Wu Tao increased the spiritual power injected into the Golden Shaking Rope, and in an instant, the divine light on the rope became even more dazzling.
Next, another fiery red flying sword flew out of Wu Tao's storage bag, transforming into a five to six meter long giant sword engulfed in flames in mid-air.
The top-grade artifact, the Fire Spirit Shadow Sword, slashed towards Wang Siyuan.
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With a "bang," the Fire Spirit Shadow Sword was pushed open from the inside by something, exploding with a muffled sound, and was repelled.
Around Wang Siyuan's body, white gauze ribbons rapidly coiled, forming what appeared to be a solid gauze wall.
From the spiritual energy dispersed when the white gauze ribbons suddenly erupted, this was at least a top-tier defensive artifact.
Driving away the flames, the gauze ribbons retracted, coiling around Wang Siyuan's arm and transforming into a white water-gauze sleeve.
The moment Wang Siyuan revealed the white gauze ribbons, Wu Tao's lips couldn't help but twitch slightly.
After cultivating for so many years, this was the first time Wu Tao had ever seen an artifact in the form of white ribbons.
Especially when this white ribbon artifact was on a person who was neither male nor female, a hermaphrodite, it was simply difficult for him to accept.
"You peddler of your own backside, you perverted ghost, I, Wu Tao, will kill you today!" Wu Tao's eyes shot out with a sharp light, and he said menacingly.
"What did you say? Say that again? You brat, I will skin you alive, tear you limb from limb, and dismember you today!" Wang Siyuan's face suddenly darkened upon hearing Wu Tao's words, and he became like a startled hedgehog, shouting in a piercing, eunuch-like voice.
Hearing Wang Siyuan's words, Wu Tao smiled strangely, shook his head, and did not retort.
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"What are you smiling at? Do you think you've already won this battle by temporarily trapping my few skull artifacts! You haven't seen many of my tricks yet!" Wang Siyuan was furious upon seeing this, immediately cursed, and raised his arm. Dark light flashed on his hand, and a pitch-black "mysterious demon blade" suddenly appeared.
"You perverted ghost, haven't you noticed? Our distance is now within a hundred meters!" Wu Tao looked at Wang Siyuan with an unusual expression. The Wind Riding Azure Bird Boots on his feet shone with a blue light.
With a "whoosh," Wu Tao's figure suddenly flickered, and he vanished from his original spot.
In the next second, several identical phantom images appeared simultaneously in front of Wang Siyuan.
"As long as someone is within a hundred meters of me, and they are not a special cultivator like a body-refining dual cultivator, their life and death are essentially within my grasp!"
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Wu Tao's voice still echoed in the air.
As he suddenly appeared right in front of the panicked Wang Siyuan, the last word had just been uttered.
Spiritual power surged around Wu Tao, and behind him, an ancient anomaly faintly appeared. It was two terrifying existences, one a golden dragon and the other a divine tiger. Their entire bodies exuded a domineering aura, a power that was infinitely terrifying!
"Dragon Tiger Yuan Gang Nine Arts," Ninth Level: Bronze Body Yuan Magnet, Dragon and Tiger Manifested, Great Accomplishment Realm!
Fierce flames soared, dragon and tiger appeared together, their power sufficient to split mountains and crack rocks, crushing everything in their path!
With a "crackling" sound, the top-grade artifact, the white gauze ribbon, could not withstand the immense power contained in Wu Tao's fists, shattering inch by inch and collapsing inward.
Then, Wu Tao unleashed another punch, directly sending Wang Siyuan flying hundreds of meters away.
Wang Siyuan, lying on the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood and soon became motionless, dead.
Wu Tao yanked the storage bag from the dead Wang Siyuan's waist, and then collected the Golden Shaking Rope and the several skull artifacts into his own storage bag.
However, now was not the time to examine the spoils of war. Wu Tao had just collected his spoils into his storage bag and had not yet dealt with the corpse...
A coquettish laugh, extremely charming, traveled from afar, startling Wu Tao. His movements halted involuntarily.
Wu Tao's expression darkened, and he slowly stood up, looking in the direction of the charming laughter, his body involuntarily tensing.
In mid-air, a cold black wind suddenly pierced through, and a pair of tender, flawless jade feet lightly trod upon it, descending with the black wind.
A woman of extraordinary beauty, dressed in flowing black, appeared before Wu Tao.
This woman was charming and beautiful, dressed extremely boldly. Her attire was simple and extremely thin, not only revealing her fair arms and smooth thighs but also leaving her feet bare without shoes or socks.
What drew even more attention was the set of three exquisite, glowing silver rings—one large and two small—around her wrist, adding a touch of fiery charm to her.
Her eyes were like silk, her smile was enchanting, her dimples were deep, and her eyes seemed to drip with water. Her willow-leaf eyebrows, curved like crescent moons, unfurled slightly, as if a hundred flowers were blooming. Such a beauty was truly rare to see in a century.
A woman with such a captivating demeanor could easily make a man fall for her at first sight, leading to eternal damnation.
"Outer disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Zhang Wan'er, a prodigy among her peers, known as the Soul-Stealing Demoness," Wu Tao said coldly, gazing at the woman deeply.
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Her face was delicate, her skin as white as snow, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist. Her pair of beautiful eyes were slender and bright.
Her slender figure and voluptuous curves made Zhang Wan'er appear exceptionally graceful and captivating, leaving onlookers mesmerized.
She possessed both an immortal aura and a demonic aura. Such a peerlessly beautiful woman, capable of toppling kingdoms, could make one's heart flutter and imagination run wild with just a glance, let alone a careful observation.
Wu Tao shook his head, sighing inwardly at the indescribable beauty of this woman.
At the same time, he looked with regret at the bone banner artifact made of cold, white bones in Zhang Wan'er's left hand and the blood-stained human head she held in her right.
These two items, dripping with the scent of blood, were so jarring in the hands of such a peerlessly beautiful woman.
Without her terrifying image of killing, beheading, and toying with heads while wielding a bone demon banner,
Her unique charm, like the allure of a poppy, could captivate more than ninety-nine percent of men in the world at first sight, making them yearn to rush into the flames like moths.
Even with her "terrifying" appearance, every frown and smile exuded a captivating charm.
Unconsciously, one would sink into it, losing all judgment and reason, without even realizing it.
Wu Tao forced his gaze away from her, and inadvertently catching a glimpse, he saw the gauze ribbon she used to wipe her hands.
"Huh? The style of this artifact?" Wu Tao's gaze suddenly froze, his pupils contracting slightly, and his heart grew cold. He completely calmed down.
Wu Tao clasped his hands and asked in a deep voice, "Miss Zhang Wan'er, what relation is this dead pervert on the ground to you?"
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"Brother, feel free to call me by my given name. There's no need for such politeness."
Zhang Wan'er chuckled, glanced at Wang Siyuan, who lay in a pool of blood, and then feigned surprise, saying, "Oh my, isn't this Sister Wang?"
"Brother, you truly have no pity for the fairer sex. If my master finds out that Sister Wang died so miserably, he will be heartbroken."
"Sister?" Wu Tao was instantly filled with disgust. With Zhang Wan'er's words and Wang Siyuan's previous actions, he suddenly understood Wang Siyuan's identity—he was a effeminate man...
No wonder. Perhaps after spending too long in his "master's" embrace, he desperately desired other men as his male companions, not even letting go of someone as ordinary-looking as himself.
Thinking of this, Wu Tao couldn't help but pity this "sister" lying in a pool of blood.
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Seeing Wu Tao's expression, Zhang Wan'er smiled slightly, her eyes darting about, and said pitifully, "Brother, do you know that my Sister Wang is the beloved disciple of our sect's Nascent Soul stage master, an elder of the Outer Sect of the Heavenly Demon Sect? You killed her without a word, how will I explain myself when I go back?"
"Hmph, the person is already dead, what do you expect me to explain? The elder of the Outer Sect of the Heavenly Demon Sect, what a grand title." Wu Tao's face darkened. After a moment of contemplation, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he sneered mockingly.
Having navigated the cultivation world for so many years, how could Wu Tao not understand this demoness's true intentions?
This demoness, while seemingly expressing concern for him on the surface, was actually trying to sow seeds of doubt in his heart so that she could seize an opportunity to ambush him.
Since that was the case, he could not be blamed for being ruthless.
The dead would not speak.
With this thought, Wu Tao's hands clenched tightly.
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