Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 13: Cultivators in the End of Dharma Era, Intense Battle of Magic

The execution token landed on the ground!

The executioner on the execution platform, holding a ghost-head knife, spat a mouthful of liquor onto the blade, the strong liquor washing the cold blade.

The gleaming blade fell to the man's neck.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a shocking change occurred.

A bolt of lightning seemed to strike from the clear sky, landing with a 'crack' on the executioner's ghost-head blade, sending sparks flying across the blade.

The executioner trembled as he was struck and fell backward to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

This astonishing scene immediately caused an uproar and panic among the people.

Zhao Wuji nearly choked on a mouthful of strong liquor, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Because he noticed that the Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness had suddenly stirred abruptly the instant the lightning appeared.

Amidst the rioting crowd, someone cried out in panic, "The Holy Mother has appeared! This is a bolt of lightning from heaven, she didn't want this brave man to die, the heavens are furious, there's an injustice!"

"Take him down! Take down that charlatan who spreads heresy!"

The chief executioner on the execution ground quickly stood up and shouted loudly. He was also shocked and angry at this moment, having never seen such a scene before.

But he acted decisively and quickly grabbed another token with the character "斩" (meaning "to cut off").

"Execute swiftly! Execute immediately!"

As soon as the second execution token landed, a second executioner stepped onto the execution platform, raised his executioner's blade, and brought it down again.

However, another shocking event occurred: a huge fireball suddenly fell from mid-air on the opposite side, slamming into the executioner and causing the executioner's blade to miss its mark again, instead striking the burly man's shackles.

"Heaven is angry!"

"The Holy Mother has appeared!"

At this point, the surrounding crowd erupted in uproar and panic.

Even those who do not believe in ghosts and gods have no choice but to believe at this moment that the Supreme Holy Mother has manifested her power and this person must not be killed.

Sitting in the restaurant, Zhao Wuji could see it clearly this time.

The massive fireball erupted from a pavilion opposite the execution ground, and a figure could be vaguely seen disappearing quickly.

"Hmm? The Supreme Sect actually dared to make a move, and with such astonishing methods."

He was quite surprised, and his blood even seemed to boil for a moment.

I never expected to witness such a supernatural situation today. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the work of immortals. Even he doesn't know how to play with lightning and fireballs.

Could it be that the Supreme Holy Mother of the Supreme Sect is a true enlightened immortal?
His eyes churned with turmoil, but his face remained as calm as an ancient well, continuing to observe with composure and refusing to put himself in danger.

After the fireball passed, the chief executioner turned pale with fright, and the deputy executioner immediately threw out the third execution token.

However, before the token could even land, it was pierced by a swiftly shot arrow.

The burly man on the execution platform leaped up, broke free of his shackles, and rushed towards the panicked crowd with lightning speed, shouting.

"Unsurpassed protection, Heaven has not forsaken me! The Xuan Emperor is tyrannical, indiscriminately killing loyal and virtuous officials!"

Some in the crowd echoed, shouting, "The Xuanhuang Emperor is tyrannical; only the Supreme Holy Mother can protect the world!"

boom! ——

The crowd pushed and shoved, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.

"The thief is looking for death!"

"I'll make sure you scoundrels die without a burial place!"

At this moment, two ghostly figures suddenly appeared, one of them blocking the fleeing brute.

One person charged into the crowd and instantly strangled two people who were shouting.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, someone in the crowd released a cold arrow, and several agile figures rushed out, unleashing a powerful aura. They were clearly the Wushang Sect demons who had been lying in ambush.

Seeing this chaotic scene, Zhao Wuji's brows furrowed, and he thought to himself that the Supreme Sect was truly powerful and insane.

Knowing that the imperial palace was full of experts, and even rumored that the Imperial Preceptor Fang Shiyu possessed immortal arts and might be an enlightened cultivator in the Dharma-ending Age.

The Supreme Sect still dared to forcibly seize the execution ground, which was truly audacious.

However, the lightning and fireballs that the Supreme Sect just displayed did indeed demonstrate their abilities.

But Zhao Wuji, after calmly analyzing the situation, also noticed something amiss. The spellcaster was probably not the Supreme Holy Mother; her skills seemed to be lacking, as the power of the lightning and fireballs was too weak.

Of the two executioners who were struck, one was instantly killed by the lightning, while the other, who was hit by the fireball, was still screaming and rolling on the ground, not dying immediately.

While this level of damage is considerable and poses a threat to martial artists at the Meridian Opening Realm, it's nothing to grandmasters who have materialized their inner force; they can withstand it by unleashing their inner force to protect themselves.

If it were truly authentic immortal techniques, even a master in the mortal realm would probably not be able to withstand a single blow.

Upon observing this, Zhao Wuji was both puzzled and somewhat disappointed.

Has the Supreme Sect hidden its strength, or has it truly run out of ideas?

Just then, the sky outside the distant city suddenly burst into flames.

The clouds swirled like a millstone, sometimes collapsing into a dark gap, sometimes bursting forth with rosy light like tearing silk.

As Zhao Wuji looked in that direction, he heard a series of rumbling sounds coming from afar, like the sound of rolling thunderstones colliding.

In an instant, it drowned out the uproar and commotion of the many people in the city, leaving them all bewildered and unaware of what had happened.

"A battle of gods?"

Zhao Wuji's expression changed, and he could no longer sit still. He jumped up and went to the window, looking towards the direction from which the sound was coming from outside the city.

But then, a number of startled birds took flight in the sky, and the dreamlike light and shadow gradually dissipated as the clouds rolled in, coming and going quickly, as if it were all just an illusion.

Zhao Wuji stared blankly in that direction, unable to see anyone, but his heart pounded like a drum, unable to calm down for a long time, and his blood was boiling.

If the cause of this momentum is the Supreme Sect and the royal family, then it is enough to prove that even the depletion of spiritual energy in the Dharma-ending Age cannot stop the progress of cultivators.

He had previously suspected that someone in the royal family or the Supreme Sect might have attained enlightenment and possessed immortal cultivation, enabling them to perform magic like him.

But he had never seen it with his own eyes, only heard some unsubstantiated rumors about Master Fang.

But today, his wish has come true.

It was as if a celestial path, which had always been obscured, had gradually become clear after the clouds and mist parted.

At this time, a large number of city guards had rushed to the execution ground to provide support.

Zhao Wuji snapped out of his daze, looked at the scene at the execution ground, and shook his head with a sigh.

Although the Supreme Sect stirred up some trouble this time, it still suffered heavy casualties.

The battle outside the city also fell silent.

The Supreme Mother has most likely retreated; the fact that the other party did not enter the city clearly indicates that they are still wary.

That brute, Protector Xu, will most likely not be able to escape either.

However, this rescue at the execution ground did indeed have some significance for the Supreme Sect.

He at least made a divine display before the eyes of many people in the capital, planting a seed in their hearts.

This seed may one day sprout in the hearts of some people.

Zhao Wuji observed for a long time.

It wasn't until after a cup of tea that he witnessed the brute Xu Hufa being beheaded in the execution ground, with several Wushang Sect demons accompanying him in death.

More eunuchs and soldiers pursued the enemy towards the outskirts of the city.

The execution ground became quiet for a moment, leaving only a pile of corpses and a group of terrified executioners who hurriedly retreated.

“No one left”

Zhao Wuji stared intently at the corpse of Protector Xu with his deep, dark eyes.

After struggling with the decision for a moment, I ultimately chose to give up.

He just wanted to come and see what the fuss was about.

But when the Supreme Sect's lightning fireball erupted just now, it aroused the Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Adding to the mix is ​​Master Yang, who holds the Yellow Court Classic but whose whereabouts are unknown. He actually wanted to use the Spirit Communication Technique to quietly approach the brute's corpse, examine the other's ghostly memories, and unravel some mysteries.

However, the immortal techniques displayed by the two forces during their clash made him hesitant to act rashly.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sounds of fighting coming from a building that looked like an inn not far away.

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred. He walked to the window and observed for a moment, then threw a piece of silver on the table and walked out of the restaurant into the alley.

He raised his hand and flicked out a golden needle, which, along with thread, was nailed to the eaves of the opposite pavilion.

His figure flashed like a ghost, using his family's needle-flying movement technique to pull the thread away. Just before landing, he unleashed another needle-thread across the air, making it seem as if he were floating in mid-air.
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