fifth form

Chapter 3374 Bad Luck Strikes
The fighting in the private room was extremely fast-paced, and very few cultivators could keep up with the rhythm.

In short distances, the new emperor was undoubtedly the fastest, even Zhang Xuezhou, who was skilled at flying and sprinting, was a step slower.

To Zhang Xuezhou's surprise, Gongsun Hong also rushed into the side room during this short period of time.

No different from the new emperor and others, the opponent's magic had been prepared for a long time.

The Corpse-Leaping School's Southern Bright Fire Technique, used to overcome superiors, emitted a faint blue light, which then clung to the Dao Lord's Yang Soul Body and continued to burn.

Daojun initially remained silent, but when the Yang Soul Body was nearly shattered, he seemed to suddenly realize the trouble, and for the first time, a trace of fear appeared in the eyes on the Yang Soul Body.

The flames transformed into a raging inferno the moment Yang Po's body was crushed, quickly creating an explosive effect. The flames of Nanming Fire turned into a rain of fire, pelting everyone like a torrential downpour.

This kind of yin fire has a limited temperature, and the flames can only burn things like hair and clothes. The burning speed is very slow, but it is like cooking oil over a raging fire when dealing with yin-type techniques.

As if stimulated by the Southern Bright Fire, Tian Fen's yang spirit let out a shrill cry.

Zhang Xuezhou snapped out of his daze, recovering from the shock of the Nanming Fire explosion. He saw a thin flame burning like a fuse towards the window and then quickly extending to the horizon.

"rise!"

With a soft cry, his body floated outside the room and quickly flew up.

He took off at a height of just over ten meters, his arms emerging like jade-colored feathers. With a swift movement of his arms, his body soared into the sky like lightning.

As previously predicted, Nanming Fire can counter Yangpo Transformation Technique and even track down the original body.

Zhang Xuezhou had had enough of living in hiding and was clearly unwilling to leave any future trouble.

The jade wings vibrated continuously at a high frequency, the Wind-Avoiding Technique circulated, and the extremely fast flight kept tracking the little blue light ahead.

With the Wind-Avoiding Technique in hand, Zhang Xuezhou experienced almost no wind resistance when he flew. At this moment, he rarely felt a sharp pain in his body as if cut by a knife. The extremely fast flight that pierced through space turned ordinary wind and waves into a fierce wind that cut through his body.

This also corresponds to his maximum speed; Zhang Xuezhou was even constantly approaching the burning Nanming Fire that was rushing towards Daojun's true form.

As long as Daojun's consciousness withdraws from his physical body, the other party will not be able to shake off this Southern Bright Fire.

If Daojun dissipates his consciousness but retains his physical body, then that physical body lacking consciousness becomes meaningless.

No matter what choice Daojun makes, the other party cannot escape the trauma caused by Nanming Fire.

If Daojun didn't have any powerful cultivators protecting him, Zhang Xuezhou would inevitably have to deliver the final blow.

He's a bit weak in direct combat, but Zhang Xuezhou is quite good at finishing off opponents. In any case, it's not a big deal for him to be bullied when he's down on his luck.

Swooping through the darkness, Zhang Xuezhou's flight time was not long.

Beneath a dark cliff, the flames of the Southern Ming dynasty flashed and disappeared, followed by an uncontrollable cry of pain.

The jade wings retracted and it plummeted rapidly, a red light quickly appearing in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.

"You're too slow in releasing your throwing knife technique!"

The flying knife, which Zhang Xuezhou had previously been unable to dodge even when using his 'fast and slow' control, was now only barely dodged by him; the red light grazed his face.

The red light from the blade still carried a hint of heat, making Zhang Xuezhou's face, which had been buffeted by the wind, feel warm.

He kicked the ground hard, sending stones flying.

A dull thud echoed from below the cliff, and Zhang Xuezhou finally confirmed that Daojun was truly beyond saving.

The powerful strike, delivered with all his might by his soul returning to his body, failed to kill Zhang Xuezhou; the opponent couldn't even dodge a single stone.

"You are very arrogant. You don't have any venerable ones protecting you, or rather, you have no friends. You have never trusted anyone else to protect your physical body!"

Even after a stone struck Daojun, Zhang Xuezhou didn't rush to get closer.

He talked a lot of nonsense, but Zhang Xuezhou knew very well that too much talk leads to mistakes. While spouting nonsense, he also looked for something to throw from a distance. Four stones were thrown in quick succession, and Daojun groaned as he began to cough up blood.

The backlash from the Southern Bright Fire made the great cultivators of the Corpse-like Sect behave themselves, and even the Dao Lord had become easy prey.

“I didn’t understand your actions before, but I have met some elderly cultivators. These people are stubborn and difficult to change. Unless someone with greater strength and influence suppresses them, they are like unyielding stones, with no other thought but their own interests!”

Zhang Xuezhou walked slowly.

It's like an ordinary person facing a venomous snake who would have to keep hitting it with stones before daring to approach.

He was no different from Daojun in the present moment, spouting nonsense as he stepped to the edge of the cliff and picked a protruding rock with his hand.

The force of his right hand throwing the stone was obviously greater than the destructive power of kicking it with his leg. With his eyes closed and trembling as he looked at Daojun who was leaning against the cliff, he did not hesitate to throw the stone in his hand.

With a dull thud, accompanied by the purple aura emanating from Daojun's body, the stone fell to the ground without any surprise. However, the impact of the blunt weapon on Daojun was not completely eliminated, and he coughed up blood repeatedly as he leaned against the edge of the cliff.

"Unfortunately, I have no power to change you, nor can I change the fate of those who died in the North, much less save those soldiers who were cooked!"

The stone's impact did not kill Dao Jun, but Zhang Xuezhou could increasingly sense the decline of Dao Jun's life.

The other party's wounded posture was undeniable, and Zhang Xuezhou could even roughly sense when Zhijun would be hammered to death.

See you in the next life!

The clearer Zhang Xuezhou's perception became, the faster he smashed stones from afar.

From initially being cautious and tentative, to throwing with force using his right hand, he maintained an increasingly faster throwing speed.

Dozens of nearby stones that were easy to remove missed their mark, and the Daoist's lower body was almost completely covered by the rubble.

Amidst the dull thuds, Daojun coughed up blood repeatedly, eventually vomiting up water and food from his stomach as well.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that the situation was vaguely familiar, but he did not stop.

"Using blood as a catalyst is useless. He won't get close enough to give you a chance to unleash a blood curse. Instead, he'll just smash you to death with stones!"

Zhang Xuezhou threw the egg-sized stone in his hand again, and heard a sigh.

His gaze sharpened, and then he frowned.

"You're not here to break up a fight, are you?"

Zhang Xuezhou kept a close eye on Nan Minghuo during the pursuit, and his speed reached its limit. By the time he caught up, he was dressed in rags and didn't care about the area he was in.

It wasn't until a beautiful woman appeared between him and Daojun that Zhang Xuezhou realized their approximate location.

Daojun did not respond to Wudang Shengmu's words, but Zhang Xuezhou took the initiative to ask.

It would be difficult for a non-offensive cultivator like him to kill a Dao Lord, and if the Holy Mother of Wudang were to take his side, achieving his goal would be even more difficult.

“He released the Seven Arrows of Nailhead to His Majesty. I have no choice but to fight today. If you try to pull me in this way, it will put me in a difficult position. After His Majesty dies, things will not be peaceful for you either!” Zhang Xuezhou said.

"That little emperor of Han who was cursed to death? Daoist, who tricked you? How could you curse an emperor who practices the art of destiny?" The Holy Mother of Wudang exclaimed in astonishment, "Qin's Ying Zheng changed the art of destiny. If the outcome of battles is not determined by destiny, whoever kills these emperors will inevitably be cursed. Even Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King who was as brave as Chi You, did not have a good end when he did such a thing. His death was so tragic that his bones were buried in five different places!"

"I...I...he was just a swordsman back then...ugh~"

Having his trump card of using curses to counterattack exposed by the Holy Mother of Wudang, and knowing that Zhang Xuezhou would definitely keep his distance and try to kill him with a stone, Daojun's feelings were indescribable.

He struggled to lift his head and look at the Holy Mother of Wudang and Zhang Xuezhou, the tearing and burning pain in his body piercing him.

A burning sensation in his stomach and the feeling of food regurgitation surged up, and Daojun couldn't stop his body from collapsing out of control, resulting in another bout of vomiting.

As the Holy Mother of Wudang said, he had offended the plague god and killed the most troublesome group of cultivators.