The essence in the blood of the Purple Blood Poison Flowers is evidently stronger than Wang Xiaoqiang's essence blood, otherwise the Sword Spirit wouldn't have broken through so quickly, reaching the Transformation Phase in one fell swoop.
After the breakthrough, the Sword Spirit's power increased manifold. At that mont, it let out an excited shriek, clearly extrely exhilarated. The sword body humd as it vibrated, radiating ten thousand beams of light, like a restless little beast. Wang Xiaoqiang, feeling this through his heart, imdiately wielded his sword, defying the heavens, charging up towards that curtain of purple blood above.
At this ti, the thousands of Purple Blood Poison Flowers seed to exert all their power, shooting purple light into the curtain of purple blood, which suddenly intensified, becoming thick and substantial. At the sa ti, the blood qi surged, all condensing towards the central position.
Yet Wang Xiaoqiang remained fearless. He took out the Jinse Guard and draped it over himself as a defense. The Sword Spirit was also unafraid. One man and one sword, proudly charged upwards, rushing towards that curtain of purple blood.
Boom!!!
With a loud cracking sound, the curtain of purple blood was forcibly pierced by the Penglai Immortal Sword. From the gap in the torn curtain, man and sword rushed out together, charging upwards towards the entwined Purple Blood Poison Flowers above.
At this mont, those hundreds of thousands of flower vines transford into human figures, becoming an array of stunning won, their limbs soft like flower vines, entwining together. They let out charming laughs, laughter that could shake one's soul, making one's heart lt and flesh numb.
These countless Flower Demons were unleashing their Bewitching Technique.
Wang Xiaoqiang, on the path of cultivation, remained resolute, yet his mind wasn't strong enough when it ca to won. The laughter of those tens of thousands of enchanting won shook his heartstrings, disturbing his Daoist heart, causing turmoil within.
Gazing upon those thousands of won, his eyes grew hazy, a confused and frenzied smile spreading across his face...
At this mont, his will was already in disarray.
Just then, a hundred Flower Demons stealthily attacked him. Each held a long sharp spike. These spikes were nothing special, pointy and long, similar to thorns, but different in that each spike was hundreds or thousands of tis larger, akin to daggers.
Moreover, a purple liquid subtly flowed on the spikes, clearly a stream of venom.
A Flower Demon attacked from behind, getting close to Wang Xiaoqiang's back first. The spike in her hand stabbed upwards towards Wang Xiaoqiang's back, but before it could hit him, a thunderous roar was heard, startling the Flower Demon into retreat.
The Patterned Beast charged out from Wang Xiaoqiang's back, once more letting out a roar towards the Flower Demon.
"Roar!!!"
This thunderous roar was akin to a thunderclap, exactly the Leo Technique from the Star Chart. With one roar, the Flower Demon's delicate body burst apart, her flesh and blood within exploding into streams of purple blood...
The other Flower Demons about to charge forward were also frightened pale, retreating one after another.
This roar from the Patterned Beast not only shattered the body of one Flower Demon but also awakened Wang Xiaoqiang from his trance.
Suddenly regaining his senses, Wang Xiaoqiang discovered dozens of Flower Demons ard with poisonous spikes pouncing from the front. Imdiately, he thrust both palms forward, electric arcs bursting from his palms. With two booms, the dozens of Flower Demons in front were reverted to their original form, screaming miserably, transforming into broken flower vines falling down.
Above, the thousands of Flower Demons continued to exhibit their Bewitching Technique, laughter ceaselessly echoing, preventing Wang Xiaoqiang from fully concentrating.
With a thought, Wang Xiaoqiang sent the Holy Path of Courage out of his body. It expanded upon encountering the wind, becoming the size of a city gate, floating above his head. Ten thousand beams of golden light radiated, and from the word "courage," a figure of a Sacred Confucian appeared, holding a scripture and beginning to chant.
At first, the chanting was very low, almost suppressed by the Flower Demons' laughter, but it gradually grew louder, rising higher, and then thundered forth,
Although there was only one Sacred Confucian, it was as if there were thousands, overwhelming the laughter of the Flower Demons above at once.
Listening to the chanting, Wang Xiaoqiang was no longer ensnared by the laughter, his Spirit Platform clear, mind bright, spirit uplifted. Seizing the mont, with one thought, the Holy Path of Courage ascended defiantly, crashing into the do ford by the Flower Demons in the sky.
Just as it approached, the lightning within the word "courage" exploded suddenly. Instantly, every Flower Demon struck by or affected by the lightning showed their true form, turning into broken flower vines, so even turned to charred ash by the electric arc.
Behind the do ford by the flower vines, Wang Xiaoqiang erged with his sword, while the Holy Path of Courage descended thunderously, halting at Wang Xiaoqiang's feet, suspended without falling.
Wang Xiaoqiang leapt onto the Holy Path of Courage, stood with his sword, proudly surveying the surroundings.
He didn't flee, because he knew well there was still a Ten-Thousand-Year Tree Demon yet to appear. Without defeating that Tree Demon, even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't.
At this ti, all the Flower Demons dispersed, transforming back into flower vines, attempting once again to enwrap Wang Xiaoqiang. But this ti, the Patterned Beast roared and leaped, blocking in front of Wang Xiaoqiang, opening its mouth towards the Purple Blood Poison Flowers, casting the Fire Spirit Technique repeatedly, spewing flas.
The substantial flas swept forward, constantly striking those Purple Blood Poison Flowers.
As soon as the Purple Blood Poison Flowers touched the fire, they ignited, blazing with a puff, emitting thick smoke, and letting out screams akin to won as they plumted down.
Having exhausted all tricks, yet unable to control Wang Xiaoqiang, the Purple Blood Poison Flowers finally retreated, withdrawing underground out of sight.
Elder Tiann, four strong ones, and that criminal had all been dragged underground by the Purple Blood Poison Flowers. Their fate was of no concern to him. Wang Xiaoqiang paid them no mind. He stood atop the Holy Path of Courage, holding his sword, gazing arrogantly into the distance.
At this mont, between heaven and earth, amongst the mountains, only Wang Xiaoqiang was left, suddenly appearing empty and quiet, like the calm before a storm. The more silent it was, the more tension filled the air, to the point where even the Patterned Beast let out low growls, appearing sowhat anxious and uneasy.
What's ant to happen will happen, and there's no avoiding it if it's destined. Wang Xiaoqiang firmly believed in this, so he did not flee.
Indeed...
After a mont of silence, a voice rang out, "Kid, you didn't run away, you're quite sensible, but even if you ran, you wouldn't escape..."
With that voice, suddenly, soone appeared ten ters before Wang Xiaoqiang, it was the King of Kunshan, or rather, an avatar of the King of Kunshan. Because under his Heavenly Eye, the King of Kunshan appeared sowhat illusory, confirming it was not the true body.
"Hmph, have the real one co here, what right does an avatar have to speak to ?" Wang Xiaoqiang said disdainfully.
"Based on you, you demand my true form? ...You overestimate yourself. Today, this king doesn't need to lift a finger to behead you."
"I know you have brought the Ten-Thousand-Year Tree Demon, co if you dare..." Wang Xiaoqiang said fearlessly.
"Hmph, you have so skill and so courage too. Your future prospects are certainly boundless, no wonder Chang Tianfeng values you so much. It's just a pity that today is your death day, and this Kunshan will be your grave..." The avatar said, then with a wave of the sleeve, it vanished with a swoosh.
Just as the avatar disappeared, a trendous roar echoed, emanating from underground, the ground shook as if an earthquake hit. Radiating around Wang Xiaoqiang, the mountains within a kiloter trembled collectively, all trees quaked, on the verge of collapse, and then the ground began to crack open.
It was as if the end of the world had arrived, the ground began splitting, trees started falling, and the mountains began to slide in tremors...(To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian).
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