Immortals of the End Times

After noticing the warning array that appeared at the entrance of the grotto.

Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly as he handed the array plate to Wang Zheng for inspection.

Wang Zheng's expression changed slightly. Based on his experience as a direct descendant of the Wang family, he immediately recognized the markings on the array plate.

“This is the mark of the Immortal Martial Sect.” Wang Zheng said solemnly, “The Immortal Martial Sect is one of the four hegemonic immortal sects in Southern Chu State. It specializes in the cultivation of martial arts and the path of human immortality. There are many powerful people in the sect, and its actions are extremely domineering.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the array plate, his tone growing increasingly solemn: "By planting this early warning array plate here, they are announcing to the world that this place is already theirs, and no one else is allowed to touch it!"

"Oh?" Zhao Wuji's lips curled up slightly upon hearing this, revealing a playful smile. "You can't even break the formation, and you can't even get the inheritance, yet you dare to shamelessly claim land and treasure?"

Wang Zheng hurriedly reminded him: "My lord, the Immortal Martial Sect has a profound foundation. Currently, there are at least two Golden Core cultivators in the sect, one is the sect leader and the other is the Supreme Elder."

His tone was solemn: "Even in this degenerate age, the combat power of a martial arts immortal is extremely terrifying!"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, his gaze profound: "Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. In that case, let's finish this quickly, take the inheritance, and leave."

He knew in his heart that a dominant power on a continent was not a small-time entity like the Four Kingdoms of Tiannan.

The Immortal Martial Sect is a behemoth comparable to the Wang family of Beiyun Dizhou and the Penglai Sword Pavilion of Donghai Yizhou, with a foundation so deep it is unfathomable.

Although not as transcendent as the Qilin Sword Sect, it is still a giant in the Nine Provinces, with a great deal of influence.

Avoiding it if possible is the best policy!
He immediately said to Wang Zheng and Wei Ding in a deep voice, "You two will protect the Dharma outside. If you encounter enemies, use formations to deal with them and do not reveal the Wang family's identity." He glanced at Wang Zheng, "The Double Pupil Secret Technique will be sealed away for now."

Wang Zheng clasped his hands in agreement, his spiritual light receding, but the magic sword at his waist had already been activated.

Wei Ding swallowed the Qi Gathering Pill he had just obtained, and his withered face regained color. He forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji nodded, made a hand seal, and arranged some more methods. With a wave of his hand, array flags flew out.

A nine-palace interlocking sealing formation was set up at the entrance of the grotto.

The moment he stepped into the passageway, the array behind him suddenly closed.

Inside the deep passage, the "Ten Dragons Playing with Phoenix" needle pattern, as recorded in the "Golden Chamber Acupuncture Record," extends along the stone walls on both sides.

Every ten steps forward, a dragon scale crystal is embedded in the hole.

Zhao Wuji used a golden needle to puncture the crystal to verify his bloodline. The crystal turned into dust one after another, leaving a winding trail of light behind him.

As we ventured deeper into the grotto.

In an instant, the suppressive power of the Spirit-Sealing Array swept over his entire body like a raging torrent, and the spiritual power and bloodlust within his body instantly solidified, as if he were firmly imprisoned by invisible shackles.

"What a desolate place!"

His eyes flickered slightly, and he had already seen through the mystery.

This spirit-suppressing array is connected to the core of the inheritance. If it is forcibly broken, it will inevitably result in total destruction and damage to the inheritance.

No wonder those covetous fellows from the Immortal Martial Sect haven't dared to make any rash moves.

However, even in this environment, the martial arts practitioner's powerful physique still unleashed terrifying power.

Beneath Zhao Wuji's spirit armor, muscles bulged like dragons, and his bones contained immense power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

The passage ahead turned into a dead end, as if blocked by a massive boulder.

"Is there another level of testing?"

Zhao Wuji frowned, lowered his waist and exerted his strength, bracing his arms against the first rolling stone and pushing it hard.

"Boom!"

The boulder rolled, and the ground trembled.

However, just as the first boulder was pushed three zhang away, a muffled sound of a mechanism turning suddenly came from deep within the passage.

The second boulder came crashing down from the side at incredible speed, carrying immense force!

"boom!"

Zhao Wuji's expression changed. Caught off guard, he was violently knocked back several steps.

His arm muscles were taut like iron, and the stone slabs beneath his feet were cracked inch by inch.

With a sudden low shout, he steadied himself as if rooted to the ground, and his arm muscles swelled again, forcefully resisting the impact of the two rolling stones.

However, a third boulder followed closely behind, hurtling in from the other side!

"boom!!"

The impact of the three rolling stones from both sides nearly crushed him.

"屮!"

Zhao Wuji's forehead veins bulged, his bones cracked, and fine beads of blood seeped from his skin due to the immense pressure.

The trials and tribulations passed down from our ancestors are truly too fierce.

With the Spirit-Suppressing Array and these multiple barriers, it would be impossible for any martial artist who had not achieved mastery of cultivation to pass through this challenge; they would probably have already been crushed into mincemeat!

He gritted his teeth, his arm muscles coiled like a dragon, and suddenly unleashed all his power.

"Open it!"

With a low growl, the three stones were finally pushed aside and rolled into the grooves on both sides with a thud.

At the end of the passage, a stone gate covered with needle-hole patterns slowly came into view.

Zhao Wuji took a moment to catch his breath, shook his aching arms, and looked solemnly at the stone gate.

A flash of light appeared in his double pupils, instantly revealing the location of the seven needle-hole acupoints on the stone gate.

"Dragon's Tail Swing..."

His gaze sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, the golden needle at his fingertips lashed out like a dragon's tail, leaving an arc-shaped afterimage as it precisely pierced the seven acupoints surrounding the dragon scale stone.

With a sudden, powerful vibration, the stone gate burst open.

"not good!"

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flashed.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of breaking air suddenly arose!
Dozens of golden needles imbued with the aura of profound ice shot out from the shadows, but he relied on his double pupils to anticipate their movements and quickly dodged most of them.

However, even though the spiritual energy was suppressed within the range of this spirit-suppressing array, he was still hit by a small number of ice needles, which instantly sealed the major acupoints around his body.

The needle melts upon entering the body, and the cold energy spreads along the meridians like a venomous snake.

My legs and waist froze instantly, and frost was creeping up my arms at a visible speed!

"Needle Qi Transforms into Ice? This is Huangfu Mi's 'Mysterious Ice Sealing Meridians' technique!"

Zhao Wuji was shocked and recognized the origin of the ice needle.

"There's another test: I must use my own understanding of acupuncture to untie the acupoints. Without such profound understanding, it's impossible to receive the inheritance."

He quickly picked up the gold needle with his only remaining right hand.

The needle tip danced like a butterfly on the fingertip, using the "Phoenix Three Nods" technique to pierce the Jianjing and Quchi acupoints.

The spread of frost slowed slightly, but did not stop.
He now has to release his pressure points at a speed faster than the frost spreads!

Meanwhile, in the mountain valley outside the grotto.

A powerful aura of spiritual energy suddenly descended.

The imposing figure of Luo Zhan from the Immortal Martial Sect descended like an iron tower, his aura soaring into the sky like smoke from a wolf's breath, and the twelve-foot-long magic weapon in his hand gleamed with a chilling light.

His cold gaze swept over Wang Zheng and Wei Ding, who were standing guard at the door in black cloaks, and a chill ran through him.

"There are actually two Nascent Soul cultivators guarding the entrance? It seems that Huangfu Mi's descendants have indeed developed a considerable force."

Luo Zhan pondered to himself, but felt no fear whatsoever.

The Immortal Martial Sect has dominated Southern Chu Prefecture for many years, and the martial arts practitioners within the sect possess unparalleled combat prowess among their peers.

Let alone two Nascent Soul cultivators, even Golden Core cultivators would have to give some face in this Dharma-ending Age.

"It's actually Luo Zhan from the Immortal Martial Sect, an invincible cultivator below the Golden Core stage!"

When Wang Zheng saw the figure appear, his expression immediately changed.

As a direct descendant of the Wang family, he had seen portraits of many powerful cultivators below the Golden Core stage who were invincible.

This Luo Zhan is equivalent to the two from the Wang family, Hua Lengyun, the Overlord Sword, and Wang Feiyu, the Battle Pupil. Their strength is terrifying.

"Listen up, you people in the cave!"

Luo Zhan descended, his voice booming like a bell, his spear radiating spiritual power. "I am Luo Zhan of the Immortal Martial Sect. This area, spanning nearly ten thousand miles, is all within the territory of my Immortal Martial Sect."

Now that you have received the inheritance, according to the rules, you should share it with my Immortal Martial Sect before you can leave in peace!

The sound waves, accompanied by divine consciousness, surged into the grotto.

Inside the cave, Zhao Wuji heard the divine message and frowned slightly.

This was the crucial moment for him to release the acupoints, and he could not be distracted. Although his left hand was stiff, his right hand moved like a phantom, continuously inserting needles.

Each time the needle pierced an acupoint, it brought out a wisp of icy blue cold air.

"No response at all?"

Outside the cave, Luo Zhan frowned, his divine sense sweeping over the restrictions at the entrance. He noticed the unusual stagnation of spiritual energy inside and sneered, "Trying to get away with pretending to be deaf and dumb?"

He suddenly grinned maliciously, and his figure swiftly flew towards the cave.

"Do not disturb my Lord!"

Wang Zheng and Wei Ding roared and simultaneously activated their magical artifacts to intercept.

"roll!"

Luo Zhan let out a cold shout, and the long spear in his hand was like an angry dragon overturning the river. The spear body burst out with dazzling golden light, and with a sweep, the void seemed to be torn apart!

As soon as Wang Zheng and Wei Ding unleashed their magic weapons, they felt a violent gust of wind rushing towards them.

"Crack——!"

Wei Ding's Xuan Yin Bone Claw, tempered for a hundred years, shattered inch by inch under the force of the spear, scattering fragments everywhere!

He groaned, and a bloody gash appeared on his hand, the crimson blood dripping down his wrist.

Although Wang Zheng's ancient sword magic weapon barely managed to block the spearhead, it was shaken out of his hand by the violent spiritual power. The chaotic flow of spiritual energy caused by the collision swept out like a raging wave.

His heart trembled: "This fellow's cultivation is even more ferocious than rumored! If I don't use my double pupils, I'm afraid..."

He gritted his teeth inwardly. He was already no match for such a powerful enemy, and now, in order to conceal his identity, he dared not use his trump cards, making his situation even more dangerous.

"Hmm? Mastery of Concentration?"

Luo Zhan frowned, his divine sense sweeping over Wang Zheng like a blade, clearly not expecting that there would be a cultivator of the same level guarding the gate.

But then, he grinned maliciously, and the golden light on the gun surged: "I don't care what kind of trash you are! In the territory of the Immortal Martial Sect, even dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie low!"

Before the words were even finished, the spear transformed into a golden dragon and roared out, instantly crushing the rubble within a ten-zhang radius into dust!

Loud boom!
A huge, astonishing explosion instantly spread outwards.

Inside the grotto, Zhao Wuji had reached the final moment.

Golden needles are used to swiftly puncture key acupoints throughout the body.

The Xuanbing Needle Qi had frozen to the throat, and the area below the neck was covered in frost.

His right hand moved like a blur as he pressed the needle tip on acupoints such as Quchi and Jianjing eighty-one times, until the ice finally cracked open with a "crack".

"Still missing is the Tian Tu acupoint."

He gritted his teeth and twisted the needle upwards, but the needle suddenly froze three inches from his Adam's apple.

The final burst of Xuanbing needle energy has locked this place down!
Suddenly, a muffled groan came from outside the cave.

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flickered slightly as he "saw" through the barrier that Luo Zhan had repelled Wang Zheng with a single spear thrust, and that the spear shaft had swept back, causing Wei Ding to cough up blood and crash into the mountain wall, where rubble tumbled down.

"I don't know how to praise!"

Luo Zhan sheathed his gun and sneered, pointing the tip into the cave: "I'll give you five more breaths to get out here!!"

He roared, and seven blood-red battle patterns suddenly appeared on the gun barrel, which was none other than the Immortal Martial Sect's secret technique - Seven Kill Blood Fiend!
The spear shadows split, and seven blood-red spear beams fell to the ground like meteors, instantly blocking all of Wang Zheng's escape routes.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Wang Zheng gritted his teeth and took the hit head-on, making hand seals and casting a spell. His spiritual power transformed into a giant shield, which, along with his magical flying sword, blocked in front of him.

However, the shield shattered the instant the spear's edge exploded.

He groaned as a spear strike pierced his shoulder, causing him to spurt blood and fly dozens of feet backward. Even his magic sword was shattered by the opponent's magic spear.

Without using his double pupils or the royal family's techniques, his strength was severely suppressed, making him no match for Luo Zhan.

"kill!"

Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, roared and charged out. His withered body suddenly swelled, and his Yin energy burned wildly. He actually used a secret technique to drive his strength to surge.

His magical artifacts were all shattered. At this moment, he formed hand seals and cast a spell, tearing out heavy ghost claws. The yin wind transformed into a hundred black blades that slashed towards Luo Zhan's back!

"You ant! You're really going all out for your master!"

Without turning his head, Luo Zhan casually swung his hand, and the spear shaft swept back like a giant python swaying its tail, causing the blood-fiend spiritual energy attached to the spear to erupt violently.

"Bang!"

Wei Ding's Yin Sha Black Blade shattered like paper, and the spear shaft struck him squarely in the waist and abdomen.

Wei Ding's ribs were all broken, his internal organs were displaced, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His body crashed into the mountain wall like a broken sack, and his breath instantly weakened.

"Four breaths have passed! Is your master a coward?!"

Luo Zhan grinned maliciously, pointing the tip of his spear directly at the cave's restrictions. The blood-fiend spear light flickered like a venomous snake's tongue, transmitting its sound into the cave.

"If no one comes out after three breaths, I will kill your loyal servants first, and then dismantle this cave inch by inch!"

Inside the cave!

Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly ignited like a blood moon.

"Swoosh!" The last needle pierced the fingertip, and the accumulated Xuanbing needle energy shot out with the blood.

Just as the frost was about to seal his right wrist, he suddenly flicked his finger and released the needle.

"Qiang!"

The golden needle struck the stone wall, sparks flying, and the remaining chill was completely dissipated. He had forcibly expelled the Xuanbing Needle Qi from his body, and his entire body was enveloped in a blood-red aura.

"Immortal Martial Sect...Luo Zhan?"

He loosely clenched his fist, and the True Martial Broken Sword whistled into his hand, its blade trembling like a dragon's roar.

The shouts from outside the barrier could be heard clearly, and the core of the inheritance behind the stone gate was already within reach.

A medicine furnace slowly rose from the mechanical array.

The jade slip containing Huangfu Mi's medical and martial arts heritage from his ancestors was floating above a medicine furnace.

The medicine furnace was filled with spiritual energy, emanating a medicinal aroma that made him feel refreshed.

"Five breaths? Ha..."

Zhao Wuji sneered and flew close to the medicine furnace. Suddenly, he pointed his fingers like a sword and thrust them fiercely towards his own brow.

A drop of essence blood fell into the medicine furnace, and the spiritual energy inside the furnace instantly boiled. He didn't have time to look at it, and casually flicked his hand to put the medicine furnace into his Pot Heaven Space!
Outside the cave!

"One breath!"

Luo Zhan roared like thunder, and with a flick of his spear, Wang Zheng's magical weapon flew away.

Immediately afterwards, he swept his spear horizontally, the violent spear force like an angry dragon roaring, instantly piercing through the formation at the entrance of the cave, the formation flags exploded, and the spiritual patterns collapsed!

Just as he was preparing to make another move.
"boom!!!"

The entire grotto's protective barrier suddenly shattered, sending fragments of stone flying everywhere.

A black shadow, shrouded in bloody aura, shot out like a meteor!

"laugh!!"

The True Martial Broken Sword unleashed a crimson sword aura dozens of feet long, as if splitting mountains and shattering peaks, aiming straight for Luo Zhan's throat!

"You coward! We've been waiting for you!"

Luo Zhan laughed wildly and stepped back, his long spear like a dragon emerging from the sea, fiercely meeting the attack.

"clang--!!!"

The moment the spear and sword clashed, the rock strata within a hundred feet radius cracked, and the shockwave swept out like a raging torrent, directly sending Wei Ding flying!
"Crack!"

The magic weapon's shaft was actually smashed into an astonishing arc!
Luo Zhan's expression changed drastically. He retreated three steps, each step shattering the rocky ground beneath his feet by several feet. His pupils constricted.
"Martial arts practitioner?! A Martial Gallant?!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, Zhao Wuji's spirit armor gleamed, his eyes flashed like lightning, his brass mask was cold, and his sword was pointed directly at Luo Zhan's brow as he said in a chilling voice:
"The Immortal Martial Sect is truly impressive!"

"You who hurt me...you will pay with your life!"

"Oh, what a loud tone!"

Luo Zhan sneered, took a deep breath, his expression seemingly arrogant but his gaze extremely focused, and his spiritual power erupted like a volcano, rising steadily!
He may seem arrogant, but in reality, he has taken extreme precautions.

A powerful figure capable of commanding two Nascent Soul cultivators is no ordinary person.

But as long as it's not a Golden Core cultivator, what does Luo Zhan have to fear!
Zhao Wuji remained silent, and the True Martial Broken Sword suddenly erupted with a blinding, cold light.

His movements were as swift as lightning, and he was one with his sword, displaying pure martial arts combat skills!
"boom!!"

The Yin-Yang sword intent poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, the black and white energies intertwining to form a heaven-crushing sword wheel.

Wherever the sword wheel passed, the mountain rocks crumbled inch by inch, and the smoke and dust swirled back like a dragon, drawing the air within a hundred feet into a vacuum!
"Such a strong sword intent!"

Luo Zhan's pupils trembled violently. Before the spiritual energy of his magic spear could even touch the sword wheel, it had already been shredded by 30%!

"Celestial Martial Spirit Body!!"

He roared like thunder, and his robes burst open.

His bronze muscles coiled like a dragon, and his body instantly grew to over ten feet tall, like a war god descending to earth.

The spear, wreathed in crimson flames, pierced the core of the sword wheel like a falling meteor.

"break!"

The two terrifying forces collided, and the shockwaves created ravines dozens of feet deep, cracking the ground like a spider web.

Although the sword wheel was shattered, the residual Yin and Yang energy burrowed into his meridians like a poisonous dragon. Luo Zhan groaned and staggered backward, the rocks beneath his feet turning to dust.

"interesting!"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blazing with even stronger fighting spirit: "You mere Martial Warrior, yet you forced me to use the Immortal Martial Spirit Body Technique? You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji's sword suddenly turned.

At the notch of the Zhenwu Broken Sword, Yin and Yang energies erupted like a volcanic eruption, actually condensing into a Tai Chi sword imprint over ten feet in the air!

The sword imprint pressed down, distorting even the surrounding air!
Luo Zhan roared like thunder, his arms bulging like dragons, and his immortal martial energy condensed into crimson-gold armor on his body.

He swept his spear horizontally, the tip drawing a crimson light ten feet in the air. The ground beneath his feet could not withstand the immense force and collapsed with a deafening roar, sending rubble flying in all directions like arrows.

Yin and Yang rotate!

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning beneath his bronze mask, and his swordplay suddenly changed.

Nine black and white sword rings crashed down like a millstone of divine punishment, each ring containing a terrifying power capable of suppressing mountains and rivers.

Where the sword rings clashed, the air emitted a piercing explosion, and even the light seemed to be distorted and torn apart!
"Crack!"

Luo Zhan's right arm armor shattered instantly, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

A hint of horror finally flashed in his eyes.

How could a martial arts cultivator comprehend such terrifying sword intent? It's like the manifestation of the Yin and Yang forces of heaven and earth!
"Burning blood!"

Luo Zhan roared as he burned his essence blood, his Dharma body swelled to three zhang, and his spear transformed into a blood-red dragon, forcefully breaking through the three sword rings.

Wherever the spear's edge passed, it carved three deep furrows, each over ten feet deep, into the ground!
"Boom!" Zhao Wuji's True Martial Broken Sword rose again, and the Yin-Yang Sword Wheel pressed down like the sky collapsing.

"Om!!"

Suddenly, a blinding golden light burst forth from the sword wheel, and a phantom of a halberd wrapped in blood-red aura burst forth from the air.

The halberd shadow, carrying the pressure of a Golden Core level divine sense, pierced into Luo Zhan's brow like a meteor from outer space!

"what!!!"

Luo Zhan suffered a severe injury, spitting blood from all seven orifices, his mind feeling as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows.

Before he could even unleash the power of his proud Spiritual Body, the True Martial Broken Sword had already sliced ​​through his chest, tearing it apart. The Yin and Yang energies at the wound raged like a poisonous dragon, causing his meridians to rupture inch by inch, and he was about to retreat!

"Shifting scenery".

Zhao Wuji's icy voice rang out, and as he made a hand seal with his left hand, the scenery within a hundred feet suddenly distorted and changed.
The surrounding rocks suddenly twisted, and Luo Zhan felt a blur before his eyes, only to find himself in a bustling market.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares filled the air as they passed by, and even the greasy aroma of roast goose was palpable.

"Illusion?!"

His eyes widened in anger, and he swept his spear out horizontally.

The sensation of the gun blade slicing through flesh was incredibly real; a peddler was severed in two, and warm blood splattered all over his face.

The sensation was so striking that even this seasoned and invincible martial artist was taken aback.

"laugh!"

In that instant of hesitation, the protective spiritual energy behind him shattered with a deafening roar.

Zhao Wuji's sword unexpectedly emerged from the candy-selling old man's phantom image and pierced his vital point in the back!

"Die to me!!"

Luo Zhan roared like thunder, turned around and shredded the old man's phantom into pieces with a single shot.

However, before he could catch his breath, the spiritual energy in his chest shattered once again.

A passing scholar suddenly unleashed a chilling sword aura, imbued with the intent of Tai Chi, from the bamboo slip, penetrating straight into his internal organs!
"puff!"

Blood gushed from his mouth, and Luo Zhan roared in fury.

His spiritual power erupted like a volcano, and as he made a hand seal, his figure suddenly became ethereal, leaving only a piece of withered wood that had been cut in half as a substitute.

"Struggle in vain."

Zhao Wuji glanced coldly at the scene, which remained firmly in place.

Not far away, the enraged Luo Zhan hurled his spear, the golden spear shadow transforming into a deadly flying wheel, causing buildings to collapse and flesh to fly everywhere it passed.

The entire street was instantly transformed into a battlefield, with severed limbs and dust mingling into a cloud of blood mist.

His fighting spirit was like a raging beast, roaring: "Cowardly rats, only daring to hide your heads and tails?! Dare to fight me head-on!"

Before he could finish speaking, a blurry black shadow suddenly appeared.

"as you wish!"

Zhao Wuji's true form swept through the air, his True Martial Broken Sword carrying rolling sword energy and thunderous sound, aiming straight for his throat.

"Sword Qi Thunderous Sound!?"

Luo Zhan's heart skipped a beat, his pupils contracted sharply, and he hastily returned his spear to defend. The instant spear and sword clashed—

"clang!!!"

A deafening roar, like thunder, erupted, and a violent shockwave of spiritual energy spread out in a ring, instantly tearing the illusory realm to shreds!

The true face of the mountain valley was revealed, with ravines crisscrossing the ground like a spider web, and all vegetation within a hundred feet was reduced to dust!
"Come again!"

Zhao Wuji's cold shout was like ice, and the second sword had already struck down.

This sword strike was like divine punishment descending upon the world. Even before the blade arrived, the terrifying pressure of the sword had already caused the rocks beneath Luo Zhan's feet to crack inch by inch!

"clang!!"

The explosion of the clashing of the spear and sword reverberated through the valley. Luo Zhan's arm muscles were bulging like dragons, but he was still forced to bend his knees slightly by the sword strike.

The magical spear groaned under the strain, its weight forcibly bent into the shape of a bow!
The aftershocks of the sword energy swept across like sharp blades, instantly leaving dozens of bloody marks on Luo Zhan's face. His hair was severed at the root, flying through the air mixed with blood.

"you!!"

Before he could even catch his breath in shock
The third sword strike came crashing down like a thunderbolt from the heavens!
The astonishing lightning that descended from the sky was faster than the limits of vision. When the sword light flashed, it carried a divine pressure comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator. The power of the sword was so strong that it distorted the air within a radius of ten feet!

"Keng!!"

Luo Zhan's eyes bulged out, and the core of his divine sense within his sea of ​​consciousness shattered like glass. Seven arrows of blood shot out from his seven orifices at the same time, drawing a shrill arc in the air.

He relied entirely on his fighting instincts, retracting his magical spear to parry, the friction between the black iron spear shaft and the sword blade sparking blinding sparks!
"Cha!!"

With a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound, the Zhenwu Broken Sword plowed a three-inch-deep groove into the gun barrel.

The broken sword blade continued its momentum, piercing Luo Zhan's brow like a hot knife cutting through butter, and the sound of his skull shattering was like a thunderclap!

"Click!!"

Blood mist gushed forth like a waterfall!
Luo Zhan's bloodshot eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and the sword energy inside his skull raged, turning his brain tissue into a paste.

His lips trembled as he tried to roar, but what he spat out was blood and foam mixed with brain matter.

The three-zhang-tall Dharma body knelt down with a thud, as if a golden mountain or a jade pillar had been overturned, smashing the rocky ground and creating spiderweb-like cracks.

"laugh!"

The splattered blood droplets suddenly froze three feet away from Zhao Wuji, turning into a scarlet blood mist from the invisible sword energy.

He coldly watched the still convulsing giant body, his wrist flicking slightly, and the True Martial Broken Sword emitted a chilling sound of hard bones grinding together.

"Buzz!"

The sword trembled, and the bloodstains on it transformed into streaks of blood that shot out, carving a three-foot-long scarlet sword mark on the rocky ground.

"Oh!"

Luo Zhan's body fell backward, and the blood-fiend spiritual energy around him poured out like a flood bursting its banks.

The massive body quickly returned to its original form, but the residual spiritual pressure still caused the surrounding rocks within a ten-foot radius to tremble!

"A martial artist with perfected Martial Courage is truly formidable in combat."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were deep as he stared at the corpse on the ground, which still exuded a violent spiritual pressure.

With a flick of his sleeve, Luo Zhan's corpse transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the space of the pot-shaped heaven.

This body, forged through countless trials, is now comparable in strength to a magical artifact.

If it weren't for the True Martial Broken Sword in his hand, a treasure left behind by the ancient Master Zhang, he probably wouldn't even have been able to break through the opponent's spiritual energy defense in his Dharma Body state.

What's even more chilling is this person's unfathomable fighting spirit and his iron-like divine sense.

If it were an ordinary cultivator at the peak of the Concentration Realm, they would have been severely injured by his first divine sense attack and then killed by a single sword strike.

How could they possibly survive dozens of rounds of life-or-death combat?

"This person is probably an invincible cultivator below the Golden Core stage, whom the Immortal Martial Sect has devoted all its efforts to cultivating."

Zhao Wuji surveyed the surrounding shattered rocks and billowing blood mist, his gaze suddenly sharpening like a sword.

We must leave immediately!

The death of such a core disciple will surely trigger a response from the soul lamps within the Immortal Martial Sect.

A Golden Core cultivator from an ordinary immortal sect might swallow their pride and continue their seclusion.

However, the Golden Core elders of the Martial Immortal lineage are precisely the ones least affected by the Dharma-ending Age.

Zhao Wuji stopped abruptly, his gaze sweeping like lightning towards the dying figure below the cliff.

The White Bone Cave Master Wei Ding lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, his spiritual light dissipating like a flickering candle in the wind.

"call out!"

He teleported in front of Wei Ding, and his pupils contracted slightly as soon as his fingertips touched the other's pulse point.

The servant's internal organs were shattered into dust, and he was only kept alive by the imprisoned spirit within him.

"Fine, if that's how it is."

Zhao Wuji's sword finger suddenly glowed with an eerie light. "Then I'll grant you your freedom! You can be free even as a ghost."

The moment the incantation was completed, Wei Ding let out a strange "hoho" sound from his throat, and a smile of relief appeared on his withered face, which was as dry as tree bark, as his vengeful spirit was released.

The smile hadn't fully bloomed before it froze on his blood-stained face as the last vestige of life vanished.
(End of this chapter)