Daoist Competition
Chapter 108 - 18 Heaven’s Killing Intent, Massacre in the Full Building (Part 2)_2

Chapter 108: Chapter 18 Heaven’s Killing Intent, Massacre in the Full Building (Part 2)_2

But now is not the time to think so much. He had just sworn allegiance to the other party, and indeed could not allow them to be slain before his eyes. He pinched his fingers, consumed a mouthful of clear and turbid energy, and cast the family-secret "解" spell. Instantly, the dense fog before him wavered as if dispersed by a strong wind, thinning considerably. With his eyesight, he could barely distinguish some vague outlines of the scene.

Suddenly, a shadow seemed to flicker ahead. Wu Zhen’s eyes flashed with a sharp light; how could he miss this opportunity? He shouted loudly, and a flying sword flew out of his hand, stabbing straight toward the opponent.

Su YiAng, though only at the first layer of Ming Qi, was nevertheless a disciple of the Su Family and inevitably carried Dharma Treasures on him. Zhang Yan originally intended to deal with him swiftly, but unexpectedly, this person carried an item that countered the Ruyi Divine Shuttle and even deflected his Proclamation Pen.

However, Zhang Yan knew that such protective treasures capable of flying out react only to artifacts of the Dharma Treasure category. Thus, he decided to approach and assassinate the person at close range.

Just as he took several steps forward, he sensed the fog vibrating. Turning back, he saw a flying sword rushing toward him. This flying sword was astonishingly fast, reaching him in an instant. There was no time to use the Proclamation Pen once again. At this critical juncture, Zhang Yan widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and sprayed out a mouthful of Kun Spirit Dull Qi.

With a "clang," the flying sword’s momentum slightly slowed.

The first burst of turbid Qi had barely finished when Zhang Yan sprayed out a second burst, hitting the flying sword again. Eventually, the sword’s trajectory veered off course, drifting to the side. However, by the time the two bursts of turbid Qi returned to his chest, only a small portion of the original Qi remained, making it impossible to use it again.

Seeing the flying sword still hovering in the air as if preparing for another assault, Zhang Yan took a desperate gamble. He spat out a third burst of turbid Qi that hadn’t been fully refined — this time mixed with heavy evil aura. The originally dark turbid Qi was laced with black and red hues.

Unexpectedly, this tactic worked. A "tearing" noise echoed, like the sound of fabric ripping. The flying sword’s treasure light dimmed, wobbling in mid-air as if intoxicated.

Wu Zhen’s face changed drastically, and he roared, "How dare you contaminate my Dharma Sword!"

He hastily cast a spell, and the flying sword, originally unstable, quickly steadied itself and resumed its attack. This time, Zhang Yan had no way to dodge; with a "slash," the flying sword pierced into his right shoulder. However, just as the blade tip sank halfway in, Zhang Yan extended his hand to grab the sword’s body, preventing it from going any deeper. Taking advantage of the moment, he flicked his fingers on his right hand, sending a black inkstone hurtling toward Wu Zhen without even glancing at it and then turned to charge at Su YiAng.

The inkstone, upon flying out, instantly transformed into a massive, five-zhang black inkstone that bore down on Wu Zhen from above.

"Soul Suppressing Inkstone?"

Wu Zhen’s face turned ashen. He opened his mouth and sprayed a surge of white Qi, within which glinted traces of faint golden-red light. He cast a spell, and the light coalesced into a turtle shell-shaped phantom, shielding him overhead.

With a loud "boom," the phantom shattered. Wu Zhen let out a muffled groan, staggering backward seven or eight steps, his feet crushing over a dozen floor tiles. Pressing one hand against the wall, the agonizing sound of grinding echoed as he forcibly pushed a wall pillar inward, stopping his retreat. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, Su YiAng stared ahead in terror. Seeing Zhang Yan, with a sword still embedded in his shoulder, charging toward him as though unscathed, his courage shattered. He screamed, abandoned controlling the Ruyi Divine Shuttle, and turned to flee. Behind him, Zhang Yan leaped forward, yanked the flying sword out of his shoulder, and in a fluid motion slashed it horizontally. A head flew into the air, slammed into the opposite wall, bounced back onto the floor, and rolled along the ground. The headless corpse stumbled forward for several strides before collapsing onto the ground with a thud.

The moment Su YiAng died, the copper mirror he had been controlling lost its owner’s touch. Its spiritual light dimmed and fell, caught by Zhang Yan’s hand. The constraints around the Ruyi Shuttle dissipated as well, returning it to Zhang Yan’s possession.

Wu Zhen, who had just been rattled by the Soul Suppressing Inkstone, felt his Qi and blood surging chaotically and his Divine Soul wavering. Relief mixed with lingering dread; he recognized the fearsome power of this artifact initially owned by Du De. Should it lock onto its target, the immediate consequence would be soul scattering and the collapse of the flesh.

If he could block one strike, could he withstand a second?

With Zhang Yan’s seemingly endless stream of artifacts, Wu Zhen had lost his fighting spirit entirely, and a desire to flee overwhelmed him. Seeing Su YiAng slain, he dared not linger another moment. Without hesitation, he turned, crashed through a wall, infused his sword with Xuan Guang Seed, raised a sword light that enveloped his body, and shot away like a rainbow in flight.

Yet before he could escape the range of the pagoda, he heard a cold snort behind him. A streak of green light zipped toward him in a flash, piercing through the rainbow glow with a single strike. After two more successive passes, a scream erupted from Wu Zhen as his life ended. His lifeless body plummeted from the sky, and the Divine Shuttle spun again, shredding his Primordial Spirit before returning to Zhang Yan’s control.

At this moment, the entire pagoda was cleared — all slain at Zhang Yan’s hands!

Emotionless, Zhang Yan tore a section of fabric from his robe to bind his shoulder wound. He then retrieved some Elixir Pills from the Qiankun Pouch and consumed them. The flying sword that injured him had already exhausted most of its Spiritual Energy and only harmed him through residual force. He would recover fully after resting for a day or two.

He hadn’t expected the final burst of heavy evil-laced turbid Qi to contaminate the opponent’s flying sword. He couldn’t fathom the reason behind this, so he set the matter aside for the time being.

Stepping forward, he rummaged through Wu Zhen’s corpse, retrieving the token controlling the pagoda’s prohibitions. With a wave of his hand, he altered the pagoda’s flight course and let out a breath of relief.

Carefully searching both corpses, he found little of note on Wu Zhen apart from some Elixir Pills. On Su YiAng, however, he discovered a Qiankun Sleeve Bag. Just as he was about to inspect its contents, the entire pagoda suddenly trembled violently, shaking the ground beneath his feet, as though it had collided with something.

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