If Piao Miaoxu had a physical form, she thought, she would have already burst into tears from laughter by now.
This wretched creature is even weaker than I imagined! So weak that I could easily deal with him myself without Shuo Wuji ever lifting a finger. The cycle of the Heavenly Dao... Has this wretched heaven finally been fair for once?
Piao Miaoxu’s smile abruptly ceased as she stared coldly at Wang Mu, her gaze landing on the Spirit Beast beside him.
I can’t tell its depth.
This was because, at this mont, the Immortal Cloud Kun had eaten too many fish and was still digesting, having already concealed its aura.
"Your aged appearance still makes want to tear you limb from limb," Piao Miaoxu said, shaking her head.
"Oh," Wang Mu seed to hear Piao Miaoxu’s voice, responding indifferently, "Kill or cut up, as you please."
Piao Miaoxu was startled. A strange feeling suddenly surged within her.
This feeling is subtle... Not auspicious at all. Because... in previous confrontations, I was always outmaneuvered by this wretched creature with his various tactics.
Thinking of this, Piao Miaoxu’s heart sank.
And those instances always involved those beauties of his...
Subconsciously, she glanced around.
Could it be... are any of his beauties here too?
Shuo Wuji seed to perceive the Holy Master’s stress response and asked, "Dongfang Mu, you’re here. Could there be any of your beauties around?"
"..." Wang Mu.
Wang Mu shook his head.
Piao Miaoxu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Capture this wretched creature!" Piao Miaoxu commanded coldly. "Even if there are no beauties, he might, as Ni said, have hidden other tactics. No matter, our brute strength is superior."
Shuo Wuji nodded slightly, looking at the man before him who appeared even older than himself, feeling an odd sense of excitent.
A thousand years ago, I was so fearful that I fled without even daring to fight Dongfang Mu. Although I excused it by telling myself I wanted to preserve the legacy for the Palace Master, I knew it was because I was scared. Now, however...
Shuo Wuji admonished himself. I mustn’t underestimate him. I absolutely mustn’t underestimate him...
The next instant, he stretched out his hand like a dragon, directly manifesting his Primordial Spirit. It appeared like a victorious Primordial Spirit phantom, wearing Magic Treasure armor condensed from Spiritual Power. This phantom towered to the heavens and penetrated the earth, a thousand zhang high. Although its aura was far less compared to Mu Hongyuan’s Primordial Spirit manifesting Fatian Xiangdi in the past, at this mont, it still unleashed an imnsely terrifying power! In an instant, even the external restrictions were burst asunder.
This was anticipated. The imnse pressure left Cultivators below the Crossing Tribulation Realm with virtually no room to resist. Moreover, the higher one’s realm, the more difficult it becos to challenge those in superior realms because the disparity is too vast.
The manifested Primordial Spirit burned with pitch-black demon flas. This colossal Primordial Spirit reached out its hand, as if grabbing the sky, aiming to seize Wang Mu. The power of the Infinite Demon Body, in that instant, completely drained the Spiritual Energy of the entire reservoir. Even the Spiritual Energy within the Cultivators below was instantly depleted. This demonstrated the terrifying nature of the Demon Body in combat; before the fight had even begun, their Spiritual Power was exhausted. That Primordial Spirit was like a black hole of Spiritual Power, not only devouring the ambient Spiritual Energy of Zhou Tian but also all surrounding energies.
Thankfully, the water in this reservoir was mixed with the Nine Nether Divine Spring and was anything but ordinary. But the Spirit Fish below had already begun to float to the surface...
The palm strike descended. Even at Wang Mu’s realm and on full alert, he might not have been able to withstand it.
Wang Mu shook his head, crossed his hands, and watched the palm strike with calm composure. Like Buddha’s Hand Buddha Country suppressing Sun Wukong, it was overwhelming and looked terrifying.
Seeing this, Shuo Wuji frowned slightly, a strange thought arising in his mind: Why can this fellow still remain so calm? When a person is calm, it’s either because they’ve beco indifferent to life and death, or because they still have a trump card... Given Dongfang Mu’s uniqueness, perhaps... he has both? But what trump card could he possibly have that would allow him to...
While he was puzzling over this, he suddenly saw Wang Mu’s remaining Spirit Beast emit a high-pitched cry. It was a soul-shaking sound. In an instant, Shuo Wuji’s Primordial Spirit trembled, and he stood rooted to the spot. The palm of the Primordial Spirit Dharma Form, descending towards Wang Mu, stopped a few zhang above him.
Shuo Wuji’s face turned ashen. He used nearly all his strength to squeeze out a few words: "An Ascending Immortal Spirit Beast?"
What in the Nine Hells is this? Does Nine Provinces even have Spirit Beasts of this level? Well, yes, they exist, but their numbers are even fewer than human Cultivators who have achieved Ascension; they are rarely seen in places like this. It’s impossible... For it to beco the mount for soone who only has Nascent Soul Cultivation and is on the verge of death? What a joke! How could this be? This ti there was no Ascending Immortal Couple involved, yet Dongfang Mu actually managed to acquire an Ascension-level Spirit Beast... No, it’s not just an Ascending Immortal Spirit Beast... This Spirit Beast is extraordinary.
"You’re the bad guys!" the Immortal Cloud Kun spoke in human language, carrying Wang Mu into the sky as its resonant cries echoed continuously. It instantly transford into its physical form. Its colossal body, several thousand zhang in size, was imasurably larger than the reservoir below!
In an instant, everyone present was utterly astonished.
What in the world is this thing?
On the Immortal Cloud Kun’s back, Wang Mu seed like a re pebble on an island, utterly inconspicuous.
The true form of an Upper Realm Immortal Beast... truly exaggerated... Wang Mu marveled. In terms of power, the Immortal Cloud Kun should be at least as strong as that Ancient Black Dragon, perhaps even stronger... Of course, if I factor in intellectual prowess, there would probably be a big difference. But it’s more than enough to deal with Shuo Wuji. What should I do with Piao Miaoxu this ti?
"Have you sensed a special energy signature?" Wang Mu asked.
"You an near that big fellow?" the Immortal Cloud Kun pondered. "Yes, but it’s strange... So, should we take it out too?"
"..." Wang Mu.
"If you can take it out, then do it," Wang Mu stated.
The Immortal Cloud Kun lightly flapped its wings. Shuo Wuji’s giant Primordial Spirit shrank instantly, as if it were a deflating balloon...
HISS...
Shuo Wuji shot back dozens of zhang, his complexion deathly pale.
An Ascending Immortal Spirit Beast... This single blow from the Spirit Beast was even more terrifying than my own powerful, yet seemingly casual, earlier strike...
"Holy Master... we’ve miscalculated!" Shuo Wuji transmitted in a low voice. "He doesn’t have an Ascending Immortal Couple by his side, but he has an Ascending Immortal Spirit Beast... I’m afraid we’re going to et our end here..."
"..." Piao Miaoxu.
At this mont, Piao Miaoxu’s emotions were on a rollercoaster, cresting one peak after another.
This wretched creature... Piao Miaoxu gritted her teeth. Though I can continue to reincarnate, confronting an Ascending Immortal Spirit Beast head-on would undoubtedly cost an unknowable amount of ti. No choice! If it ans reincarnation, then so be it!
Piao Miaoxu rose into the void and declared fiercely, "Today, I *must* make him kneel before , otherwise..."
Otherwise, it will beco a Heart Demon!
"All Demons Return to the Sect!"
Piao Miaoxu beca ethereal, her form seeming to expand. A pitch-black light instantly erupted from her, enveloping everything. This light transford into strands of black, silken phantoms that pierced through space and ti. They even passed through the Immortal Cloud Kun’s body to strike directly at Wang Mu.
"Hmph!" The Immortal Cloud Kun spewed out blue light, which densely wove into a shield, enveloping Wang Mu on its back.
The black, silken phantoms pierced the light shield like sharp needles...
What is this? Wang Mu’s eyelids twitched; he sensed trouble. His body felt an uncontrollable pull, and he instinctively reached out, his hand passing through the blue light shield to grasp the phantom silks.
"Big Brother, be careful! I can’t sense this type of energy..." said the Immortal Cloud Kun. Having eaten so many fish, Wang Mu’s status in its heart had already risen to that of ’Big Brother’.
Wang Mu thought, I want to be careful too, but these things seem to have a mysterious pull on my body. It seems like it must be a special Divine Skill from the Wuji Treasure Book... And it only affects the Infinite Demon Body? For a man on the verge of death like , is all this really necessary?
The mont his body involuntarily made contact, he trembled all over. The space around him vanished instantly. Only darkness and nothingness remained.
"Big Brother, what’s wrong with you?" The Immortal Cloud Kun seed to sense sothing was amiss with Wang Mu. It was young and unaware of the thods used in the Lower Realm. Despite its power, it knew nothing of Piao Miaoxu.
In the endless darkness, Wang Mu looked up and saw a throne in the distance. On the throne sat a woman clad in a black robe, wearing a dark crown, staring at him with a glacial expression.
That’s Piao Miaoxu from the ga.
Piao Miaoxu extended her hand and coldly shouted, "Dongfang Mu, kneel before !"
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