"Pseudo-Divine Ability Netherworld Colorless – Ghosts and Gods Float and Sink!"
With Feng Ji's roar, the pure black and purple saber curtain, imbued with astonishing power, slashed out with a single strike, targeting the five colossal mountains surrounding it.
A thunderous explosion echoed, carrying a power that swept through everything and swept across the wilds.
The ground, the sky, dense explosions moved rapidly, countless air currents rendering the surroundings desolate.
The fierce air currents generated by the collision of both sides forced the other combatants nearby to retreat, their eyes filled with terror.
...
Feng Ji and Wang Ren retreated dozens of meters each.
Wang Ren's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. His robes fluttered, his stance as steadfast as a mountain, unmoving like a river.
Wang Ren was intently watching the Ghost God's Ultimate Saber in Feng Ji's hand.
On the other side.
Feng Ji's expression was calm, but a hint of malevolence flickered in his eyes.
He felt as if Wang Ren had suddenly become stronger, like a colossal mountain that his attacks could not effectively breach.
However, he was unwilling to give up just like that.
The next second, Feng Ji's body began to deepen into darkness, transforming into several afterimages. With a flicker of his body, he appeared behind Wang Ren.
The Ghost God's Ultimate Saber, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains and parting seas, launched a furious assault towards Wang Ren.
Seeing this, Wang Ren's expression turned cold. He patted his storage bag again and retrieved another treasure obtained from the Gate of Life, the "Earth Embryo."
Wang Ren held the Five-Colored Stone in one hand and the Earth Embryo in the other, standing his ground, ready for battle.
"Haha... We've fought so many times, how could I not know you're a turtle shell? You fool, play by yourself!"
Seeing this, Feng Ji's figure bent and instantly vanished from his original position. His target was none other than Wu Tao!
Feng Ji arrived behind Wu Tao and immediately unleashed a saber strike.
This saber strike was unadorned, lacking any trickery or evasive techniques. It merely refined the saber energy to its utmost, condensing all of his spiritual power into this single blow.
On the other side.
Danger!
Wu Tao suddenly felt the arrival of danger.
The hairs on his back stood on end. He held his tattered ancient sword in a defensive stance, cautiously facing the sudden attack.
If it were only this, Lu Shaoyou, one of the twelve Water Lords of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect, also joined in the fun.
A powerful ice-cold spell transformed into an icy torrent, hurled towards Wu Tao.
Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!
Wu Tao was now attacked from both front and back, feeling two terrifying killing intents locked onto him, making even evasion incredibly difficult.
Facing the combined assault of two peerless prodigies, eliminating a Foundation Establishment stage prodigy of the same cultivation level was as simple as mowing down grass.
Without anyone else's help, the target would not even have the strength to fight back!
...
"Are both of them targeting me? Is it because I've killed too many disciples of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect and the Demonic Heaven Sect this time?"
"As the saying goes, the tallest tree catches the wind. One must not be too prominent, or one will easily court disaster."
Facing a potentially fatal threat, Wu Tao sighed inwardly. He who kills shall be killed. Ever since he killed for the first time, he had anticipated this day.
However, Wu Tao was not one to wait for death.
He first scanned his surroundings and saw his companions, Long Ao Potian and Chang Pingqian, rushing towards him at grave risk to their lives. A warmth spread through Wu Tao's heart, and he made a decision.
Facing Feng Ji's saber strike head-on, Wu Tao's body remained motionless, appearing as if he was so intimidated by the killing intent within the strike that he couldn't move.
Seeing this, Feng Ji's expression remained unchanged, but a secret sigh of relief escaped him.
From his previous observations, he already knew Wu Tao's strength. He had to admit that Wu Tao was indeed a prodigy who could fight beyond his level.
Such combat power was extremely rare for someone of his age and background. However, that was all there was to it.
Facing his saber strike, coupled with Lu Shaoyou's coordinated attack, Wu Tao would not be able to dodge or block it, and would ultimately die by his hand.
"It's over!"
Feng Ji watched, watching Wu Tao, as if expecting to see Wu Tao's final desperate struggle.
The monstrous and terrifying demonic saber energy surged towards him, destroying the two top-tier defensive magical artifacts Wu Tao used for protection, and then inflicted dozens of deep gashes on his body.
Intense pain surged from his chest, and specks of bright red blood bloomed in the air.
If not for the two top-tier defensive magical artifacts blocking the blow first, and the Emerald Core providing him with immense vitality.
This single saber strike would have directly killed him, leaving him with no hope of survival.
"Now! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Feeling the life force continuously draining from his body, Wu Tao's body, which had been accumulating power, suddenly moved. His eyes became brighter than ever before.
Boom!!
He took a step forward, unstoppable. In an instant, Wu Tao's spiritual power flowed continuously, reaching a peak.
Inch by inch, his flesh began to swell, and combined with all the spiritual power within Wu Tao, he unleashed an ancient divine ability that surpassed his current realm.
Wu Tao formed hand seals, and a Buddhist seal suddenly appeared in the void, possessing the aura of the Colorless Great Realm.
The Great Dao of Buddhism, fleeting as flowing water, vast emptiness as a Buddha realm. Dwelling in the universe as a mayfly, a mere speck in the vast sea. Embracing the bright moon to see the Buddha, the Buddha's thoughts give birth to worlds.
A yin and yang, two colors, suddenly appeared, and a terrifying aura radiated outwards.
In an instant, the winds and clouds changed, the heavens and earth lost their color, turning black and white. All things faded, their vibrant life extinguished, becoming a vast, gray world.
One of the Six Buddhist Laws, "Pseudo-Divine Ability Colorless Sorrow Realm Palm!!!"
"You!!"
A fierce sense of danger arose in his heart. In that instant, Feng Ji's expression changed drastically, feeling his demonic energy severely suppressed, and his own strength greatly affected.
"Bang!"
The next second, blood stained Feng Ji's lips, and he was sent reeling back hundreds of steps, severely wounded after directly receiving this palm strike.
Feng Ji, his face pale, cast a hateful glance at Wu Tao before turning and fleeing into the distance without any hesitation to linger.
Watching Feng Ji's battered retreat, Wu Tao managed a wry smile.
...
Directly and severely wounding Feng Ji, one of the seven night demon lords of the Demonic Heaven Sect, with a palm strike. While this achievement appeared glorious, the cost was also immense.
To ensure Feng Ji was heavily wounded, he had endured Feng Ji's saber strike and then used all the spiritual power in his body to unleash this palm strike.
Now, he was on the verge of death, bleeding incessantly, and no longer possessed the ability to resist.
In fact, without anyone else intervening, as time passed, Wu Tao himself would slowly bleed to death.
"Must stop the bleeding quickly!"
Feeling unprecedented weakness and pain, Wu Tao's face was pale, his consciousness beginning to blur. The next moment, with a boom, he fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
Fortunately, his companions, Long Ao Potian and Chang Pingqian, had already arrived by Wu Tao's side and protected him.
The Emerald Core, clinging to Wu Tao's body, emitted a soft glow, sustaining Wu Tao's last breath.
...
On the other side, Lu Shaoyou, one of the twelve Water Lords of the Cold Water True Spirit Sect, who had been eyeing Wu Tao covetously, had not given up.
At this moment, Lu Shaoyou's aura surged at an astonishing speed. He was like a natural spirit of snow, and streams of cold air flowed around him.
He was preparing to make a move; at this moment, it was worth the risk!
"Damn it, how dare you injure my brother, go die!"
Long Ao Potian's eyes had turned red as he saw Wu Tao lying in a pool of blood, appearing as if he could devour people.
With Lu Shaoyou's provocation, the rage in his heart erupted like a volcano.
Without a second thought, Long Ao Potian roared, unleashing a spear strike from his Phoenix Blood Spear, forming a tangible phoenix shadow that soared into the sky.
"Die for me!"
Then, Long Ao Potian, as if transformed into a phoenix, charged towards Lu Shaoyou with astonishing power.
At this moment, Lu Shaoyou suddenly produced a weapon named the Cold Dragon Ice Kun Yue, which transformed into a dozens-of-zhang-long glacier and struck towards Long Ao Potian.
The moment the Phoenix Blood Spear clashed with the Cold Dragon Ice Kun Yue, the sound of metal striking metal instantly echoed throughout the surroundings!
Within these short few moments, Long Ao Potian's dragon spear and Lu Shaoyou's Cold Dragon Ice Kun Yue clashed dozens of times, still without a clear victor.
At this moment, Lu Shaoyou suddenly formed a hand seal and produced another damaged treasure, the Eight-Sided Profound Ice Annihilation Mirror.
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the Eight-Sided Profound Ice Annihilation Mirror unleashed a blue beam.
With a bang, Long Ao Potian could not withstand this blue beam and was directly knocked to the ground.
Having dealt with Long Ao Potian, Lu Shaoyou was about to continue his attack to kill Wu Tao when he found Chang Pingqian appearing before him again, blocking his path.
On the other side.
Long Ao Potian, who had been struck to the ground, jumped out of the crater like a cockroach that couldn't be killed, completely unharmed.
Long Ao Potian shouted at Lu Shaoyou, "Your grandma's, you little bastard, how dare you ambush your old man!"
Facing this situation, Lu Shaoyou sighed helplessly. By now, he had given up on killing Wu Tao.
...
Lu Yi, one of the nine holy sons of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, had intercepted the heavily wounded and fleeing Feng Ji halfway, intending to beat a dog that had fallen into the water.
The Spring and Autumn Brush in Lu Yi's hand was a rare long brush, ancient and modern.
Its brush tip was crafted from the teeth of a Nascent Soul stage ancient divine beast, the Nine-Infant, shining with a cold light like the stars, exceptionally beautiful.
The brush body was made from ten-thousand-year-old emerald bamboo.
Although the Spring and Autumn Brush was now in a state of disrepair and its power was less than a tenth of its peak, it was still a formidable damaged treasure.