Six Realms Immortal Emperor

Both Xu Jingtian and Daoist Cen Yang knew this was a life-or-death battle, and they unleashed their full spiritual power without reservation. However, in just a short while, Xu Jingtian's face turned pale, and large beads of sweat poured uncontrollably from his forehead. If it weren't for the abundant spiritual fluid in his dantian, he would have been completely exhausted by now.

Meanwhile, Daoist Cen Yang wasn't faring much better. Initially, he wanted to exhaust Xu Jingtian's spiritual energy so he could deliver a fatal blow once it was depleted. However, as he increased his spiritual energy, the effect was minimal. His blade failed to pierce Xu Jingtian as he had hoped, and he was instead caught in a battle of spiritual energy, unable to unleash any other magical attacks.

The longer the battle between Daoist Cen Yang and Xu Jingtian lasted, the more uncertain he became. Xu Jingtian's spiritual energy seemed inexhaustible, while he himself had already overdrawn more than half of it. If this continued, the sharp blade would inevitably pierce his body sooner or later.

He had never seen such a sharp blade before. If it pierced a vital spot, he would surely die.

Therefore, Daoist Cen Yang roared and unleashed his spiritual power once again, controlling the blade to stab towards Xu Jingtian.

Sweat beaded on Xu Jingtian's forehead. After fighting with him for so long with his spiritual power, he was starting to feel powerless. In addition, his opponent was better at controlling his magic power, making it even more difficult for him to control the blade. His body trembled slightly, showing signs of losing control.

"Sixing, what are you standing there for? Quickly cast a spell to bind his hands and feet!" Xu Jingtian shouted at Dongfang Sixing.

"Hmph, if you dare come any closer, I'll kill you first!" Daoist Cen Yang said fiercely to Dongfang Sixing, his face showing shock.

Dongfang Sixing hesitated, unsure of whose advice to take.

"Sixing, don't listen to his nonsense. If he still had the strength, he would have killed me long ago. You must cast your spell quickly, otherwise, once he succeeds, neither of us will survive," Xu Jingtian said hurriedly.

Dongfang Sixing glanced at Xu Jingtian, then at Daoist Cen Yang, a ruthless look suddenly appearing on his face. He picked up the broken half of the flying sword from the ground and strode towards Daoist Cen Yang.

"You beast! How dare you!" Daoist Cen Yang exclaimed in shock and fear, glaring at Dongfang Sixing.

While Daoist Cen Yang was momentarily stunned, Xu Jingtian's pressure immediately eased, and he controlled the sharp blade to fly towards him.

"Sixing, look, he's at his last gasp. Quickly thrust your flying sword into his throat!" Xu Jingtian was overjoyed.

Dongfang Sixing understood immediately and quickened his pace toward Daoist Cenyang, approaching him in just a few steps.

"You beast! You want to kill me? I'll take your life first!" Daoist Cen Yang's face showed a resolute expression as he freed one hand and struck at the approaching Dongfang Sixing.

The hand, accompanied by the sound of wind, rushed towards Dongfang Sixing with great speed and urgency.

Dongfang Sixing was walking quickly toward him when he suddenly attacked, so he hurriedly held the broken half of the flying sword to his chest.

"Go to hell!" After all, Daoist Cen Yang was an elder who passed on his skills, and his cultivation and realm were far superior to Dongfang Sixing's. With a shout, he nimbly bypassed the flying sword and slapped Dongfang Sixing on the shoulder.

"Ah!" Dongfang Sixing screamed as he was struck by a palm and sent flying several feet away, his flying sword also missing its mark.

But in that short delay, Xu Jingtian had already controlled the sharp blade and attacked Daoist Cen Yang.

Just as the sharp blade was about to pierce his chest, Daoist Cen Yang hurriedly used his movement technique, dodging to the side while blocking with his other hand.

But the blade was incredibly sharp; even with spiritual energy infused into his hand, it was not indestructible. With a whoosh, the blade sliced ​​through his outstretched palm without resistance, and blood immediately gushed out.

Master Cen Yang cried out in pain, clutching his hand. He glanced at Dongfang Sixing, who lay motionless on the ground, before looking away. His face contorted with rage, he glared fiercely at Xu Jingtian and said, "You've got guts, daring to hurt me! But even so, you can't escape my grasp. You're dead."

"Really? It's not certain who will die yet. Take a look at your palm first." Xu Jingtian still twitched his high nose and said indifferently.

Master Cen Yang was horrified when he looked at the palm of Cen Yang's hand. His face was filled with terror. One of his palms had turned completely black and was swollen like a meat bun.

"This...this blade is poisoned?"

"That's right! It's a deadly poison that can kill someone with blood!" Xu Jingtian said, each word distinct and urgent, his voice like a death knell striking the heart of Daoist Cen Yang.

Master Cen Yang wanted to say something more, but his vision went black and he became unsteady on his feet. He hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy to resist, but he couldn't stop the poison from spreading rapidly. Strands of black silk quickly spread from his palms to his arms and chest.

"what!"

Master Cen Yang felt a surge of fear. He gritted his teeth, raised his sword, and severed his arm with the broken half of the flying sword in his other hand. Then, pointing at Xu Jingtian, he said, "You... who exactly are you, and why do you possess such a powerful treasure?"

"What? You're saying this is a treasure?" Xu Jingtian looked at the unremarkable blade in his hand and couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to put it down.

Magical artifacts are categorized into magical implements, treasures, spiritual artifacts, Dao artifacts, immortal artifacts, and supreme treasures of heaven and earth; each level of magical artifact is further divided into low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade. Xu Jingtian was well aware of the value of a treasure; a low-grade treasure could be exchanged for ten high-grade magical implements.

Magical artifacts are the lowest grade of magical treasures, referring to those imbued with magical power but unable to be stored within the body; suitable for cultivators in the Qi Refining stage. Treasure artifacts are magical treasures imbued with magical power that can be stored within the body, but lack a spirit; suitable for cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Core Formation stages. Spiritual artifacts are magical treasures possessing a spirit; they can not only be stored within the body but also allow the user to communicate with the spirit, achieving a state of unity between person and artifact, greatly increasing the user's combat strength.

Furthermore, spiritual artifacts can autonomously assist their masters in combat, essentially giving the user an extra clone. Only those with cultivation levels at the Nascent Soul stage or higher can utilize the power of spiritual artifacts; those with lower cultivation levels, even if they possess a spiritual artifact, will be unable to use it effectively.

Needless to say, Dao artifacts are even more extraordinary. He Chengtian, the head of the Brahma Sect, even possesses one. It is rumored that only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage can possess such a high-level magic weapon.

Legendary celestial artifacts are only qualified to be possessed by immortals, not to mention the supreme treasures of heaven and earth. Even the seven major immortal cultivation sects of the Zihan Kingdom are unaware of the existence of such magical treasures.

"Hmph, don't even think about lying to me again!" Daoist Cen Yang said fiercely, not believing Xu Jingtian's words. He had suffered losses time and time again, first underestimating the other party's cultivation level, and then underestimating the other party's magic weapon.

The sharp blade in Xu Jingtian's hand could cut through his superior-grade magic weapon in one go, so it must be beyond a magic weapon, but it is not a spiritual weapon. He does not yet have the ability to control spiritual weapons, so it must be a treasure without a doubt.

How could Daoist Cen Yang believe that someone holding a magical artifact wouldn't recognize it? He thought and thought, Xu Jingtian must be up to some wicked scheme to deceive him again.

Looking at the expression on Daoist Cen Yang's face, Xu Jingtian finally believed it and looked at the sharp blade with great joy, saying, "It really is a treasure! We've made a huge profit!" He knew that the items of the Three Saints of Soul Separation were definitely not low-grade goods, but he did not expect that it would be a treasure, and that it had been poisoned by the Three Saints of Soul Separation.

Xu Jingtian beamed with joy, carefully cradling the sharp blade in both hands and examining it like a precious treasure. This blade would definitely prove invaluable in the future, especially in battle, where it could be used to deliver a surprise attack and kill the opponent in one blow, serving as his trump card.

Master Cen Yang didn't have time to think about Xu Jingtian. He quickly circulated his qi to stop the bleeding. If he hadn't acted decisively and sacrificed an arm, he would have been dead if the venom had flowed into his heart.