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Chapter 1699 - 1024: Veteran Tyrant Knife_2

Chapter 1699: Chapter 1024: Veteran Tyrant Knife_2

The very foundation of this world was wailing.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of the void shattering was incessant, as if a gigantic pair of hands were tearing this world apart.

Where the Wolf Fang Club passed, the Great Taoist Rule was like a fragile spider web, snapping in an instant, dissolving into countless points of light and dissipating.

Countless stars were extinguished one by one, falling and crumbling into dust.

"Boom!"

All of this seemed to take a long time, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.

Before the club even arrived, the storm-like force of the swing surged forward like a tidal wave.

Jiang Hui’s hair was disheveled, his figure standing firm in the starry sky, immovable. The imperial robe fluttered within the gale of the swing, the cloak ripping and flapping like a solitary boat struggling against monstrous waves.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to act.

It’s just that at this moment, his own aura was completely locked on by the Phantom Primordial Ancestor. No matter how he twisted and turned, this swing would inevitably land on him.

Unable to dodge, he might as well face it head-on.

That was Jiang Hui’s nature; he wouldn’t engage in pointless actions that would only make him seem foolish and stupid.

At the very moment the club head was about to smash into his crown, a thin-as-cicada-wing Tyrant Knife slashed down from the world, blocking the blow with a "clang" right above Jiang Hui’s head, colliding with the pitch-black Wolf Fang Club.

The Tyrant Knife’s sturdiness was unquestionable.

Merely being an Immortal Emperor Level weapon, it had absorbed not less than three methods, in addition to countless heavenly materials, treasures, and rare Immortal Gold...

Yet even so.

That pitch-black Wolf Fang Club was equally extraordinary.

An immense force poured down, transmitted through the Tyrant Knife, flooding explosively into Jiang Hui’s shoulder blade region.

"Crack!"

Jiang Hui’s shoulder emitted a sound of overwhelming stress, and even the exaggerated defensive power brought by the Real Body of Pangu at its peak ascension couldn’t withstand the aftershock, causing his bones to fracture.

Blood and bone fragments exploded, crushed into pieces.

Jiang Hui’s expression remained unchanged, supremely indifferent, as if the injury had nothing to do with himself.

At the moment this club descended, the lock on him disappeared simultaneously, and he swiftly retreated while slashing out with the Tyrant Knife, severing the left shoulder that had been shattered.

Black threads like spider webs coiled around it, representing the primordial level of mysterious power attempting to corrupt his flesh and Primordial Spirit through his blood.

This mysterious power originated from the Phantom Primordial Ancestor, stemming from the original material of the early mysteries. Even Jiang Hui, with a slight mistake, could be polluted and eroded.

With the severed arm tossed aside, regeneration was rapid. He strode forward, secure as if on a warhorse, grasping the fallen Tyrant Knife, roaring in rage. The brilliance reaching an extreme, like an overturned horizon connecting the sea and sky. Silver radiance rippled, with unparalleled sharpness, Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s blood and bone scattered and descended, flying across the universe, corroding the void, like a massive ulcer growing on flesh.

The Phantom Primordial Ancestor was annoyed. Such injuries could not genuinely harm him, let alone; even if fallen, he could revive under the blessing of the True Ancestor.

The annoyance came from the fact that even the unification of ten ancestors offered no significant advantage.

Since their inception until now, they were like towering suns high above the heavens, yet even combined, they could not suppress a single person definitively.

This was a form of defeat.

Then, both sides entered an unprecedented fierce battle, abandoning any flashy attack maneuvers, engaging in close-quarter combat, where every punch and palm could instantly obliterate countless small worlds.

Blood splattered, Imperial Blood flowing. Jiang Hui was embroiled in an unprecedented arduous battle, as the fused might of the ten ancestors was exceedingly powerful, seemingly nearly exceeding the Sacrifice Path realm.

The clanging of metal resonated, the Tyrant Knife was extremely sharp, possessing unparalleled growth attributes, with no upper limit, forcibly slicing a segment off the Wolf Fang Club.

The heavy, large piece of black iron flew across. The Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s thoughts moved, instantly summoning it back. Such level of weapons, even broken, could instantly fuse.

But at this moment.

"Buzz!"

The Tyrant Knife emitted a tremor, like a large dog thrilled at discovering a long-treasured bone, drooling in excitement.

Then, a pitch-black slit suddenly appeared above the blade, from which two rows of sharp teeth quickly grew, flashing with golden radiance.

The severed black Wolf Fang Club had not yet hit the ground when a grotesque long tongue suddenly shot out from a gaping mouth, whisking it away in a flash.

Though this fragment of the dismembered Wolf Fang Club lacked any Great Taoist patterns, it was even more terrifying. The same living being desperately resisted, yet was uncontrollably drawn toward the gaping maw.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

Soon, a horrifying chewing sound emanated from the gaping mouth, like some ancient and utterly ferocious creature gnawing on prey, its savagery unparalleled.

Very quickly, as the sound continued, the mysterious luster on the surface of the black Wolf Fang Club rapidly dimmed. Its mystical qualities vanished, the surface became lifeless, turning gray and dull,

Furthermore, rust began to spread rapidly across the Wolf Fang Club’s surface. In the blink of an eye, this once extremely hard weapon, which had buried countless supreme beings, turned into a pile of worthless scrap, spat back out.

At this moment, the Tyrant Knife, having devoured the Wolf Fang Club fragment, quietly underwent a transformation.

The blade, originally as thin as a cicada’s wing, gradually acquired a heavy, ancient aura. The blade’s patterns writhed as if animated, seemingly awakening some primeval power.

Around the blade, ripples spread through the space, with the void being reshaped wherever it passed, becoming increasingly solid and robust.

The Tyrant Knife’s aura grew deeper, like a towering monument spanning heaven and earth. Its low hum resonated with the cosmos, transcending the category of weapons, nearing the path of the Tao.

The faces of the Phantom Primordial Ancestors changed drastically.

They could clearly sense that the aura of the Wolf Fang Club fragment had completely vanished, leaving not a trace. This weapon, which had buried countless supreme beings, was now genuinely deteriorated beyond repair.

"This... How is this possible?!"

The voice of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor quivered with disbelief. They had never imagined that such a mysterious existence capable of devouring their weapons and even erasing them utterly could exist in the world.

For a moment, all the Phantom Primordial Ancestors gazed oddly at the nearly invisible Tyrant Knife suspended above Jiang Hui’s head, eyes filled with an unprecedented greed.

"This knife possesses such terrifying devouring ability. If we could harness it, our power would surely rise to new heights!"

"Seize this knife!"

The voice of the Phantom Primordial Ancestor was manic as they retracted the Wolf Fang Club and launched a massive Fist Seal at Jiang Hui.

Jiang Hui was somewhat disappointed; it wouldn’t take much, just devouring the entire Wolf Fang Club could perhaps genuinely elevate the Tyrant Knife to a Divine Weapon comparable to the Tao.

However, the Phantom Primordial Ancestors weren’t foolish. Witnessing the Tyrant Knife’s ability firsthand, they decisively abandoned the advantage of weapons.

He should have controlled the Tyrant Knife to slash off more pieces, but the situation was sudden. If he hadn’t first devoured a piece, he might not have devoured any at all.

While the Phantom Primordial Ancestors abandoned the sharpness of their weapons, Jiang Hui would not.

The Tyrant Knife was like a living soul, merging with Jiang Hui, truly as one with him, requiring no control to autonomously strike.

"Just a dead end."

The Phantom Primordial Ancestor roared; the Tyrant Knife’s mystical reach exceeded their imagination, and their Divine Thoughts couldn’t control it.

Moreover, it was the first time they had seen a weapon execute actions without the master’s control to this extent.

In such a Realm of mysterious ways, all external objects would lose their spirit, but the knife remained as slippery as an eel.

He glowed all over, emitting immeasurable radiance. The mysterious light boiled, and the mysterious Tao patterns spread across the void, attempting to forcibly suppress the Tyrant Knife.

Jiang Hui charged directly out, activating the Dharma Manifestation Heaven and Earth, monumental and immortal, even more mysterious. Amidst the all-encompassing Heavenly Tribulation, the power to devour the sky and eat the earth erupted. At the moment the mysterious light spread, he forcibly tore off the Phantom Primordial Ancestor’s arms.

The Tyrant Knife struck from all sides while Jiang Hui engaged in melee combat with it.

"Boom!"

A sinister spear pierced through Jiang Hui’s abdomen, shattering his internal organs, but the Phantom Primordial Ancestor fared no better, their head smashed from above, blood and bones flying. Simultaneously, the Tyrant Knife swiftly slashed again, severing one of its legs.

The Phantom Primordial Ancestor was utterly enraged, feeling as if his fists were landing on cotton, powerless.

"Bang!"

Another collision of blood and flesh.

Both were simultaneously sent flying, tearing through the void, the Phantom Primordial Ancestor splitting into ten figures, gazing at Jiang Hui with savage, serious eyes.

No words were spoken.

Because an unimaginable roar came from afar, as if something boundless was being moved.

The next moment.

Behind the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors, a highland appeared...