This old fellow really has so skill...
Facing the terrifying slash from Wen Tianxiong, Chen Fei's expression turned solemn. If he were just an ordinary cultivator at the Peak of Qi Refining Fifth Layer or an sss-Level Ability User, that single attack would have been enough to push him into a desperate corner, possibly even costing him his life. He had to admit, when the power of a Peak Late Innate Ancient Martial Artist was combined with sothing like the Body Refining Techniques of the Corpse Path, the resulting synergy and power were far greater than the sum of their parts.
Fortunately, he had never intended to rely solely on his own Spiritual Energy for this fight. His true trump card was the powerful Mid-Grade Magical Artifact he possessed—the Mystic Stone Mirror! And clearly, even with the power his opponent was currently displaying, it was still no match for the Mystic Stone Mirror at full firepower.
ROAR!
A guttural roar erupted from Wen Tianxiong's ugly, corpselike face as he bared his teeth. In that instant, his claw slashed down with terrifying force, stirring up a thick, dreadful wave of Corpse Qi. It carried the power of utter destruction as it tore straight for Chen Fei's head. The overpowering Corpse Qi that burst forth was enough to make one's heart stop and scalp tingle. Even the air itself seed to corrode in its wake. A trail of grayish-black decay marked the path of the claw, accompanied by an audible SIZZLE... SIZZLE...
This power was undeniably terrifying. Chen Fei's expression shifted, and he didn't dare show the slightest neglect. With a swift wave of his hand, the Mystic Stone Mirror projected thick layers of yellow light that enveloped his body, protecting him like a turtle's shell. Just then, the claw arrived!
CLANG!
RUMBLE...
Wen Tianxiong's claw, infused with almost all of his True Qi, tore violently at the protective yellow light. With a deafening clang, the surrounding air trembled violently as a horrifying shockwave erupted. The scene was astonishing. The very ground beneath their feet seed unable to withstand the force and began to collapse, sending rock and debris flying with a terrifying, continuous rumble.
The Corpse Qi ran rampant, filled with a domineering and destructive aura. It felt as if it had co straight from the underworld, carrying with it a ghastly chill.
But even so, the terrifying claw failed to break through the Mystic Stone Mirror's protective light. It could only produce a continuous series of clangs, held at bay outside the barrier. In fact, due to the imnse rebounding force, dark, grayish-black blood began to drip from between the monstrous flesh of his claws...
Noticing this, the expression on Wen Tianxiong's ugly, zombified face grew even darker. A deep sense of irritation and unease began to surface in his eyes.
He never expected this. He had poured his strongest power into that Corpse Claw—a power and ferocity capable of killing even a Peak Holy Magister like lsdom. Yet now, his ultimate attack couldn't even break through that protective light!? This... His eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.
Why? Just why is this happening! How could that little bastard have such absurd, heaven-defying luck!? Without that treasure, that Mid-Grade Magical Artifact, what would he amount to in front of , Wen Tianxiong? What would he be?! His heart seethed with intense resentnt and indignation. It was simply unfair.
...Hmph!
At that mont, Chen Fei lifted his head slightly, letting out a muffled grunt. The impact had caused the blood and qi in his body to roil, but in reality, it was not a significant injury.
His eyes turned fierce as he snapped his head up, his pitch-black pupils fixing on Wen Tianxiong with a cold, frantic glare. Spiritual Energy surged within him as his hands ford a Seal Gesture. Instantly, the Mystic Stone Mirror in his palm thrumd and shot out dozens of terrifying Yellow Sharp Blades that hovered nacingly in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, one could even see faint, dark-red flas flickering within the terrifying blades. They pulsed with a chilling, hellish aura that made the Yellow Sharp Blades appear all the more dreadful.
This sight finally left Wen Tianxiong utterly stunned. He drew a sharp, cold breath, never imagining his earlier scorn would lead to this. The scene was too horrifying; an unstoppable chill filled his heart as he felt those fearso blades could shred him to pieces at any mont.
"You..." Wen Tianxiong gritted his teeth, the shock and dread in his heart now beyond words. He had a terrifying premonition: if that little bastard truly unleashed those Yellow Sharp Blades, even a powerhouse like him might actually die! At this thought, his heart was completely consud by terror, and he could no longer remain calm.
"It's rude not to return a favor. Old Rascal, it's ti you tasted the power of my Magic Artifact!"
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