Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1374: 740: A Win Is a Win
“To use one object as a substitute for another?! What a magnificent Wood Escape Divine Ability!” Ying Luochong remarked, his voice filled with sudden admiration.
While Zhao San Yue’s maneuvers were enough to deceive the gathered Divinity Transformation juniors, they were unable to mask the truth from the group of Half-Immortals of the Void.
“I disagree! To my eyes, the lady utilized the Shifting Flower and Wood technique. She has simply mastered it to its ultimate peak.” Qian Luolie shook his head, offering his scholarly perspective.
As he spoke, his appreciative gaze settled on a spot behind a massive, silver-white pillar.
Zhao San Yue stepped out from behind the pillar at that very moment. With a calm expression, she flicked the Green Branch held in her hand, causing several droplets of Jade Dew to fall instantly.
A thick fog immediately surged through the hall, blinding the majority of those present.
Diwu Xuanye scanned the dense mist, his voice dropping into a deep growl: “To force this old man to draw a second Divine Weapon, you truly have reason to be proud!”
The moment he finished speaking, he swept his hand upward, and a brilliant white light ascended behind him.
The sharp “zing” of a sword echoed through the air!
Like a bolt of lightning, the white light circled the arena three times, shredding through the fog before hovering above his head. It revealed a peculiar long sword; the blade was as clear as water and emitted a faint crystalline glow, yet its edges were lined with two rows of jagged sawteeth that pulsed with a sinister, blood-red light.
A "whoosh" resounded.
A malevolent wind suddenly whipped through the grand hall, carrying with it a heavy, suffocating aura of blood and evil.
Standing nearby, Zhao Qingfeng felt his vision turn crimson. It was as if he had been transported to a landscape of corpses and gore. A wave of nausea hit him so hard he instinctively felt he might vomit.
He wasn't the only one suffering; other Divinity Transformation True Monarchs frowned and clutched their chests, quickly looking away from the Night Demon Sword to avoid the sensation.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng’s brow furrowed. With a single thought, he dispelled the surrounding Evil Thought, allowing Zhao Qingfeng’s mind to clear.
“That man has finally... revealed his true power, the Night Demon Sword. This Alien Demon Divine Weapon is likely thirsty for the blood of enemies once more!” a Divinity Transformation True Monarch from the Ying Family whispered, his face pale with dread.
The Night Demon Sword was a legendary weapon of the Alien Demon Clan, specifically forged to slaughter the Primordial Spirits of enemies. It was famed for being Ethereal and Elusive.
Since falling into the possession of Diwu Xuanye, it had claimed the lives of countless Divinity Transformation experts of the same level, cementing his terrifying reputation through blood-soaked success.
“Demon Light Punishing God, go!” Diwu Xuanye barked, pointing sharply toward Zhao San Yue.
A low buzzing sound filled the air!
The Night Demon Sword transformed into a streak of white light and vanished, disappearing completely from the perception of everyone present!
A heartbeat later,
Zhao San Yue’s complexion turned pale, though her skin remained as fair as jade. Despite the sudden sword strike, her face showed no trace of panic.
Bam!
Her body suddenly detonated, sending large fragments of wood flying in every direction.
Simultaneously, a beam of white light shot out from the debris, returning to hover above Diwu Xuanye’s head. The Night Demon Sword was revealed once more, buzzing incessantly as if it were in a state of utter confusion.
Diwu Xuanye’s expression shifted as he realized something was wrong. Through his Divine Thought, he sensed that the surrounding fog was now filled with numerous powerful auras, all of which felt identical to “Zhao San Yue.”
Vague silhouettes danced within the mist, flickering in and out of existence, making it impossible for him to identify the “True Body.”
“This... how is this possible!” Diwu Xuanye felt the situation was absurd. He could hardly credit that a mere Divinity Transformation novice was pushing someone of his cultivation and realm into such a corner.
He refused to accept that her strength or Divine Skills could possibly outmatch his own.
“Night Demon Sword, Killing Life Saber... go!”
In a fit of fury, Diwu Xuanye roared. The two top-grade treasure weapons at his side lunged into the fog like lightning, slicing through every silhouette in the blink of an eye.
The figures popped like bubbles, yet even more “silhouettes” manifested within the mist. They were as persistent as weeds and trees, possessing an incredibly tenacious Life Force!
Meanwhile, the fog began to take on a green tint, and countless bits of white flying fluff started drifting on the wind, spreading everywhere.
Bam bam bam!
As the treasure weapons continued to strike down the silhouettes, rows of willow trees exploded into splinters. The green hue intensified, and the amount of flying fluff in the fog grew exponentially.
Within seconds, the fluff became inexhaustible, regenerating as fast as it could be cleared!
Witnessing this chilling display, Diwu Xuanye’s composure crumbled, bringing him to the edge of a breakdown.
Abandoning all restraint, a violent black light erupted from his body. He screamed, “Third Divine Weapon, Yin Yang Swallowing Spirit Ring! Come forth—”
But before his final word could leave his lips, a delicate, pale fist punched out from the fog, striking him silently on the back of the head.
The blow was a stroke of genius, not only breaking Diwu Xuanye’s momentum but leaving him dazed with stars dancing before his eyes!
A wheel of black and white light began to emerge from his chest, only to flicker and retreat back inside. His Black Armor shuddered violently, emitting a blinding black radiance.
A thunderous “boom” followed.
The black light shattered instantly. Countless pieces of white fluff were scattered; some merged back into the fog, while others quietly drifted into Diwu Xuanye’s orifices. He remained completely unaware that the fluff had already invaded his body.
Though these events occurred with the speed of a rabbit outrunning a falcon, they were witnessed clearly by the Half-Immortals of the Void.
Di Wuque’s face was as cold as still water, looking as though he were on the verge of a dark outburst.
In contrast, Zhao Sheng remained silent and smiling, calmly pouring himself another cup of Spiritual Wine.
The other Half-Immortals of the Void wore a variety of expressions, all of them casting sidelong glances at Zhao San Yue.
Suddenly, the Marquis of Wind Jie Xing let out a dark, mocking snicker, speaking in a sarcastic tone: “Heh heh, it looks like someone is about to taste defeat!”