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Chapter 1200 - 852 Can Fate Sin Really Kill?

Chapter 1200: Chapter 852 Can Fate Sin Really Kill?

"Cough, cough!" The Old Taoist, radiating an aura of sanctity, coughed lightly as he looked up at the blood-red clouds in the sky and said in a calm voice, "It’s been years since we last met, Life Emperor. I hope you’re well!"

"You’re seeking death!"

It was uncertain whether it was the Old Taoist’s address or his tone that completely infuriated the face within the blood cloud.

The face plunged into madness again, this time completely losing all reason, ignoring Wang Zijia completely.

It clashed against the shackles that filled the sky once more, letting them embed deeply into its flesh and blood, scattering countless pieces of flesh and blood into the Central Immortal Domain, yet it madly attacked the Old Taoist.

Amidst a light cloud and gentle breeze, the Old Taoist occasionally coughed, sometimes throwing a punch or emitting a burst of Spiritual Light, barely managing to fend off the blood cloud.

Meanwhile, the Four Saints also exerted all their effort to control the golden chains, trying to pull back this frenzied being.

Just then, a powerful aura surged up, startling everyone, causing them to reflexively turn their heads.

"In ancient times were sacred beings, naturally nurtured and spirit-awakened; Spirit-Enlightening Forging Immortal Dao called upon the Five Directions Emperor!"

"Today, the novice Wang Zijia pleads, ’Manifest the law!’"

"With the teachings of the Immortal Emperor to all creatures, I ask the Southern Spirit Emperor for the law!"

Following his plea, a massive phantom rose from behind Wang Zijia.

The entire battlefield fell into astonishment because of this sudden turn of events.

"Eh, is this— the Southern Spirit Emperor?"

"What...what’s actually happening? Wasn’t it supposed to be a breakthrough to golden immortal? Why suddenly two Emperors have appeared, initiating a holy battle!"

"Weren’t the Five Emperors said to have died in the Third Age?"

"Eh... Why did Chi Yang summon the Southern Spirit Emperor? As a prince of the Dao Court, shouldn’t he have summoned the Taoist Court Heavenly Emperor?"

"Well, lad, so this is the princely style of brawling?"

"Fighting and then calling for parents?"

"Am I the only one who wants to know what’s happening? Who is that blood cloud person? Where did they come from? And that elder celestial being?"

"That should be the founding master of the Three Palaces?"

"Who?"

"Maybe learn about some secret tales more often!"

"..."

Not only were the monks present shocked, but even the Four Saints, who were prepared for this, were stunned.

Even the celestial-like Old Taoist and the completely maddened blood cloud creature instinctively paused, looking towards Wang Zijia.

...

At that moment, Wang Zijia, with a dark expression, held the newly awakened Spirit Chopping Sword, his head haloed with the golden light of the Dao Wheel, his whole body emanated the aura of a golden immortal, with a massive spirit phantom floating behind him, looking fiercely at the blood cloud face creature.

Breaking through to a golden immortal, one mishap after another, and the power of destruction could be dismissed, but it could only be said that his luck was bad. Even with special reasons, Wang Zijia had to accept it.

But this face creature, how many times did it try to mess with him?

Three times?

Four times?

In any case, as soon as it located his aura, it would go mad, recklessly seeking him out.

As if Wang Zijia had killed its entire family, publicly humiliating its wife and daughters.

As the fake spirit entered his body, the spiritual shadow rose behind him, and Wang Zijia’s aura filled with lethal air continued to rise, finally stopping at the peak of golden immortal.

It wasn’t that Wang Zijia could only wield such power now, nor was it that Ling Jingzi could only wield such power.

But it was Wang Zijia’s false spirit borrowing from the Dao; borrowing from those he had control over was one thing, but summoning through the dead, especially non-controlled beings, required sufficient karmic entanglement and tangible reliance in reality.

Karmically, Wang Zijia was entangled enough; the tangible reliance in reality depended on the sword which had been remade after many intricacies by Wang Zijia himself.

Summoning Taiyi’s power was indeed somewhat insufficient.

But Wang Zijia remembered clearly that Ling Jingzi’s Soul Chopping power had a fearsome effect on that creature.

It had been proven during that fiery clash in the Fourth Epoch.

Thus, without hesitation, Wang Zijia raised his sword above his head.

At the same time, a pile of book pages exploded from a book beside him.

And he spat out several mouthfuls of Fresh Blood.

"Value: -5 trillion!"

All remaining value transformed into five Blood God Crystals, which exploded together.

The combined terrifying forces made this strike barely surpass the limits of a golden immortal.

"Chop!"

Wang Zijia roared furiously as he cleaved with his sword.

"Sigh!"

Behind him, the spirit phantom of Ling Jingzi, as if letting out a melodious sigh, also brought down its sword.

The suddenly emerging, sky-opening Sword Light illuminated everything, leaving the spectating monks dumbfounded.

"Roar!"

Under such pressure, the blood face finally changed its target.

"Puff!"

However, facing Wang Zijia’s attack, the enormous hand formed by the blood face offered little resistance, shattered directly by Wang Zijia’s sword, and unrelentingly slashed across the blood cloud person’s face, nearly splitting it in two.

As the Sword Light faded, uncontrollable transformations began occurring across the opponent’s body.

Wounds bled profusely, spilling flesh and blood onto the ground. Amidst fluctuations of aura, other parts of the blood cloud started writhing as well.

It seemed as if the creature was beginning to rebel against life, transforming from a whole entity into countless deformed spirits of flesh and blood.

Its aura thus instantly weakened.

"Whoosh!"

Amidst these changes, the Four Saints immediately intensified their efforts, and the power of the four golden Copper Coin dragons began to show.

They started to drag it, continuously drawing it deeper into the Void.

"Roar!"

The whole writhing blood cloud face creature struggled continuously but failed to form a stalemate.

Regardless of its struggles, there was nothing it could do.

It was ultimately dragged by the Golden Dragon and the original sealing net, forcibly pulled into the depths of the Void.