An awe-inspiring, chilling Sword Intent emanating evil locked onto and enveloped Jiang Dali’s body.
The Heavenly Fury Sword, stuck in the ground, unleashed a bloody aura, as if ready to shoot out at any mont to kill.
The Divine Weapon has spirit, protecting its master independently, which explains why Noble Consort Wang couldn’t kill Zhu Yunwen despite her severe injuries.
But just a spirit-driven Divine Weapon without control is no match to stop Jiang Dali.
Jiang Dali stepped forward.
Instantly, the Heavenly Fury transford into a dazzling bright ribbon aiming for a kill, with Sword Qi splitting toward his forehead, the sharp Sword Qi causing a sting on the skin.
Jiang Dali didn’t even glance at it, extending his middle finger, flicking it, hitting the sword’s edge.
"Ding," the sound reverberated through the entire space, and the Heavenly Fury was instantly flicked away, only to swiftly transform into an electric-like sword light slicing towards Jiang Dali, the incomparably sharp Sword Qi swirling like a gust of wind.
Jiang Dali snorted coldly, forming his palm into a blade, his skin turning a pale gold, chopping fiercely, as powerful energy surged violently, awe-inspiring in montum.
A resounding crash!
The Heavenly Fury was directly struck on its side by this palm blade, not even having ti to rebound, an imnse force erupted from Jiang Dali’s palm, a massive suction directly absorbing the Heavenly Fury into his hand, struggling like a fish out of water.
"Still not behaving!"
Jiang Dali aid at the sword body and punched it hard with two fists, hamring it like a forge, and the Heavenly Fury resonated with tallic clangs, sparks flying, the entire sword gleaming continuously, rapidly becoming contained, finally letting out an anguished cry and ceased vibrating.
Jiang Dali was instantly smug; this very humane way of subduing the Divine Weapon he had long mastered.
He imdiately snorted and knocked the Heavenly Fury Sword with his Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber, "You’re stiff! You’re a sword, not a cheap trick! Don’t act cheap facing Laozi or get smacked! Otherwise, I’ll have your big brother step in."
With that said, it’s unclear whether the Heavenly Fury was cowed by the Fire Qilin’s intimidation, it remained still.
Jiang Dali carefully observed the Heavenly Fury Sword, thinking of Zhu Wushi who once fused completely with this sword, then looked at the unconscious Zhu Yunwen on the ground, pondering, suddenly slapped his head.
"Actually forgot to ask about Zhu Wushi..."
"But Noble Consort Wang’s information was already very detailed. If Zhu Wushi truly isn’t dead, the other party wouldn’t have hidden it, or at such a level, might not know such matters?"
Jiang Dali’s eyes flickered, casually combining and storing the Heavenly Fury Sword and Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber, then walked over and grabbed Zhu Yunwen with his large hand, shaking him violently like a straw, forcibly waking him.
"Support...Support King..."
Zhu Yunwen’s eyelids fluttered, dizzily waking up, seeing Jiang Dali’s cold face, his complexion instantly turned ghostly pale, almost fainting again.
"Slap!"
Jiang Dali slapped him, snapping him awake, chuckling maliciously, "I’ve taken care of all those unloyal guys, and you’re the most untrustworthy one left. Do you think I should kill you or spare your life?!"
Zhu Yunwen’s face turned ashen with fright, his heart jumped into his throat, ignoring the pain on his body, hastily begged for rcy, "Spare my life, spare my life! Support King, if you kill , who will help you manage this vast country? Killing brings you no benefit."
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming coldly, "You overestimate yourself. I can grant you life, just as easily as I can take it back. I chose you over Yan King Di because you were more obedient than Yan King Di.
But now, you’ve greatly disappointed . Do you think the Yan King can replace you?"
Zhu Yunwen was completely spiritless, hearing the strong killing intent in Jiang Dali’s words, quickly pleaded for rcy, even bringing up the Holy Dynasty to save himself.
Jiang Dali shook his head, then turned to ask about Zhu Wushi.
"Zhu Wushi..."
Zhu Yunwen looked confused, "Wasn’t he killed by Support King yourself, why do you keep thinking he isn’t dead?"
"Just a feeling," Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed with an inexplicable look, his gaze pierced into Zhu Yunwen’s eyes, "You truly don’t know?"
Zhu Yunwen shook his head blankly.
Jiang Dali’s eyes narrowed, Yin Yang Two Gods unexpectedly went out-of-body, in a highly risky manner drilling into Zhu Yunwen’s eyes.
Zhu Yunwen let out a heart-rending scream, his spirit agitated violently, his brain racing with chaotic thoughts, so disordered mory information was captured by Jiang Dali’s Yin Yang Two Gods but almost none were useful.
After a mont, Jiang Dali let out a muffled groan, retracted the Yin Yang Two Gods, furrowing his brows and rubbing his forehead.
This thod of forcibly extracting parts of an enemy’s mory and perceiving their ntal state with spiritual power, he wasn’t adept at.
Even though Zhu Yunwen’s spiritual power was much inferior to his, due to his crude technique, it nearly injured his own spirit.
"Amitabha Buddha! Master Jiang has not reached the Primordial Spirit Realm, you must never attempt such ans to invade another’s spirit with Yin Yang Two Gods, this thod is extrely dangerous, a little carelessness will lead to becoming devilish.
Man in the world is like being in a thorn forest, if the heart doesn’t move, the person doesn’t act recklessly, if it doesn’t move, it won’t hurt.
Namo, Heluo Dena, Duoluo Yeye... Namo, Ariye Pole Jiedi, Shoboluo Yong... Bodhisattva..."
The Heavenly Monk Primordial Spirit’s waves at that mont conveyed into Jiang Dali’s heart, filled with boundless Dharma and the Zen chanism of salvation, silently chanting the Calming Incantation to help alleviate Jiang Dali’s ntal pain.
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