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Chapter 892 - 458: Immortal Clan (10,000 Words)

Chapter 892: Chapter 458: Immortal Clan (10,000 Words)

The White Dove Taoist’s mind tensed, his gaze locking onto Fang Zhixing, exuding a sinister air.

As his right hand grasped the air, a ghost-head broadsword appeared out of nowhere.

The surface of the blade was inscribed with intricate and beautiful runes, extremely mysterious and beyond description.

"Tenth-level Immortal Blade!"

Tang Yuanguan’s eyes shone with recognition of the extraordinary quality of this ghost-head broadsword; it must be the White Dove Taoist’s prized weapon, the "Night Slayer Blade."

What kind of weapon could be rated as a tenth-level weapon?

According to the consensus of the Immortal Cultivation world, a tenth-level weapon must possess one attribute: to cut destiny!

Immortals are powerful because no mundane force or weapon can harm them.

Ascend to the Nine Heavens, impervious to all evil, enter the void and escape, unaffected by cause and effect!

Only the power of destiny can weaken or even slay an immortal.

Because of this, the minimum requirement for a tenth-level weapon is that it must be able to harm an immortal.

And this terrifying slash that can harm immortals is called the Fate Slash!

At this moment, the White Dove Taoist, holding the Night Slayer Blade, was invigorated, with a fierce killing intent, launching an arc of blade light towards Fang Zhixing.

Swish!

The Fate Slash was enigmatic and unpredictable, the blade cutting through the air, without causing a ripple, almost silent.

In the blink of an eye, the arc of blade light was already above Fang Zhixing’s head, pressing down upon him.

Fang Zhixing’s eyes flickered slightly, as he calmly raised the Six Harmonies Mirror with his left hand.

Instantly, the mirror’s surface shone brightly, dazzling, covering the skies and hiding the sun.

Clang!

A loud noise, stone-shattering, and startling the heavens!

The arc of blade light shattered into scattered fragments, bursting with chaotic light.

"Six Harmonies Mirror?!"

The White Dove Taoist was taken aback, full of suspicion, and couldn’t help glancing at Tang Yuanguan.

"Huh, isn’t that my Six Harmonies Mirror?" Tang Yuanguan was stunned, showing a ghost-like expression.

He wasn’t dead yet!

How could Fang Zhixing easily wield the Six Harmonies Mirror, which he had recognized as its master with a drop of blood?

How bizarre!

The next moment, a golden beam of light burst forth from Fang Zhixing’s brow, swift as thunder, annihilating everything in its path.

Boom!

The protective shield White Dove Taoist had constructed shattered like paper, defenseless.

In that instant, he instinctively tilted his head.

A golden light brushed past his cheek!

Splat~

Scalding blood sprayed all over Tang Yuanguan’s face.

He looked up, his expression drastically changing.

He saw that half of the White Dove Taoist’s face had been pierced, flesh and blood mangled, with bone visible.

His teeth and skull exposed, one ear completely gone.

The White Dove Taoist shivered; if he hadn’t tilted his head, he would have surely been decapitated.

Too perilous!

Missed by a hair!

Then, he saw the third eye on Fang Zhixing’s brow, and his heart skipped a beat, exclaiming in shock, "You, you’re from the Third-Eye Tribe!"

Tang Yuanguan was also taken aback.

The Third-Eye Tribe was an ancient race, scarce and elusive, rare to encounter, thus considered mythological creatures.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the Tang Immortal Clan is nothing in front of the Third-Eye Tribe!

Unexpectedly, the bastard he wanted dead had such a high status!

Fang Zhixing ignored their astonishment, advancing methodically and gathering power.

"Misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding!"

The White Dove Taoist’s heart quivered, retreating in panic, pleading continuously, shouting, "Fellow Daoist, we’re willing to cease fighting and make peace, could we discuss terms?"

Despite his words, he soon realized that as the protective barrier was broken by the Golden Light of Tribulation, calamity forces gathered from all directions, entwining around him and Tang Yuanguan.

"Crack, crack, crack~"

A continuous string of strange noises emanated from Tang Yuanguan’s body, his entire skeletal structure breaking, with boundless pain, almost causing him to faint.

The White Dove Taoist also felt his movements become sluggish, dizzy and disoriented, as if every step he took was onto calamity itself.

Step by step of calamity, leading to utter doom!

The White Dove Taoist hastily swung the Night Slayer Blade, swiftly cutting through the chaos of calamities.

However!

The calamities were endless, like the ceaseless flow of a mighty river.

"Strange! How come this place is filled with calamities everywhere?"

"Could it be..."

The White Dove Taoist thought of something, his heart sinking, finally realizing what was wrong.

"Good heavens, this person definitely has a special physical body, capable of forcibly altering or contaminating the surrounding environment..."

This meant the ground beneath him was toxic, full of traps, all wicked calamities.

"It’s over..."

The White Dove Taoist’s face quickly turned pale, desperately wanting to escape from this place.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, an appalling chill rapidly spread.

"Techniques·Sky Ice Heartless!"

The White Dove Taoist and Tang Yuanguan were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, still in their fleeing postures.

Woo woo woo~

Endless calamities came rushing in!

There were too many calamities, like thousands of snakes emerging from their nests, crawling all over the body, indescribably terrifying.

"Huff huff huff..."

For a moment, Tang Yuanguan bled from his seven orifices, his face ashen, hair rapidly turning white, his body severely withering, clearly on the brink of death.

The White Dove Taoist wasn’t much better off, using all his strength to resist the blood corruption with the power of destiny while trying to shatter the ice.

However, the blood corruption was too malicious, continuously eroding his body and polluting his immortal power, making him weaker and weaker.

"Give it my all!"

Faced with the immense fear between life and death, the White Dove Taoist was emotionally charged; at this moment, he unleashed unprecedented strength, with all he had learned throughout his life.

"Samadhi True Fire!"

The explosive flames roared out, burning the skies and boiling the seas, melting everything.