.
When he faced Xu Zii, his massive form lood over, like a giant rat towering over an ant, looking down with arrogant disdain.
“A re human dares trespass in my Chaotic Burial Valley?” The Rat King sneered coldly and, without another word, swung his colossal Wolf Fang Club downward at Xu Zii.
A deafening “boom” erupted, the sheer force of the blow shattering countless surrounding white bones from just the sound alone.
Blade clashed with club as one shockwave after another rippled outward in vehent waves.
The two figures parted swiftly, and the Rat King glanced at his club. A faint blade mark had appeared upon it.
“What a sharp blade,” the Rat King snorted disdainfully.
His eyes, round and bulging, flickered craftily as the wiry whiskers on the sides of his face quivered with a bristling tension. He hefted the Wolf Fang Club up again.
Xu Zii chuckled faintly. Though the Rat King possessed trendous strength, his lumbering, bloated body made every move sluggish and predictable.
Timing his opportunity, Xu Zii darted forward, slipping effortlessly past his hulking defense. Tyrant Shadow, afla with searing heat, plunged rcilessly into the Rat King’s rear.
A shattering cry of unparalleled agony pierced the heavens and reverberated across the entire White Bone Forest.
The Rat King leaped dozens of ters high and howled, “You sly brat, you played dirty!”
“All’s fair in war,” Xu Zii replied impassively.
With Tyrant Shadow raised high, another surge of Blade Qi erupted from his hand. A resounding “boom” followed as the Rat King was hurled violently into the air.
“Chaotic teor Club Technique!” The Rat King’s shrill cry ca from the void.
His Wolf Fang Club descended like a blazing teor streak, each motion infused with brilliant specks of starlight.
His attacks grew refined and precise, each swing of the giant club tracing an arc that scattered fiery explosions and shattered the ground below into countless gaping pits.
The sweeping club winds were impenetrable, tearing apart everything in their path. Xu Zii’s figure dodged backward with increasing speed.
Fixing his gaze, Xu Zii seized an opportunity amidst the ferocious assault. Tyrant Shadow lunged forward deftly, wedging itself between the spinning gaps of the Wolf Fang Club.
The weapon seed locked, its devastating montum halted abruptly. Without hesitation, Xu Zii drove Tyrant Shadow forward with relentless force.
A thunderous impact echoed as the blade pierced the Rat King’s chest with precision.
Thick green blood oozed from the wound, its stench steeped in decay. Yet, Tyrant Shadow remained unfazed, carving through the corrosive fluids with unrelenting ferocity.
“Perhaps it’s ti to try that technique, Eight-direction Heaven-splitting,” Xu Zii murmured.
Within him, a torrent of unparalleled Blade Intent surged violently.
From nowhere, the small knife once transford by Sage Lv materialized, plunging straight into the Rat King’s body with unmatched sharpness.
Unyielding and unstoppable.
The eruption of Blade Intent illuminated magnificently, unraveling itself from within the Rat King’s core. A radiant blade light so destructive it seed to cleave the heavens manifested without restraint.
The Rat King’s expression turned to stark terror, as though he grasped the impending doom, yet words failed him. Ti itself seed frozen.
Only boundless radiance and an uncontainable surge of Heaven-splitting Blade Light broke free, sweeping all in its relentless wake.
The entire White Bone Forest trembled. The light consud the woods, then extinguished as swiftly as it had erged.
By the ti the dust cleared, the Rat King had vanished without a trace. Only Xu Zii remained standing, solitary and indomitable.
As Xu Zii advanced step by step, it felt as though he tread the paths of death itself, his ominous presence weighing heavily upon the hearts of countless onlookers.
The horde of Little White Bone Demons scattered in chaotic retreat, trampling one another in sheer panic. Corpses piled upon corpses in the frenzied escape.
“And to think these creatures ruled the Chaotic Burial Valley,” Xu Zii remarked with slight puzzlent.
As if to counter his doubts, the heavy, oppressive atmosphere of the Chaotic Burial Valley shifted abruptly. Waves of malevolent wind began to surge.
The strange gust howled ferociously, carrying with it billowing leaves and gravel, shrouding the sky in sinister gloom.
It consud the earth entirely. Xu Zii’s black hair stread wildly in the turbulent winds.
However, the fleeing skeletal creatures appeared to have been targeted deliberately. Each was swept high into the air, indiscriminately seized.
Living bones and lifeless remains alike rged into a macabre whirlwind.
Black wind and white bones, accompanied by this wicked force, encircled Xu Zii tightly in a sinister storm.
“Command,” a majestic voice bood from an unknown source.
The space around them contorted and shifted.
“A Formation,” Xu Zii murmured softly.
Within the maelstrom of debris, white bone fragnts coalesced and assembled together.
“The Twenty-Eight Sha of the Yellow Springs Array,” the dark voice declared again.
The Evil Qi in the air began to manifest, its shape becoming distinct. The elusive waters of the Yellow Springs shimred faintly amidst the gale.
Occasional splashes resounded eerily beside his ears.
“Since you’ve dared tread into my Chaotic Burial Valley, why not taste the power of my Formation?” the voice mocked once more.
“A fine Formation, though ultimately…,” Xu Zii sighed and shook his head faintly.
In his left hand, the Heaven Expanse Astrolabe erged; in his right, the Traceless Compass.
In all the vastness of the world, there were few places they could not chart or traverse.
The Traceless Compass and Astrolabe hovered above, their rotations stirring a cosmic shift—a dazzling dance of constellations, Bagua, and Celestial Stems and Terrestrial Branches all moving in harmony.
Xu Zii stepped forward one deliberate pace at a ti.
To the average eye, his steps seed simple and ordinary. But to those proficient in Formation techniques, the profound intricacies of his movents were undeniable.
With each step, the rhythm of the array beneath shifted, yielding truths only accessible to a grandmaster of Formations.
Few Formation masters could replicate each movent with such flawless precision.
Stride by stride, Xu Zii entered deeply into the malignant gale. The Evil Qi surged toward him like gnashing fangs.
Yet, with each step he took, his body shifted effortlessly, narrowly evading each wave of peril.
No matter how lethal the Formation proved to be, Xu Zii remained composed. The Evil Qi could not touch him, nor could the Yellow Springs stain his robe.
The bones crumbled into nothingness as the twenty thoughts of sky-shaking Sha Qi revealed their positions. Xu Zii walked through it all as calmly as if strolling in a quiet courtyard.
Behind him, the roiling Evil Qi and Yellow Springs roared in fury and defiance.
Raising his gaze, Xu Zii saw several massive black trees ahead. Perched atop one, crows unfurled their wings, scattering feathered Black Feathers as their sinister gazes locked onto him.
“It’s been a while since I’ve encountered a power this formidable,” a crow spoke, its voice startling in its human fluency.
“Why not reveal your true self instead of speaking through a re vessel?” Xu Zii asked.
He saw through the facade—the crow was rely a puppet, a tool of the true mastermind lurking behind the scenes.
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