Meng Shaobai tore apart the white cloud with one sword strike and proudly walked in. Pointing his sword at Fang Han and Star Cloud Baby, he displayed unparalleled arrogance. His entire person brimmed with sharp vigor, erupting like the morning sun. Just relying on his imposing aura, he seemed ready to tear apart the firmament and shift the sun and moon. Relying on this surge of sharp vigor, he was simply unstoppable. Anyone would have to willingly concede defeat; no one possessed an aura as sharp and piercing as his.
Fang Han had seen quite a few people overflowing with genius, but he had never seen a single one like Meng Shaobai.
Standing there, no matter when, Meng Shaobai gave people a flavor of fearing to do nothing, finding nothing impossible, and being absolutely lawless.
Lawless, completely unrestrained, audacious to the extreme, firmly believing that he could conquer everything. This was the spirit and imposing aura that Meng Shaobai was continuously emitting at all times.
However, Fang Han felt a bit disgusted. Frowning slightly, he said, "We are fellow sect members. Fighting each other outside, what does that look like? If we want to fight, we must abide by sect rules and go to the Heaven Punishment Platform in the Heavenly Palace. As for you saying Star Cloud Baby commits outrages, that is utter nonsense. At a Treasure Selling Conference, everyone trades treasures based on their financial power. Whoever has the money gets the treasure. Your financial power is inferior, so you claim others are committing outrages. What kind of logic is this? Does that mean I can curse you with the words, poor beggar?"
Although Fang Han spoke pleasantly without any sharp tone, every single word was like a sabre, spear, or sharp sword. Especially the last two words, "poor beggar", possessed enormous destructive power, making Meng Shaobai's complexion change upon hearing them.
Clap clap clap clap clap clap, clap clap clap clap clap!
Star Cloud Baby clapped his hands desperately, pointing at Meng Shaobai and saying, "Poor beggar, you are precisely a poor beggar. Can't afford to buy the treasure, so you come to commit highway robbery."
"Little brat!" Between Meng Shaobai's brows, a white glint flashed. Seemingly, a few extremely minute white threads flickered. Seeing this sight, Fang Han's eyes also shot out several blood threads.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle…
The minute blood light and the white glints collided in front of Star Cloud Baby, both dissolving into nothingness.
Fang Han's body made a faint sound, and he took a step back, whereas Meng Shaobai only slightly shifted his eyebrows. This immediately distinguished the superior from the inferior; Meng Shaobai's magic power was much stronger than Fang Han's.
But this was a matter of course. Meng Shaobai's cultivation surpassed the Golden Core; he was probably an expert at the eighth realm of Divine Ability, the "Wind and Fire Great Tribulation", while Fang Han was only at the fifth realm of Divine Ability, the "Heaven and Human Realm". Comparing the two, their realms differed by fully three levels. Every level was an insurmountable distance, let alone three?
However, Fang Han had just utilized the power of the "King of Blood Night", so he didn't let Meng Shaobai gain any advantage.
"King of Blood Night! Formidable, truly worthy of being a Dao Artifact! But it's nothing more than a lower-grade Dao Artifact. I would actually like to see the power of the legendary supreme-grade Dao Artifact 'Yellow Spring Diagram'. Summon it out." Meng Shaobai took a fierce step forward. His white clothes fluttered noisily, and wind and clouds surged around his body instantly. Fang Han immediately felt a sense of up and down being inverted, and left and right becoming chaotic.
"Chaotic Slaughter!"
Meng Shaobai looked majestic and imposing. As he slashed down with his sword, the sword momentum billowed to the heavens, inverting Yin and Yang, overturning the universe, enveloping both Fang Han and Star Cloud Baby within it. That sword qi vibrated in all directions, acting like a giant spinning sphere, violently spinning the people encased inside. Within an instant, it spun millions of times. Even people with greater divine abilities would become dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish north, south, east, or west.
The momentum of this sword strike was extremely formidable. This supreme divine ability had never existed in the Yuhua Sect because the Yuhua Sect was not a sword cultivation sect and did not place much emphasis on sword arts. The only Great Free Profound Metal Sword Qi emphasized the "Instant Kill Great Magic", focusing on killing the enemy with one strike and eliminating all flashy variations.
But Meng Shaobai's sword arts were absolutely different. It seemed he had inherited the ultimate skill of a certain ancient sword sect. Within its exquisite nature lay simplicity; within its profoundness lay plainness. It encompassed Yin and Yang, combining hardness and softness. The sword qi was particularly formidable, sharper than any Daoist Gang Qi, yet lingering like soft metal wrapping around fingers.
Facing this move, "Chaotic Slaughter", Fang Han was well-prepared. The moment the opponent's sword momentum activated and he felt extreme danger, the magic power in his mind wildly surged out, instantly executing various divine abilities.
First was the "Black Sun Wind Disaster", clusters of black storms spiraling and howling outward. Immediately following was the "Great Sun Fire Disaster", then the "Long Sky Seven True Fists", "Vajra Iron Bone Great Hand Seal"… divine abilities burst outward frantically.
"Pop!"
With just a single strike, these divine abilities crashed against Meng Shaobai's sword qi barrier. Some were crushed to pieces by the sword qi, while others slightly shook the barrier.
"Thinking you can trap me?"
Fang Han's inner thoughts did not waver. His two seas of consciousness exchanged with each other, operating the divine abilities extremely fast. The King of Blood Night transformed into a blood shadow, wrapping around him and Star Cloud Baby. Using the sabre light to forcibly clash with the sword qi, it broke open a small tear upon impact. He immediately executed the "Snake-Sparrow Roaming God Qi", sliding out from this extremely small gap.
"The divine abilities activated so fast!" Meng Shaobai was slightly started. He hadn't expected Fang Han's divine abilities to activate so quickly, simply within a fraction of a millisecond, as swift and fierce as thunder. He didn't know that Fang Han had cultivated the "Second Sea of Consciousness" within the "Panwu Great Power Divine Ability". The speed of executing divine abilities and his reaction speed had doubled compared to before. Furthermore, although his comprehension of the immortal realm was not successful, his spirit had been baptized, having already condensed the Fire of Spirit. This was an ability only possessed in the sixth realm, the Return to One Realm.
Having precisely this, as long as he had enough five elements origin energy to bring the Five Emperors Great Demon Divine Abilities to perfection one by one, he could enter the Return to One Realm without needing any other power. Because the realm was already comprehended, what was lacking now was merely origin energy.
If Fang Han fought against Wanluo now, he could match him equally without even using the King of Blood Night.
The "Power" in the Panwu Great Power Divine Ability was not simply interpreted as "strength" or "magic power", but included "intellectual power", "concentration power", "spiritual power", "vitality power"…
As Fang Han shuttled out with this move, the King of Blood Night shifted slightly, and another streak of sabre qi blasted out, slashing towards the back of Meng Shaobai's head.
At the same time, Fang Han's body swayed, transforming into tens of millions of blood-colored shadows, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was fake. This was the "True Form Phantom Art", which was especially formidable when executed during combat. Wanluo had nearly fallen for the trick of this divine ability.
"Between heaven and earth, there is always a thread of survival. This is called the number of the Great Evolution, where fifty lacks one to be dynamic. Only my Wusheng Slaughter Dao forcibly defies the heavens, extinguishing all vitality and snapping that thread; this is the sword of absolute slaughter! Using a person of absolute slaughter to create the momentum of absolute slaughter. Between heaven and earth, nothing can rival it!"
Right at this moment, Meng Shaobai suddenly turned, and his figure disappeared without a trace. It was unknown where he hid. Using a method of hiding to counter the boundless phantoms was simply fitting the situation perfectly. Just as he disappeared, millions of sword qi transmitted from the void, waving casually. Every streak of sword qi perfectly targeted one of Fang Han's phantoms, instantly slashing them all to extinction and dissipating them like smoke to thin air.
The divine ability of the "True Form Phantom Art" was broken just like that.
"Fang Han, what this person cultivates is the absolute slaughter sword art of the ancient sword sect, the Wusheng Sword Sect! All Dao cultivators believe that between heaven and earth, there is always a thread of survival, but the Wusheng Sword Sect does the exact opposite, never leaving any vitality. It is the same in how they conduct affairs. This is a sect that seems orthodox yet not orthodox, demonic yet not demonic. In ancient times, it was passed down to a single person per generation, but every generation's successor possessed world-shaking talents. One person, one sword, throwing heavenly secrets into chaos—when man emits killing intent, heaven and earth overturn! Later, because this sword sect was truly too defiant of the heavens, its inheritance was broken off. I didn't expect Meng Shaobai to have inherited the mantle of the Wusheng Sword Sect!"
"Yan" seemed to have recognized the ancient sword art Meng Shaobai was executing. Its powerful spirit transmitted into Fang Han's mind, warning him to be immensely careful.
The Wusheng Sword Sect.
Meaning not a trace of vitality.
The Dao of absolute slaughter.
Thus to others, and thus to oneself.
In this brief moment of trance, the "True Form Phantom Art" was broken, leaving Fang Han's single real physical body in the air. Meng Shaobai suddenly appeared secretively, thrusting a sword over.
Puff puff puff puff puff…
Sword light struck over like a flurry of spring rain. Fang Han abruptly felt that all between heaven and earth was filled with vibrant and charming spring rain. It was as if he were situated in a secluded small pavilion, listening to the spring rain at night, with vitality springing up everywhere. A feeling of wanting to intoxicate oneself suddenly arose.
"Not good!" Fortunately, his cultivation was profound. Under this momentary intoxication, an intense feeling of crisis surged from the deepest part of his inner heart. He saw a streak of sword light, like the blazing morning sun, continuously expanding before his eyes. A boundless ocean of sword qi seemed about to drown him. Totally shredding him.
In the moment Fang Han lost his focus, Meng Shaobai's sword broke through the blood light of the King of Blood Night, killing towards his main body.
Such sword arts simply startled the heavens and made gods weep!
It was also Fang Han's first time witnessing such an unstoppable, universe-overturning absolute slaughter sword dao. But after all, he was a figure who had experienced hundreds of battles, had been trapped in the "Taiyuan Immortal Mansion" for eighteen years chatting and discussing the Dao with a mysterious person, and comprehended all sorts of secretive methods. In the moment the crisis arrived, hanging by a thread, his spirit concentrated highly. The sword momentum before him slowed down in his eyes. Dingdong! A wisp of the Fire of Spirit abruptly erupted in his mind.
Instantly, all the magic power in his mind fiercely began to burn.
"Break for me!"
In an instant, his figure changed continuously, like a giant tree blown by a fierce wind, a hundred branches shaking, causing every pierce of Meng Shaobai's sword to strike empty air. Subsequently, his palm flicked upward, and the King of Blood Night completely transformed into a Great Hand Seal, dripping with fresh blood. Within it, countless evil ghosts howled and cried, accompanied by the sounds of cuckoos weeping blood and apes wailing. Weeping blood with every sound, it struck towards Meng Shaobai's main body.
Weeping Blood Great Hand Seal, an attack method transformed by the King of Blood Night.
Meng Shaobai's body flashed outward, instantly transforming into a faint shadow. The sword in his hand completely merged as one with his body. The amalgamation of sword and body, indestructible, causing the Weeping Blood Great Hand Seal to strike nothing. However, his body appeared like a ghostly spirit at the back of Fang Han's head. The sword qi was sinister, pointing straight at the jade pillow acupoint at the back of his head. It seemingly intended to pierce through Fang Han's mind with this single sword.
As this sword just struck out, a vast and demonic suction force transmitted from the sword, creating various formless whirlpools in the surrounding void. With the tip of the sword as the origin, all space, time, light rays, and origin energy collapsed inward. It seemed as if his single sword strike had sucked this piece of void completely dry.
Such sword arts!
Fully worthy of being called "Wusheng" (Lifeless).
Without a trace of vitality. Not giving a person a single trace of survival.