Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Lightning crashed to earth, blasting out a huge pit in the ground. Amidst the drifting smoke and dust, Bai Buran slowly erged.
"Senior Brother Bai, long ti no see."
A lodious and pleasing voice echoed eerily beneath the night sky.
Bai Buran looked up, and saw a radiant young maiden clad in Daoist Robe, treading upon a sky full of starlight—who else could it be but Xia Weisheng!?
"Zhenwu Mountain, Xia Weisheng!?" Wuqilu’s eyes narrowed—he had actually recognized her.
"You really do show up at convenient monts." Bai Buran flexed his wrist.
"To deal with two Zodiac, it’s still a struggle."
"What are they doing?" Xia Weisheng’s beautiful eyes swept up, imdiately noticing Jin Mao Day and Wen He not far away.
"Whatever they’re doing... it won’t be anything good." Bai Buran shook his head.
"Is that so..."
Buzz...
Before the words faded, a halo of light rose around Xia Weisheng; her figure flashed forward like a charging thunderbolt, swift beyond asure.
"So fast!"
"Burial Talisman, Earth Swallowing Life!"
Wuqilu remained unmoving. Suddenly, the ground beneath everyone’s feet shuddered violently; and then, as if collapsing, it rapidly sank down.
Xia Weisheng lost her balance, and the surging earth gushed forth like a giant maw, trying to devour her whole.
"Thunder Shock!"
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Xia Weisheng’s right hand curled lightly, a streak of halo exploded forth, blasting open a gap in the earth coming for her.
"Double Talisman, Bipolar Slash!"
Just then, a cold voice ca from behind Xia Weisheng.
"Bai Buran, with here, you dare to divert your focus?"
Wang Tao darted forth like a parasite clinging to bone, in a blink arriving smack before Bai Buran.
"Tusk, Thunder Shock!"
In the next mont, a lingering, dazzling thread of thunder blood in Wang Tao’s palm, heading straight for Bai Buran’s vital spot.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...
Two deafening booms split the air, smoke and dust rising from different directions in the graveyard—fierce battle erupted, evenly matched with no clear winner.
"Little Wen He, accept your fate, no one can save you..." Jin Mao Day’s voice echoed in Wen He’s mind.
"Letting you live all these years was only to nurture the Divine Evil Fighting Robe... You should have died with your brother, your parents."
Jin Mao Day’s face bore a ruthless coldness.
Cui Siye was already gone, and he was his senior brother, his once beloved, most respected senior...
Even he is dead, so the others have no reason to keep living.
"Spirit of gods, forming evil from calamity. With this body, I offer star light. Heaven and earth blaze forth, sun and moon..."
Right then, Wen He murmured gently, her breath weakened to the extre, but her eyes held an unyielding stubbornness—even facing death, she would still try to reclaim the Divine Evil Fighting Robe.
"You want mutual destruction?" Jin Mao Day sneered coldly.
In the face of absolute power, even a struggle for life and death is futile—let alone such foolish thoughts as mutual destruction!?
"The Divine Evil Sect is destined to die out as a single lineage." Jin Mao Day said blandly.
"Sister Wen, let help you!"
Just then, a casual yet jarringly discordant voice rang out beneath the cold moonlit night.
Jin Mao Day stood motionless, looking up to see a youth appearing behind Wen He.
"Master Jin, not selling fruit today, but up to no good instead."
"Zhang Fan!?" Wen He heard the voice and dazedly said, "Leave, or you’ll be destroyed too."
Wen He’s voice grew ever more tremulous; she felt her flesh, bones, even her organs, all about to be fused into the starlight of the Divine Evil Fighting Robe.
"I have a Curse I can try." Zhang Fan spoke softly, but his broad palm had already landed gently on Wen He’s shoulder.
"Innate Dao Mother, Emperor Zhou Tianchen."
"Lord of the Stars, Dou Mansion Venerable King."
"Middle Celestial Brahma Qi, Nine Emperors Supre Emperor"
...
The Cursed words rang out—the casual voice reverberated over the graveyard, growing ever more enormous in everyone’s ears. In a blur, it seed as if countless voices were chanting those supre titles; above the heavens, the Beidou Seven Stars flared brilliantly, shining down upon that figure.
"This is..."
"Lord of the Stars, Dou Mansion Venerable King!"
"Celestial Mother Heart Curse!!!"
"He actually mastered it!!!"
At that mont, Xia Weisheng leaped out from the battle circle, looking toward Zhang Fan’s direction—her delicate, beautiful face filled with disbelief.
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