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That sphere slowly grew as Tang Wan-er spread her hands. It was translucent and sparkling like a crystal, however, when it appeared, time seemed to stand still. Silence drummed in peopleâs ears, and all those experts quivered. They smelled death from that sphere.
There were millions of almost imperceptibly tiny runes dancing within that sphere. They were simply swimming around naturally, yet everyone sensed a fatal danger from them.
âWhat kind of magical art is that?!â
The Southern Xuan Regionâs experts were horrified. They were large powerhouses who were dominating the Southern Xuan Region, and they had lived for countless years. But even they had never seen such a terrifying and bizarre magical art.
âWind Spirit Moonslash!â
Tang Wan-erâs hands suddenly began to shine as she unleashed her sphere. Rumbling filled the air, breaking the silence. Space and time were torn to shreds, and the world was thrown into chaos.
Within the Skywood Divine Palace, the palace master and the Elders were watching with shock. How could a Soul Transformation disciple unleash such a terrifying attack?
âThe great era has really arrived. Even the Jade Lake Venerateâs four great inheritances have been fully inherited after countless years of people only being able to comprehend portions of them. For Tang Wan-er to be able to unleash her wind attribute divine arts just after obtaining her inheritance, she must have mastered part of it. We can finally see the slightest tip of the ancient Jade Lake Venerateâs power.â The palace master sighed emotionally.
âBut Tang Wan-erâs magical art doesnât seem like itâs using wind energy. The fluctuations are wrong,â said one Elder.
âThere is a common saying that wind cultivators must cause a huge gale that shakes the land to display their power, but thatâs just a common saying. Tang Wan-erâs magical art has reached the peak of wind, and it returned to a calm state until she unleashed it. This attack is terrifying,â said the palace master.
At this time, Tang Wan-erâs attack had reached the Southern Xuan Regionâs experts. The white-haired elder carrying the divine shield was struck first.
The sphere exploded. A vast energy exploded like a volcano.
The previously calm sphere had exploded. Millions of tiny wind blades shot out furiously in every direction.
The white-haired elderâs shield instantly exploded, and the wind blades devoured him, turning him into bloody mist. Even his Yuan Spirit was annihilated.
âShe can destroy divine items?!â
The other experts were horrified. They immediately turned around and ran.
However, their speed couldnât match the wind blades. They could only unleash their strongest attacks as they fled.
Those with divine items were lucky. They only coughed up blood as they were sent flying. However, those who had charged forward to the front without divine items werenât so fortunate. Their bodies were cut through by the wind blades. The unluckiest ones were pierced through the head and died.
Tang Wan-erâs destructive power was heaven-shaking, and it shocked everyone. If it hadnât been for the white-haired elderâs divine shield blocking a portion of the power, it was unknown how many of them would have survived.
However, hundreds of Life Star experts were heavily injured, and dozens were killed with this one attack. The survivors looked up in horror at the icy-faced fairy floating in the air.
Even Meng Qi, Chu Yao, Cloud, and Liu Ruyan were shocked. Tang Wan-er was no longer the old Tang Wan-er. In her current state, she was truly terrifying. She had killed a sect leader who held a divine item, even destroying that divine item.
Facing tens of thousands of Life Star experts, Tang Wan-er was completely domineering, like an icy battle goddess. No one dared to take another step forward.
On this side, Tang Wan-er had intimidated all the Southern Xuan Regionâs experts to the point that none dared to approach again. On the other side, Long Chen was fighting evenly against the half-step Netherpassage Han Wanchang.
What the Southern Xuan Regionâs experts couldnât accept was that Long Chen was like a ferocious tiger, and he was the one on the offense, forcing Han Wanchang to retreat time and time again.
With his divine ring spinning and five stars revolving in his eyes, he leaped forward again, slashing Evilmoon down heavily.
Long Chen attacked three times, each time stronger than the last. On the third one, Han Wanchang coughed up blood and miserably flew back.
Seeing Han Wanchang fly back, the Southern Xuan Regionâs experts felt their hearts turn cold. That was a half-step Netherpassage expert! He was the one with the highest cultivation base amongst all of them, as well as the strongest. Since he had been forced back by a Soul Transformation disciple, they couldnât accept it.
Long Chen rested Evilmoon on his shoulder. He coldly looked at the shocked and infuriated Han Wanchang. âYouâre only half-step Netherpassage, but your arrogance surpasses a Netherpassage expert. Is this the tradition of your Han family? Do you have no ability other than bullying others? As expected, the young learned from the old.â
Back then, Han Feifei had been the same, charging forward tyrannically through a crowd. When someone didnât get out of the way fast enough, her people whipped them. Long Chen looked down on people like her the most. They had superiority complexes that had them always crush others to express their own greatness.
Han Wanchang had never expected Long Chen to be so powerful. Even though he had used all his power and magical arts, he was being beaten by Long Chen.
What infuriated him the most was that Long Chen didnât compete with him in magical arts. Long Chen was like a scoundrel randomly hacking people with his saber. He didnât give Han Wanchang any opportunity to unleash his ultimate attacks.
Regretfully, Han Wanchang was not an Empyrean who could have his Yuan Spirit form hand seals for him. That would greatly shorten the amount of time required to cast his magical arts.
âYou-â Suddenly, Han Wanchangâs expression changed. He took out a dragon-shaped jade plate from his robes, his anger transforming into joy. âHahaha, Long Chen, your death has come!â
Han Wanchang laughed brazenly as he crushed the jade plate. A pillar of light descended from the sky, and a figure slowly condensed.
When the palace master saw that dragon-shaped jade plate, her expression changed. However, she had had no time to warn Chu Yao.
A figure slowly appeared within the pillar of light. It was a square-faced dignified middle-aged man in yellow robes and a violet-gold crown.
He was large and muscular. His eyes were as sharp as blades, and blood-colored runes flowed within his pupils. It was like his sight could pierce a personâs soul.
When he appeared, the hair all around Long Chenâs body stood on end. He already knew who this person was.
Without saying a word, the middle-aged man moved through the air, leaving countless afterimages. He appeared in front of Long Chen without anyone seeing how he had moved.
âSplit the Heavens 6!â Long Chen, who had already started accumulating energy, slashed his saber.
âHmph.â The middle-aged man snorted and raised a hand to block Long Chenâs saber. He broke Long Chenâs attack easily with just his palm, and Long Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The middle-aged manâs body shook ever so slightly from Long Chenâs attack, and he was a bit surprised. However, his expression quickly returned to normal. He took another step forward, and the world suddenly lost all its color, leaving behind only white and black.
There were no other colors other than black and white. When that happened, all the experts turned pale with terror.
âLife and death energy!â
âThis is a Netherpassage expert! Only a Netherpassage expert can control this kind of energy!â
âAn almighty Netherpassage expert actually came to handle Long Chen personally?!â
The experts were all struck dumb. They had never imagined that a Netherpassage expert would lower his own status and dignity to attack Long Chen.
It had to be known that Long Chen was only a Soul Transformation disciple. For a Netherpassage expert to attack him was elevating Long Chenâs status and turning themself into a laughingstock.
The middle-aged man hadnât said a word. When he summoned his life and death domain, everyone felt that only two types of energy existed in this world now. One was life, and one was death.
Both those energies were under the control of this middle-aged man. Within this domain, he was a god. He decided who lived and who died. There was no way any of them could resist.
Long Chen was completely locked down by this life and death energy. He felt like an invisible hand was gripping his throat, and he couldnât even move or resist. Resisting meant death.
Space was frozen. Time was still. That middle-aged man coldly walked over to Long Chen, his right hand reaching for Long Chenâs neck.
Suddenly, space shook, and an invisible and silent attack came from behind the middle-aged man. It was Tang Wan-erâs sneak attack.
The middle-aged man didnât even turn around. His left hand reached back, and the wind from the pointing of his finger broke Tang Wan-erâs attack.
However, just as he crushed Tang Wan-erâs attack, the immobile Long Chen suddenly moved.
Long Chenâs large hand slapped the middle-aged manâs face. That clear sound resounded throughout the battlefield.
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