Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1374: 740: A Win Is a Win
“To use one object as a facade for another?! What a magnificent Wood Escape Divine Ability!” Ying Luochong remarked, his voice filled with sudden praise.
While Zhao San Yue’s maneuvers were enough to baffle every Divinity Transformation junior present, they held no secrets from the gathered Half-Immortals of the Void.
“I disagree! To my eyes, the technique she employed was the Shifting Flower and Wood. It simply appears she has mastered it to the peak realm,” Qian Luolie countered, shaking his head with a scholarly air.
As he spoke, he directed an appreciative look toward the space behind a colossal silver-white pillar.
Emerging from behind that very pillar, Zhao San Yue appeared with a tranquil expression. She gave the Green Branch in her grip a gentle wave, causing several droplets of Jade Dew to fall instantly.
A dense fog immediately surged through the hall, blinding the majority of those watching.
Scanning the thick mist, Diwu Xuanye spoke in a low, resonant tone: “You should take pride in the fact that you have forced this old man to draw his second Divine Weapon!”
As his words fell, he swept his large hand outward, and a brilliant white light ascended behind him.
The sharp “zing” of a sword rang out!
Like a bolt of lightning, the white light circled the arena three times, shredding through the fog before coming to rest above his head. It revealed a peculiar long sword; the blade was as transparent as water and shimmered with a crystalline luster, yet its edges were lined with two rows of serrated teeth that glowed with an ominous, blood-red light.
A sudden “whoosh” echoed.
A malevolent wind swept through the grand hall, accompanied by a suffocating aura of blood and evil.
Standing nearby, Zhao Qingfeng’s vision was stained red, as if he had been transported to a realm of corpses and gore. A wave of nausea hit him, and he instinctively felt the urge to retch.
He was not alone in his distress; other Divinity Transformation True Monarchs frowned and gripped their chests, quickly looking away from the Night Demon Sword to avoid its influence.
Noticing this, Zhao Sheng’s brow furrowed. With a flick of his mind, he dispelled the surrounding Evil Thought, allowing Zhao Qingfeng’s senses to clear.
“He has finally... revealed his true power, the Night Demon Sword. That Alien Demon Divine Weapon must be starving for the blood of his enemies!” a Divinity Transformation True Monarch from the Ying Family whispered, his face etched with terror.
The Night Demon Sword was a legendary Divine Weapon of the Alien Demon Clan, specifically forged to hunt the Primordial Spirits of foes. It was notorious for being Ethereal and Elusive.
Since Diwu Xuanye laid claim to it, countless Divinity Transformations of the same rank had fallen to its blade, cementing his terrifying status through these bloody feats.
“Demon Light Punishing God, strike!” Diwu Xuanye barked, pointing sharply toward Zhao San Yue’s position.
A low buzzing vibrated through the air!
The Night Demon Sword turned into a streak of white radiance, vanishing entirely from the perception of everyone present!
In the following breath,
Zhao San Yue’s complexion turned pale, though her skin remained as fair as jade. Despite being targeted by such a sudden strike, she showed no trace of alarm.
Bam!
Her body suddenly disintegrated, sending large shards of wood flying in every direction.
At the same time, a beam of white light shot out from the wooden debris, retreating to hover over Diwu Xuanye’s head. The Night Demon Sword reappeared in its true form, buzzing incessantly as if it were disoriented.
Diwu Xuanye’s expression soured as he realized something was wrong. Through his Divine Thought, he sensed that the mist was now filled with numerous powerful auras, all of which felt identical to “Zhao San Yue.”
Vague shadows danced within the fog, making it impossible for him to identify her “True Body.”
“This... how is this possible!” Diwu Xuanye felt the situation was preposterous. He could hardly accept that a mere Divinity Transformation novice was pushing him into such a corner.
He refused to admit that her strength or Divine Skills could possibly outmatch his own.
“Night Demon Sword, Killing Life Saber... go!”
In a fit of fury, Diwu Xuanye roared. The two high-grade treasure weapons at his side lunged into the mist like lightning, slicing through every silhouette in the blink of an eye.
The images popped like bubbles, yet even more “silhouettes” manifested within the fog. They possessed the tenacity of hardy weeds and trees, their Life Force seemingly endless!
Meanwhile, the mist began to take on a verdant tint. Countless white fluffs drifted through the air, scattering everywhere.
Bam bam bam!
As the treasure weapons continued to strike down the shadows, rows of willow trees exploded into splinters. The green hue deepened, and the amount of flying fluff in the fog grew exponentially.
In moments, the fluff became inexhaustible, regenerating as fast as it was destroyed!
Witnessing this chilling display, Diwu Xuanye grew increasingly frantic, his composure nearly breaking.
Casting all caution aside, a violent black light erupted from his body. He screamed: “Third Divine Weapon, Yin Yang Swallowing Spirit Ring! Manifest—”
However, before he could finish his command, a delicate, pale fist punched out from the fog, striking the back of his head without a sound.
This strike was a masterstroke of timing. It not only broke Diwu Xuanye’s concentration but left him dazed, with stars dancing before his eyes!
A wheel of black and white light began to emerge from his chest, only to flicker and retreat back inside. His Black Armor shook violently, radiating a blinding black light.
A heavy “boom” followed.
The black light shattered, and a cloud of white fluff dispersed. Some of it blended back into the fog, while other pieces silently drifted into Diwu Xuanye’s orifices. He remained entirely unaware that the fluff had already penetrated his body.
Though these events occurred with the speed of a pouncing falcon, they were clearly seen by the Half-Immortals of the Void.
Di Wuque’s face was dark and grim, his temper on the verge of exploding.
In contrast, Zhao Sheng maintained a silent smile, calmly pouring himself another serving of Spiritual Wine.
The other Half-Immortals of the Void wore varying expressions, all of them casting looks of curiosity toward Zhao San Yue.
At that moment, the Marquis of Wind, Jie Xing, gave a dark, mocking chuckle, speaking in a biting tone: “Heh heh, it looks like someone is about to lose!”