Upon seeing Yu Ci suspended in mid-air, with the abyss beneath his feet, Fu Long couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Just a mere young man who communicates with the gods, unable to control the divine tools, unable to fly to the heavens. What hope does he have in such a situation if not death?"
"Prepare to die, young one!"
Amidst his laughter, a violent gust of wind rose from the void, aiming to sweep Yu Ci away from the mountain and into the bottomless abyss.
However, what he saw next was Yu Ci glancing in his direction, taking a step as if walking on flat ground, as if there was a road in the mist, on which he moved with ease.
Fu Long, with his rich combat experience, quickly realized, "This is the Godspeed Talisman."
At this moment, he finally recognized Yu Ci's identity, "That kid is from the Lichen Sect!"
Several unexpected events left Fu Long momentarily stunned. Taking advantage of this, Yu Ci broke through the blockade of the Transformative Ferocious Kill and headed back towards the mountain... The change in aura alarmed Fu Long, staring at Yu Ci's back, his breathing became heavy, veins bulging on his bald head. He then made a decision,
"Even if he's from the Lichen Sect, I'll kill him! The Underworld Secret Mansion can only be mine, mine alone!"
Fu Long let out a roar, and the two Transformative Ferocious Kills turned around to attack. At this moment, Yu Ci hadn't yet landed, and no matter how miraculous the Godspeed Talisman was, it was still far from the flight of a Golden Elixir cultivator's Manipulating Artifacts. Most importantly, the power of this talisman to tread on void was limited!
With two loud crashes, the Transformative Ferocious Kills didn't hit Yu Ci, but the mountain below. Rocks and soil splattered like rain, each one as powerful as a strong bow and hard crossbow. The more severe impact was that these two blows hit the fulcrum of this half of the mountain, causing a large section of the stone wall to crack and trigger a landslide...
From Yu Ci's perspective, it seemed as if the entire mountain was collapsing. Such a wide-ranging landslide was impossible to dodge, and the shadow of the mountain wall quickly buried him, followed by complete disintegration, turning the night even more turbid with dust.
Watching Yu Ci being crushed by the landslide, Fu Long grinned.
This disciple of the Lichen Sect, although only in the Nature-Connecting Realm, had a very solid foundation and a myriad of unique skills, making him a formidable opponent. Had he not suppressed him with the full force of the Ten Evil Transformations Technique and forced him to hang in the void, it wouldn't have been so easy to deal with him.
"These disciples of the major sects are truly troublesome. Hmm, I wonder if I can get some benefits from him? Of course, I need to take care of things thoroughly first..."
Fu Long, a man of vast experience, knew that even in the act of silencing someone permanently, it had to be done flawlessly. As he prepared to strike, he had already thought of several ways to erase all traces of his victim, or to mislead any pursuers. The landslide was just the first step...
Finally, as he descended from the heights, he didn't forget to cast a glance towards Yan Chu on the mountain. In the darkness, the female cultivator was curled up, looking over in apparent confusion. She seemed to have been affected by the recent landslide, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her hands clasped over her chest, her condition appeared to be worse than before.
Fu Long, however, found the female cultivator's state appealing: "This woman, I must take my time with her later..."
His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden tension in his heart. He spun around, only to see amidst the rolling dust, a figure using the scattering debris to propel itself upwards, breaking through the clouds and charging towards him... Fu Long drew a sharp breath: could it be that this person used the falling rocks as a stepping stone to ascend?
Caught in his confusion, their eyes met. He felt a chill from the young man's icy gaze, devoid of any expected emotional turmoil from a narrow escape from death!
This boy is terrifying!
Fu Long felt a chill in his heart. This Yu Ci, with the pure and profound foundation of a great Sect, and a heart cultivated through countless trials, was not comparable to those pampered young masters. Such a character, under any circumstance, was the most troublesome kind. Having struggled and fought in the Cultivation World for over two hundred years, how could he not understand the danger?
"Today, I must nip this problem in the bud, or else there will be no way out for me in the future!"
Fu Long gritted his teeth, instantly elevating Yu Ci to the level of a mortal enemy. He was about to launch his full strength, but his eyes bulged out: "What is that?"
Once at the Golden Elixir Upper Level, Fu Long still retained some of the acute perception of the Golden Elixir, "void illuminating and reflecting the universe", one of his advantages over his peers... At this moment, his perception led his gaze to look behind Yu Ci, only to see a long line of black light!
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The black line pierced through the air, sweeping across a thousand feet in an instant. Over there, Yu Ci suddenly leapt up, falling just as the black line passed, and then accelerated without any warning.
Even if Fu Long had sensed it beforehand, the speed was already beyond his reaction limit. In the blink of an eye, the chilling Sword Energy had collided head-on with his Protective True Evil. With a few short, dull sounds, the Protective True Evil violently fluctuated, and Fu Long's skin felt icy cold, his hairs standing on end.
It was only at this moment that Fu Long's reaction became a reality... Transformative Ferocious Kill shifted from solid to void, crossing paths in mid-air, True Sha collided, a powerful tornado suddenly formed around him, followed by a "hiss" sound, like tearing silk, Yu Ci's sword aura finally tore the Protective True Evil, turning into thousands of threads, like countless sharp needles, penetrating into him.
"Whoosh!"
Fu Long, a man, spurted blood wildly. The Sword Energy had reached him, wreaking havoc on his vulnerable lungs. The only reason he had not lost his life was because the tornado formed by the Transformative Ferocious Kill had reduced the Sword Energy by half and had also injured the junior member of the Lichen Sect. Yu Ci, also a man, spit blood and retreated, both men falling almost simultaneously, landing amidst the chaotic rocks and bushes on the mountain.
Almost the instant he hit the ground, Yu Ci sprang back up.
The blow from the True Sha had caused some displacement in his internal organs, but he could not afford to delay. He had already missed one opportunity!
Had it not been his first time launching a sword at the speed of a Vacuum Walking Cultivator, he would have been half a beat slow in exerting his force, and that sword could have pierced Fu Long's heart... But it wasn’t too late, at this moment, Fu Long had been completely drawn by him onto the scales measured by the sword, a thread running between life and death, how fair!
On the other side, Fu Long also jumped up from the ground. At this moment, he no longer had the demeanor of a Golden Elixir cultivator. His bald head was covered with a layer of dust, his brocade clothes torn open at the chest, revealing his blood-stained chest hair and dark flesh. His eyes were bloodshot, but he bared his bloody teeth, looking like a ferocious beast ready to devour people.
"The juniors of the Lichen Sect..."
He roared to the sky, the True Sha exploded, stirring up clouds and fog, flying sand and walking stones, the atmosphere within a mile radius was so stifling that it was hard to breathe... In the dust, two Transformative Ferocious Kills took shape again, but they merged into the flying sand and dust, vaguely visible, their ferocious aura increased tenfold.
Under the guidance of the Golden Elixir, Yu Ci's aura was as obvious as the light of a fire in the dark night, attracting Fu Long's True Sha to pour out. The mountain could not bear the enormous pressure and made a sound on the verge of collapse.
How could a junior handle such a killing method?
Fu Long wanted to laugh, but as he was about to, another wave of fresh blood surged up.
This was both a sword wound and a lingering injury left by the God Slaying Sting. No one understood better than him that the God Slaying Sting launched by Yan Chu, a woman, although a quick success method of the heterodox, mocked by him as "overrated," its poisonous nature had not changed. After attacking the body, it still damaged the Meridian Channels, and tried to break away from his blockade, directly injuring the vital parts of the Golden Elixir...
If he could have rested immediately after being injured, he would probably have recovered in three to five days. But now, with old wounds unhealed and new ones added, the junior was walking the path of misty Sword aura. Not to mention the purity of the Sword Energy, its nature was even more hidden and similar to the God Slaying Sting. The two attacked each other, and this injury showed signs of recurrence.
He could not give the junior another chance!
As these thoughts crossed his mind, his expression altered. Where was that youngster from the Lichen Sect?
In the midst of the dust storm, Yu Ci leaned slightly forward, his steps small but rapid. He sprinted a few yards, then suddenly sidestepped, dodging a whistling blade of True Sha. He rolled on the ground, followed by a series of leaps, agile as a monkey. Suddenly, without warning, he toppled over, sliding back on the ground, eerie as a specter.
During this process, his aura grew weaker and weaker, almost nonexistent...
At this moment, he had pushed the Light Extinguishing Escape Method to its limit. He seemed to be awkwardly dodging in the torrent of True Sha, but every dodge was in accordance with the momentum of the Light Extinguishing Escape Method, creating an internal pressure. While gradually sealing his own aura, he was also accumulating power bit by bit.
His movements were light, but the sensation was increasingly heavy, so heavy that his internal organs could barely withstand it. He felt that if he didn't release this accumulated power in time, he might burst open, his guts spilling out, or simply explode into pieces.
In his hand, the Xi Guang Sword emitted a layer of cold air, like a primer, triggering the immense power that had been condensed to its limit, like a cocked giant crossbow. The Transformative Ferocious Kill had lost its connection with him. Ahead, Fu Long's aura was his only target.
At this moment, Fu Long's True Sha erupted for the second time!
The powerful impact left no dead corners, washing over the surrounding area! Yu Ci's figure was shaken. Just as he stabilized his aura, he felt a burning sensation. He looked up abruptly to see a figure emerging from the dust, surrounded by True Sha, charging towards him like a burning flame.
If this person wasn't Fu Long, who could it be?
"Die!"
Fu Long had roared similar words several times, but none had been as brutal and ferocious as this one.
The shout pierced his eardrums, and Yu Ci's figure was shaken again. The Xi Guang Sword seemed to have gained spirit, meeting Fu Long's fist head-on! In a flash, both sides were splattered with blood. Fu Long's cheek was pierced by the sword, while Yu Ci's shoulder was torn open by the punch.
When the blood splattered before their eyes, their pupils were dyed the same color.
The joy of landing a hit and the pain of being wounded arrived simultaneously, colliding in their hearts like a punch to the chest. The powerful impact forced the blood to surge from the heart, spreading throughout the body. At this moment, their blood and energy shot up to the crown of their heads, the burning sensation spreading through every nerve.
Both of them let out fierce roars, their bodies not retreating, but instead drawing closer.
The sword light and fist shadows crisscrossed within a few feet, the most dangerous close combat. Yet neither side showed any sign of backing down.
In just a few breaths' time, wounds had been torn open on their shoulders, chests, faces, limbs, and abdomens... Wave after wave of blood bloomed, immediately ignited by True Sha, forming a thin mist of blood.
The taste of blood was unexpectedly sweet, a sensation they had never experienced before!
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