My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 555 - 487: The Final Kill

Chapter 555: Chapter 487: The Final Kill

"What does this lord want?" Amid his mockery, Wang Zijia looked at Feng Yingzhong and said:

"We initially didn’t harbor any mortal feud, but you were overly arrogant. For over a month, you threatened my tens of thousands of clansmen and repeatedly sent ’invitations.’ Now that I’m here today, what do you think we should do?"

"What audacity!" Feng Yingzhong was about to mock him again.

"Battle!"

But before he could utter another word, the long sword floating next to Wang Zijia slashed the void to his right.

"Snick!"

With a peculiar sound, a flying skull that was quietly approaching Wang Zijia was cut off by the long sword and split into two halves.

"Learn nothing, huh?" Wang Zijia sneered, grabbed the long sword, and turned into a flash of light, charging towards Feng Yingzhong.

Feng Yingzhong’s body wavered, transforming into a dozen figures, each bearing a dark red Blood Stick not more than two feet long, and charged at Wang Zijia in return.

The long sword danced, emitting flickering cold lights, and the Blood Stick moved, accompanied by illusions soaring into the sky, making it difficult to differentiate reality from illusion.

In an instant, flying swords filled the sky, avatars, flying skulls, and headless demon bodies fought together.

The fight thus began without warning.

Some people below, quick-witted as they were, began to slip away quietly, while others, more daring, watched the battle in the sky.

After the battle had been underway for a while, Feng Yingzhong’s face darkened.

Even though this was their first formal confrontation, they had already clashed several times in the Three Realms Temple.

From those times, he clearly sensed that his opponent’s cultivation was inferior to his own. Wang Zijia’s formidable tactics were the only reason for his arrogance, and this was why Feng Yingzhong chose to face him so now, hoping to regain his honor.

But in less than two months, his opponent had become so much stronger, his cultivation level was almost on par with his own, and his methods were remarkable.

If only he had known not to trouble himself earlier!

How unlucky!

"Fellow Daoist, why the anger? We could sit down and talk nicely. Misunderstandings could be cleared up, right?"

After clashing for a while and gaining a rough understanding of his opponent’s abilities, Feng Yingzhong truly intended to beat a retreat.

By this point, Wang Zijia had also roughly gauged Feng Yingzhong’s strength. His eyes gleamed with a chilling light as he said:

"You want to talk of peace only now? This lord remembers what you said not long ago. This lord does not possess the thick skin necessary to beg for peace!"

"You..."

The moment the words ended, without waiting for Feng Yingzhong to continue, Wang Zijia suddenly beckoned.

’Borrowing from False Spirits: Ancient Transport Formation!’

A vague avatar merged into Wang Zijia’s body, his body swelling rapidly and transforming into a Dharma Idol. Just like summoning a spirit, Wang Zijia’s aura also grew rapidly.

"What kind of secret technique is this that allows him to increase his strength so dramatically?"

Feng Yingzhong’s pupils contracted sharply. There was no time to ponder anymore. He reached out, took off the head from his neck, and his body also quickly swelled, manifesting as a Dharma Idol.

He then tossed his head up. The giant flying skull plunged into the void and disappeared, rushing towards Wang Zijia, while the headless corpse’s Dharma Idol, holding the short stick, entangled with Wang Zijia again.

However, Wang Zijia, now in his Dharma Idol form, had an aura that was several levels stronger than Feng Yingzhong’s.

"Ta!"

He swung the long sword in his hand down!

"Clang!"

The mighty sword light was blocked by the headless corpse’s stick. As the illusions created by the stick shattered, the headless Dharma Idol was sent flying dozens of miles by the sword strike and fell outside the city into barren fields.

Without giving the opponent a chance to catch his breath, Wang Zijia intended to pursue and strike again.

At this moment, the gigantic flying skull hovering in the void suddenly transformed its flowing hair into crimson shackles, charging at Wang Zijia from all directions.

Wang Zijia halted. His remaining four swords flew towards Feng Yingzhong in the distance, while he himself, his eyes gleaming with icy light, poured his mana crazily into the long sword in his hand.

’Sword Dao: Seven Swords to Cut the Sky!’

A massive Spirit Sword Shadow was slashed out with one stroke.

The sky full of crimson shackles shattered directly. Under the disparity of power, the flashy illusion techniques were of no use.

The flying skull was directly split into two halves by Wang Zijia’s sword and exploded into two clouds of Blood Water due to the sword qi.

"Puff!"

On the other side, Feng Yingzhong’s headless Dharma Idol, which was besieged by four swords, froze as if struck by thunder the moment the flying skull shattered.

The four swords, as if possessing a mind of their own, instantly pierced through its body.

The enormous Dharma Idol immediately exploded into countless illusions, and Feng Yingzhong fell out of it, staggering a few steps before vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood, along with his internal organs.

He probably learned from his previous lesson and made some arrangements – his flesh and blood quickly turned into illusions and faded away as soon as they left his body, as if he had just spat out fake blood.

But his pale face and dejected aura made it evident that he was seriously injured.

He was surrounded by small shields as he coldly glanced at Wang Zijia, who was rushing towards him again. This time, without uttering any threats, his form quickly blurred.

"Heh! You want to flee now? Do you think my mastery in curse techniques is just for show?"

Upon seeing this, Wang Zijia wasn’t flustered at all.

He reached out with one hand, and a large net composed of golden silk threads materialized — it was the net of Karma inserted during his earlier steps in the void.

"Clang!"

Feng Yingzhong, who hadn’t completely phased out, solidified and fell out again.

"You!"

While Feng Yingzhong, the substitute for death, fluctuated between materialization and dematerialization amidst his shocked expression, he surged his mana and started to blur again, attempting to forcibly initiate another backup plan.

Wang Zijia immediately pressed his hands into the void, and a karma prison composed of golden silk threads quickly emerged.

The prison was not a physical lockup, but a combination of Seal Dao and Karma Dao, temporarily severing the enemy’s connection with the shadows trying to save their lives.

The vaporized Feng Yingzhong fully solidified and could no longer sense the presence of any avatars.

For the first time, panic appeared on his terrified face.

However, Wang Zijia did not give him any time to think and react.

His eyes shone with a brilliant golden light.

"Demon Eye: Soul Locking!"

A mysterious aura suddenly pierced through his shield, striking him and leaving him frozen for a moment.

"Sword Dao: Soaring Sword!"

In the next moment, the long sword transformed into five streams of light, shooting towards Feng Yingzhong like lightning.

Feng Yingzhong was suddenly attacked by the Way of the Heart, dazed for a moment. Fortunately, he was also a cultivator of illusion Dao due to which he recovered instantly after being frozen for a moment.

By this time, the flying swords had already rushed towards him. He mobilized all the spiritual light and mana in his body and poured it into the small shield in front of him.

"Ding ding dang!"

"Crack!"

Five long swords hit the shield simultaneously, making Feng Yingzhong feel as if he had been struck by thunder, seemingly surrounded and attacked by several God Monarchs at the same time.

The shield only lasted for an instant before it cracked open.

The five long swords pierced straight into his body.

"Bang!"

His body dissolved into an illusion once again, and a figure tumbled out awkwardly from more than a dozen feet away.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face was deathly pale and it was clear that he had used some life-saving technique.

But Wang Zijia, who was fully prepared, did not let the enemy catch his breath and his dark red flying sword transformed into a stream of light and rushed up again.

"Wait!"

The enemy seemed to want to say something.

However, Wang Zijia completely ignored him. The five long swords formed a pentagonal formation this time and directly surrounded Feng Yingzhong in the middle.

"Explode!"

In an instant, under the horrified gaze of Feng Yingzhong, the five dark red long swords underwent a startling explosion.

Scorching fire and sticky molten rock turned into a raging black ghost fog, engulfing the area within dozens of miles in an instant.

The extreme heat mixed with chilly ghost fog, continuously causing second-grade explosions of the crystals and third-grade explosions of mana.

Feng Yingzhong’s body had been on the verge of forming an illusion to save his life but failed to do so in time and was directly engulfed in the explosion.

"Bang bang!"

In the intermittent explosions, Feng Yingzhong’s body was blown to bits.

Dark red molten rock corroded the broken body like bone-maggots, completely eliminating the drive of the law of life.

"Shoo!"

In the next moment, an Infant God holding a short stick and protected by a small broken shield dashed out of the ghost fog and was about to escape toward the void far away.

However, the ghost fog had been prepared for this. The black fog suddenly contracted and formed an enormous mouth of an evil spirit that swallowed him whole.

"No!"

In his desperate outcry, the ghost fog slowly contracted and turned into a small dark red banner, grabbed by Wang Zijia in his hand.

With the ghost banner in his hand, Wang Zijia did not immediately relax. The gold silk threads in his hand emerged and his eyes hurtled runes like a waterfall, continuously inspecting and calculating!

"Phew!"

After a while, when Wang Zijia was thoroughly certain that he had sorted out this problem, he let out a long sigh.

’It wasn’t easy, this unpleasant freak is finally sorted out! God Monarchs are indeed difficult to deal with!’

’In the future, when encountering God Monarch enemies, I must strike like lightning, or silently sneak up on them. I absolutely cannot give the opponent enough time to prepare slowly. Surviving for hundreds of years as old monsters is too tricky!’

As these thoughts crossed Wang Zijia’s mind, he put away the ghost banner with a wave of his hand. He also collected the enemy’s corpse and storage ring.

At a distance, the crowd of spectators, who watched a major Demon Dao cultivator being pressed down and quickly defeated by Wang Zijia, were all shocked.

At that moment, they realized that the rumors about Wang Zi of the Chu Family, the newly emerged God Monarch, were all true, and some of the rumors were even a little conservative!

This was not just some newly-promoted God Monarch; this was clearly an old monster who had survived for hundreds of years!

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After cleaning up the battlefield, Wang Zijia floated to the edge of the city and saluted the people.

Sheng Li, the Sheng family’s city lord who was in charge of the city, hurriedly returned the salute.

"This demon’s whereabouts are hard to determine. Today, I had to take action in this place to prevent any further complications and letting him escape. I apologize for any offense, and hope you will forgive me!" Wang Zijia said with politeness.

Being a novice in the Perfected, the city lord hastily said: "Hidden Vacuity God Monarch, you’re too kind. I, of course, understand. Your removing the menace for our Changbao is our good luck."

"Me being inexperienced, couldn’t assist you. If our family ancestor were here, he would definitely have stepped forward to help you!"

"Today I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I won’t bother you more! I will definitely visit Guangping Mansion when I have the time!"

"On behalf of my family ancestor, I will wait for you!" Amid his respectful expression, the city lord replied this.

Wang Zijia glanced at everyone, didn’t say much, and disappeared.

An invisible book flew directly into the market square in the city and disappeared into the eyebrow of a disciple from the Chu family in a shop.