Translator: Cinder Translations
The dark red flying sword violently unleashed a bright crimson sword light, resembling a teor falling from the sky, trailing a dark red, fiery tail that cut through the night sky.
The Ghost King was surrounded by a dense aura of ghostly energy, and the dark black ghost sword in his hand seed to contain boundless sinister power.
Gathering all the ghostly energy into his hands, he swung the sword, and the black sword light shimred coldly under the moonlight, like a dark angry dragon tearing through the air, lunging forward.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion rang out.
The Ghost King's ghost sword shattered, and countless dark red sword energies surged into the Ghost King's body. In an instant, the Ghost King's spiritual body beca sowhat illusory, seriously injured, but he still managed to block Du Tianhua's attack.
...
On the other side.
The silver corpse had already closed in on Du Tianhua.
The silver corpse raised its sharp claws and lunged forward to grab him.
Du Tianhua's body emitted a layer of magical shield, and in his only remaining hand, a large blade appeared.
This large blade was about three feet long, shining like a mirror. It was the weapon he used before he ford his Golden Core, a top-grade spirit weapon, which he had seldom used after obtaining the dark red flying sword.
Du Tianhua wielded the large blade and slashed down.
This strike was like the force of thunder, accompanied by the sound of breaking air, instantly cutting towards the silver corpse.
The silver corpse ignored the incoming blade, not dodging at all, and its sharp claws struck the magical shield, producing a sharp, ear-piercing sound, like two pieces of iron grinding against each other.
The blade struck the silver corpse's left shoulder, completely embedding itself into its flesh.
To Du Tianhua's surprise, after the blade penetrated the silver corpse's shoulder, it could not go any deeper, getting stuck on the silver corpse's hardest silver bones.
The silver corpse seed completely unconcerned about its own injury; its claws danced like a whirlwind, continuously clawing at the magical shield. Each impact stirred invisible ripples that sent waves of chilling energy.
The shield swayed, and under the relentless assault of the silver corpse, it shattered.
As the silver corpse once again swung its claws, about to strike Du Tianhua's face.
Du Tianhua's mind stirred; he still had the large blade stuck in the silver corpse's shoulder. The blade's light surged and instantly blew a large hole in the silver corpse's left shoulder. The trendous force caused the silver corpse to plumt towards the ground.
Just at that mont, a blinding bolt of lightning fell from the sky.
In a hurry, Du Tianhua urged the large blade in his hand, heading straight for the descending lightning.
The lightning struck the large blade hovering two zhang above Du Tianhua's head, causing a trendous explosion.
Suddenly, a figure lunged at him from the front-it was Song Wen, who had only the cultivation of the early Foundation Establishnt stage.
Song Wen held a short spear, its body crackling with lightning, resembling serpents of electricity. The short spear was a low-grade spirit weapon obtained from Lei Tianyu.
The injured Ghost King and silver corpse surged upward from below, charging towards Du Tianhua.
"Seeking death!"
Du Tianhua's gaze turned cold, and he executed a sword formula.
The dark red flying sword slashed towards the back of Song Wen.
Du Tianhua was well aware that Song Wen, as an early Foundation Establishnt cultivator, dared to confront him, a Golden Core cultivator, only because of the support from the silver corpse and Ghost King.
If Song Wen hid behind the silver corpse and Ghost King and injured him, he would truly have little way to deal with Song Wen.
But if Song Wen took the initiative to attack him, he was simply seeking death.
As long as he killed Song Wen, the threats from the silver corpse and Ghost King would dissipate, and he might even gain two powerful allies.
When Song Wen was less than ten zhang away from Du Tianhua, the dark red flying sword arrived, stabbing through Song Wen's back.
The magical power of the dark red flying sword surged, instantly exploding Song Wen's body
into pieces.
Before Du Tianhua could feel pleased, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
Song Wen thrust the short spear forward, piercing Du Tianhua's heart from the back.
Du Tianhua's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly mobilized his internal magical power to stop the short spear from going deeper.
Gripping the top-grade spirit weapon large blade tightly, he agilely turned his body, swinging the large blade down with the force of thunder.
Song Wen was decapitated by the large blade.
Du Tianhua suddenly stiffened; countless arcs of electricity surged through his body, rapidly charring his flesh, and he could faintly sll the scent of burning.
It turned out that Song Wen, through the short spear, had injected a massive amount of thunderous power into him, which erupted at that mont.
The lightning ravaged Du Tianhua's internal organs, montarily disrupting his magical power, leaving his body incredibly stiff.
Du Tianhua hurriedly mobilized his magical power to expel the thunder from within.
Song Wen had sacrificed two substitute puppets to gain this hard-earned advantage, and he certainly would not let it slip away.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the silver corpse and Ghost King had already charged in
fiercely.
The silver corpse swung its sharp claws, aiming to grab Du Tianhua's left leg.
The Ghost King, with his newly reford ghost sword in hand, executed a powerful downward strike directly at Du Tianhua's face.
Due to the rampant lightning within him, Du Tianhua found it difficult to form a magical shield in ti, so he could only raise his hand to stab the Ghost King with the large blade.
At the sa ti, he fully urged the dark red flying sword to slash at the silver corpse.
The large blade successfully repelled the Ghost King.
However, the dark red flying sword was slightly slower, and just as it was about to strike the
silver corpse, the silver corpse's sharp claws had quietly grabbed hold of Du Tianhua's left
leg.
In an instant, blood gushed forth.
The silver corpse's claws shimred with ghostly light, and its five fingers acted like sharp
blades, instantly severing Du Tianhua's left thigh.
At that mont, the dark red flying sword struck the back of the silver corpse.
Several ribs were severed from the silver corpse's back, exposing its rotting insides.
Both Du Tianhua and the silver corpse were hurled backward.
Before Du Tianhua could stabilize himself, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky.
Gritting his teeth, Du Tianhua raised his hand and swung the blade upward to slash at the descending lightning.
This ti, he failed to completely obliterate the lightning; the weakened bolt struck him, sending both him and his blade crashing to the ground.
"Friend, let's stop here; everything here will be yours," Du Tianhua shouted as he rapidly fell.
Song Wen ignored him, thinking it was too late to seek peace now!
With a flicker of his mind, a beam of cold light shot out, heading straight for Du Tianhua.
At the sa ti, the Ghost King whipped up a gust of cold wind and lunged at Du Tianhua.
Seeing that Song Wen showed no intention of stopping, just as Du Tianhua was about to land,
he crushed a purple orb the size of a chicken egg in his hand.
"Boom!"
As Du Tianhua crashed to the ground, mist began to rise, rapidly enveloping the area within a
mile in a purple haze.
The cold moon blade plunged into the purple mist.
Song Wen was taken aback to find that the connection between him and the cold moon blade
was rapidly weakening; he gradually lost control over the cold moon blade.
The mist had the effect of obscuring spiritual perception!
Once the cold moon blade ventured too far into the mist, he could no longer sense it with his
spiritual perception, naturally leading to a loss of control. The cold moon blade could only move within the mist based on its own inertia.
Earlier, Song Wen had observed the battle between Du Tianhua and the Daoist Qingyan using
the Sacred Gu.
Now, Song Wen finally understood why the Pure Face Taoist had wielded a long knife when
entering the spiritual concealnt mist. Only by holding a magical treasure could one fully exert their power within the mist.
Looking at the mist before him, Song Wen found himself in a dilemma.
The spiritual concealnt mist could limit his spiritual perception, which ant his
strongest life-saving trump card, the substitute puppets, could not be used.
When using the substitute technique, the location of his real body must be within the
coverage of his spiritual perception.
If he ventured deep into the spiritual concealnt mist, his perception would be limited, and
he could only appear near his original position. The substitute technique would lose its
significance, rely allowing him to be killed a few more tis.
But to let Du Tianhua go just like that, Song Wen felt a sense of unwillingness in his heart.
(End of the Chapter)
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