"Burning Heart" continues to stack up.
The Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill is rapidly replenishing vitality.
Before long, Fan Wubing surpassed in terms of Qi intensity.
At a certain mont, he used the Dragon Walk to swiftly close the distance, a massive and bright dragon shadow arcing, flashing through the dim and dark staircase like a blazing sun, making Zhang Yi instinctively squint his eyes.
This mont is when victory or defeat is decided.
For Fan Wubing, as long as his Qi intensity surpassed the enemy, the battle was already over.
Even though Zhang Yi was at the Ninth-Layer Integration, possessing the Curse Dao that even Mahayana and Tribulation Transcenders would fear, it was of no use against Fan Wubing here.
Fan Wubing, wielding pure strength, stacked various enhanced powers. Passing through layers of Dao cover, holding the Moon-Pointing Longsword, dragging along the Sword Intent of startling thunder, and augnting with the mighty dragon power from "Fulong Wenda."
This was the most glorious strike.
Radiant light swept across, a flying rainbow cleaving mountains.
Zhang Yi, seeing this sword strike, felt his soul tremble. He couldn’t imagine that a Nascent Soul cultivator could unleash such a strike. Even a pure Sword Cultivator of his level might not easily strike out like this!
Yet, he didn’t dodge.
Because he knew, Fan Wubing wouldn’t dare to kill him unless he wanted to be cursed prematurely.
"Do you dare to kill ?"
Zhang Yi widened his eyes, almost stretching the fat on his face, his pupils filled with brutality and mockery.
Fan Wubing also understood that killing him would result in a curse, and even if he used "Phoenix Nirvana" to overco the curse, Zhang Yi would revive with full vitality in the sa spot. He couldn’t help but curse inwardly, this darn Curse Dao is really shaless, no wonder it is so disliked.
"I don’t have the guts to kill you, but I have plenty to eat your guts!"
"What?" Zhang Yi was sowhat puzzled, not quite understanding what this ant.
Fan Wubing thrust his sword into Zhang Yi’s body, and creamy yellow fat spurted out instantly.
As soon as the Moon-Pointing Longsword entered Zhang Yi’s body, Fan Wubing imdiately activated "Swallowing Stars and Chewing the Moon," frantically devouring Zhang Yi’s cultivation and Qi and Blood.
Zhang Yi’s brow twitched, "What are you doing, get off!"
He felt his cultivation and Qi and Blood continuously converging into the sword.
He tried to stop Fan Wubing.
But as always, to kill Fan Wubing, it had to be at the start of the battle. Once his Qi intensity stacked up with "Burning Heart," everything would be irreversible.
Zhang Yi clearly didn’t realize this, and due to suffering from the Piqiu disease, where power only goes in and not out, his cultivation grew rapidly, but his body size also inevitably expanded. Hence, his combat instincts weren’t high.
Latterly, Fan Wubing beca so fast that Zhang Yi couldn’t even catch his position, having no choice but to watch as Fan Wubing stabbed into his body again and again.
Each thrust plundered a significant amount of cultivation and Qi and Blood.
"Demon Cultivator, you’re a Demon Cultivator!"
Fan Wubing sneered, "What kind of Demon Cultivator, tell ?"
"Damn fool!"
Zhang Yi wanted to escape but soon realized he couldn’t even do that anymore. He was just too cumberso and, at this mont, looked like a fat pig awaiting slaughter in Fan Wubing’s eyes. Moreover, using the rhythm from "Rain Dragon Celestial River Echo," Fan Wubing’s Sword Technique was so exquisite that he could extract the maximum amount of cultivation and Qi and Blood without hitting vital spots.
Truly a pig fat and juicy enough for the slaughter!
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