"Young Master, promise , no matter what, you must bring Master out of the Dark Land!"
After Master Wu uttered his last words, his entire being broke the Spirit.
The Five Elents Forbidden Curse of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth also broke the Spirit at this mont, converging on that terrifying Spiritual Breath of Master Wu, blasting fiercely towards the Fierce Celestial King.
The so-called breaking the Spirit involves burning the past, present, and future life, fate, and soul of the Ancient Martial Artist, transforming it into the most terrifying strike.
Such a strike, once unleashed, could destroy heavens and earth.
Of course, it could also kill across levels.
But after breaking the Spirit, the Ancient Martial Artist falls into a state of irredeemable doom, with both life and soul reaching their end, never to reincarnate in eternity.
"Master Wu!"
Yang Tian shouted.
But at this mont, Master Wu had already shattered his life and soul, and after burning, along with the Five Elents Forbidden Curse, fiercely attacked the Fierce Celestial King.
The Fierce Celestial King's face changed.
He was a strong man, one of the Four Great Golden Spirit Guardians; no matter how many Master Wus broke the Spirit, they could not kill him.
But he was afraid, afraid of the Five Elents Forbidden Curse.
This Five Elents Forbidden Curse was cast using the Five Elents Technique, and the soul of the Fierce Celestial King was clad in the Five Elents Blood Robe manifested by the Five Elents Technique, allowing him to travel here from the distant deep grave of the South Sea.
Once the Five Elents Blood Robe on him was broken by the gold, wood, water, fire, and earth of the Five Elents Forbidden Curse, what awaited him would be destruction.
Swish!
The Fierce Celestial King quickly fled outward.
But how could he escape Master Wu's breaking the Spirit?
Boom!
A roaring explosion sounded, and the fierce shockwave ford by Master Wu and the breaking of the Five Elents Forbidden Curse struck fiercely towards the Fierce Celestial King.
With just one strike, it blew the Fierce Celestial King into pieces.
The intense Spiritual Breath burned vigorously, and this strike shattered the Five Elents Blood Robe on the Fierce Celestial King, instantly wrapping his soul.
And Master Wu's life also ca to an end.
After breaking the Spirit, the soul is forever beyond redemption.
"Young Master, the soul of the Fierce Celestial King is very strong..."
Master Wu's voice echoed in mid-air.
Yang Tian unleashed his Divine Sense towards the flas, and indeed, although the Fierce Celestial King was blasted, his soul was still struggling.
If the Fierce Celestial King's soul escaped, Master Wu would have died in vain!
A surge of fury rose in his heart. Yang Tian flipped his left hand, unleashing a Heaven-shattering Extinction at it.
Bam!
Yang Tian's strike hit, but it had no effect at all.
"Yang Tian, I want you dead, I want you dead!"
The frenzied roar echoed, and within those strong flas, the soul of the Fierce Celestial King drove ferociously towards Yang Tian.
"Young Master, be careful, the Fierce Celestial King's soul is not completely dead!"
Master Wu's voice sounded urgently.
Yang Tian's eyes were filled with killing intent. He ford a Dharma Seal with his hands, holding nothing back. The Spiritual Breath in his Dantian surged out, and in an instant, he broke through the limits, unleashing over fifty Heaven-shattering Extinctions, all targeting the soul of the Fierce Celestial King.
These fifty Heaven-shattering Extinctions were Yang Tian's limit. After unleashing them, he was already exhausted, on the brink of collapse.
But the effect was evident…
All fifty Heaven-shattering Extinctions from Yang Tian struck the soul of the Fierce Celestial King.
With such a strike, it shattered all seven souls and five spirits of the Fierce Celestial King.
"Young Master, I didn't expect you to shatter all seven souls and five spirits of the Fierce Celestial King. Very well, in my final monts, I've witnessed the Young Master's terrifying side, and that is enough, hahahaha..."
Master Wu's laughter sounded in mid-air.
The laughter gradually faded, eventually disappearing without a trace.
"Master Wu!"
Yang Tian shouted, but there was no response. Yang Tian knew that after Master Wu broke the Spirit, it ant inevitable death.
A surge of unwillingness arose in his heart, and Yang Tian clenched his fists tightly.
"Yang Tian, do not grieve now; the Fierce Celestial King is not truly dead. Of his Seven Souls and Six Spirits, the seven souls and five spirits are gone, leaving the last spirit. Do not let it escape!"
The voice of the Sword Soul sounded then.
Yang Tian looked up and saw a flash of light as the last spirit of the Fierce Celestial King fled into the distance.
"Chase!"
Yang Tian wielded the Holy Sword and swiftly pursued forward.
"Yang Tian, you wait for . I will not die, I will co back to take your life in a blood sacrifice!"
The Fierce Celestial King roared, and with a flash, the last spirit vanished deep into the forest.
By the ti Yang Tian caught up, he could no longer see the Fierce Celestial King.
Yang Tian utilized the X-ray Vision Technique, probing everywhere around him.
Centered on him, all Spiritual Breath waves within dozens of kiloters were clearly visible, yet there was no sign of the Fierce Celestial King's spirit.
"This Fierce Celestial King is even more terrifying than imagined! Even with only the last spirit remaining, he still possesses such formidable mana!"
Suddenly, Yang Tian detected a trace of Spiritual Breath.
It's Wang Xiaoyu!
Indeed, in the depths of the forest, Yang Tian detected Wang Xiaoyu.
Considering that Wang Xiaoyu took Wang Ying away, he feared that Wang Xiaoyu might be a person of the Fierce Celestial King.
Swish!
Yang Tian's figure flashed and disappeared into the depths of the forest.
His speed was swift.
In less than ten minutes, Yang Tian reached the depths of the forest, and from afar, he saw Wang Xiaoyu.
But what made Yang Tian frown was that he actually felt the Spiritual Breath of the Fierce Celestial King.
"Fierce Celestial King!"
Yang Tian shouted sternly.
Ahead of Wang Xiaoyu, a light hovered, which was the spirit of the Fierce Celestial King.
At this mont, Wang Xiaoyu was sitting cross-legged under an ancient tree. She had her eyes closed as if she were ditating, but her rapid breathing and pale face betrayed her.
Yang Tian sensed sothing was amiss and stepped forward.
"Yang Tian, leave here imdiately!"
Wang Xiaoyu had opened her eyes.
Yang Tian frowned. His instincts told him Wang Xiaoyu was in danger. With a flip of his left hand, he launched a Heaven-shattering Extinction attack.
Bang!
A thunderous roar sounded, but Yang Tian's attack was stopped a ter away.
Surrounding Wang Xiaoyu, Fierce Celestial King's spirit swirled continuously, forming a circle of light.
Yang Tian launched another Heaven-shattering Palm Technique attack, yet the circle remained unbroken.
"Fierce Celestial King, weren't you going to escape? Why stay here?"
Yang Tian shouted coldly. He drew the Holy Sword and charged forward, slashing fiercely.
Boom.
After the roar, the circle of light covering Wang Xiaoyu shattered.
Landing on the ground, Yang Tian used his Divine Sense to detect that Fierce Celestial King's spirit wasn't dead—it had re-ford ten ters away.
"Yang Tian, I am the old Saint Master's ntor. How dare you pursue relentlessly?"
Fierce Celestial King shouted fiercely.
"Relentless pursuit? No, I want you to never be reborn!"
With a flip of his left hand, Yang Tian launched another Heaven-shattering Extinction attack before leaping forward with the Holy Sword, slashing ruthlessly.
Bang!
The spirit circle ford by Fierce Celestial King was quickly shattered again.
But the next second, Fierce Celestial King's spirit re-ford ten ters away: "Yang Tian, you've got so nerve. The Four Great Golden Spirit Guardians are my disciples. Aren't you looking for them? Aren't you afraid they'll kill you?"
Yang Tian cald down.
For so reason, he sensed sothing was wrong.
This was the last spirit of Fierce Celestial King. Logically speaking, this should be his weakest mont.
Yet Yang Tian had struck twice, still failing to annihilate his last spirit.
What was going on?
Using his Divine Sense, Yang Tian noticed Spiritual Breaths floating beneath Fierce Celestial King's spirit. He frowned, realizing Fierce Celestial King might be gathering Spiritual Breath.
No matter how Yang Tian attacked, Fierce Celestial King's spirit would quickly re-form.
Realizing this, Yang Tian stopped rushing to attack.
"Fierce Celestial King, tell , where are the people you captured?"
Yang Tian asked in a deep voice.
Fierce Celestial King did not answer. Instead, beneath the ancient tree, Wang Xiaoyu, looking anxious, said, "Yang Tian, leave here imdiately. Don't worry, Sister Wang Ying is fine. She's in a cave in this forest. Go find her now."
Yang Tian frowned: "Wang Xiaoyu, why are you driving away? What's the reason?"
"I..." Wang Xiaoyu wanted to say sothing, but in the end, she said nothing. Instead, she took out a dagger and stabbed it into her chest fiercely.
Snap!
The dagger pierced Wang Xiaoyu's chest. Blood slowly flowed out but was absorbed by the dagger.
Gradually, the dagger turned blood red.
"Seeking death!"
An icy voice of Fierce Celestial King echoed from mid-air, and a powerful Spiritual Breath struck, slamming Wang Xiaoyu to the ground. The blood-red dagger on her chest was also knocked away with a snap.
Yet, the wound on Wang Xiaoyu's chest emitted a blood-red glow.
Soon, the blood-red glow disappeared, and Wang Xiaoyu's wound healed rapidly.
As if nothing had ever happened.
Only the blood-red dagger on the ground reminded Yang Tian that Wang Xiaoyu had just tried to kill herself.
Staring at the blood-red dagger, Yang Tian frowned: "Wang Xiaoyu, why did you attempt suicide?"
Wang Xiaoyu said nothing, staring blankly at the dagger.
Her eyes flickered with a strange light...
"Yang Tian..."
A roar erupted, and Fierce Celestial King's spirit once again gathered in front, charging at Yang Tian.
"Good timing, let obliterate your last spirit!"
Yang Tian ford a Dharma Seal with his hands, quickly executing the third stage of the Heaven-shattering Palm Technique—Heaven-shattering Despair.
Heaven-shattering Despair was even more terrifying than Heaven-shattering Extinction.
Boom!
Heaven-shattering Despair shattered Fierce Celestial King's spirit, but Yang Tian, holding the Holy Sword, leaped forward. He knew that Fierce Celestial King was not completely dead yet. As long as his Soul Technique Breath re-ford, the spirit would return.
So Yang Tian leaped forward, the Holy Sword struck fiercely, shattering Fierce Celestial King's Soul Technique Breath.
All around was dead silence.
No longer was there any spirit of Fierce Celestial King; the turbulent air gradually settled into tranquility.
"Master Wu, I have avenged you!"
Yang Tian clenched his fist tightly.
He quietly looked toward the sky, knowing that next, he had to fulfill Master Wu's dying wish and rescue Wang Lingzhan!
"Wang Xiaoyu, take to find Wang Ying imdiately!"
Yang Tian stepped forward, speaking coldly.
"To find Sister Wang Ying? There's no chance." Wang Xiaoyu shook her head. When she looked up, her eyes turned blood red: "Yang Tian, I told you to leave, why didn't you listen?"
Yang Tian frowned: "Wang Xiaoyu, what are you talking about?"
"Fierce Celestial King isn't dead... What you just killed was rely an illusion... From beginning to end, he's been using his soul to possess my body... I asked you to leave multiple tis, yet you refused... It's such a pity..." As Wang Xiaoyu spoke, her face turned pale: "Fierce Celestial King, I beg you, don't annihilate my soul. Didn't you promise not to kill my soul?"
Finally, Wang Xiaoyu fell to her knees with a snap, as if pleading for sothing.
But soon her face twisted into a ferocious expression. This ti, Fierce Celestial King's voice sounded from within Wang Xiaoyu: "Wang Xiaoyu, what nerve you have to warn Yang Tian? But since this waste Yang Tian hasn't left, good, good, today is his day of death..."
Yang Tian's face darkened. He finally understood why Wang Xiaoyu had repeatedly asked him to leave and even attempted suicide—it was to prevent Fierce Celestial King's spirit from possessing her body. And the reason Fierce Celestial King's spirit couldn't be destroyed was because it was rely an illusion.
"Trouble!" The Sword Soul's voice also erged: "Fierce Celestial King's last spirit found a human host, now it's a problem..."
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