142: Chapter 142 Spectating the Battle

Jiang Hanzhou did not rush to get closer.

He lay prone in the shadow of a giant rock on the Gobi Desert, his aura completely restrained to the extreme.

After reaching Perfection in the third level of the Li Huo Golden Body Art, his control over his Qi and blood had reached the Realm of subtlety. At this moment, the Qi and blood within his body were as still as stagnant water, and his Divine Sense was turned inward, not leaking a single bit. Even if a Cultivator at the Perfection of the Primal Form Realm walked past three zhang away, they would find it difficult to detect his presence.

He slowly lifted his head, gazing through the gap at the edge of the rock toward the stone hall hundreds of zhang away.

It was a simple, ancient structure built from massive bluestones, square in shape, about five zhang high, and covering more than half a mu of land.

The surface of the stone hall was severely weathered and covered in the marks of time, but the overall structure remained solid.

The hall door was wide open, and light faintly flowed within, illuminating the interior with flickering brightness.

And at this moment, on the open ground in front of the stone hall, two figures were fiercely clashing.

One of them was about thirty years old, dressed in a grey-white long robe, with a thin face and a scholarly air between his brows.

He held an ordinary long sword in his hand, and as the sword light flickered, the Five Elements True Intent flowed ceaselessly.

The five-colored sword light intertwined and wrapped around him, forming a brilliant sword curtain. Every sword strike seemed to carry the mighty power of the Heaven and Earth Five Elements.

The thirty-year-old Dragon Slaying True Person.

Jiang Hanzhou's eyes narrowed slightly.

The seventeen-year-old Dragon Slaying True Person could already kill thirteen evil Cultivators of the same rank with five sword strikes.

At thirty, his mastery of the Five Elements True Intent was even more harmonious and fluid, and his sword technique was more refined and seasoned, far beyond what his seventeen-year-old self could compare to.

And the person fighting against him—that was a youth in his early twenties, with a handsome face and cold, stern eyes, wearing a dark cyan long robe with dark silver cloud patterns embroidered on the hem.

He held a sword as black as ink; the blade was long and narrow, with a strange, eerie light flowing at the edge. Every time he swung the sword, black sword radiance whistled out, colliding with the Dragon Slaying True Person's five-colored sword light, erupting with a deafening roar.

This person attacked viciously, his sword technique sharp and fierce; he was by no means an ordinary Loose Cultivator.

Jiang Hanzhou's gaze fell upon this person, carefully observing every movement of his opponent.

Yuan Xiang middle stage.

His cultivation was one minor Realm higher than his.

The sword technique contained a certain extremely cold and sinister True Intent. This True Intent was based on evil, sinister power, and was strange and unpredictable, but it happened to be countered by his Pure Yang True Intent.

At this moment, the two in the arena were fighting to a white-hot intensity.

The youth was clearly injured.

There was a sword wound on his left shoulder that was deep enough to see the bone, and the blood had already coagulated into black, soaking half of his robe.

His breathing was rapid, and every sword swing was a fraction slower than the last; the black sword radiance was also not as sharp as before.

But his eyes remained cold and stern, and a sneer even lingered at the corners of his mouth.

The Dragon Slaying True Person was also severely exhausted.

Although his five-colored sword light was still brilliant, after each sword strike, he needed a longer interval to condense the next one.

His forehead had sweat rolling down, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly. There were seven or eight tears in his moon-white long robe caused by the black sword radiance, two of which were deep enough to see the bone, and pale golden blood was seeping out.

Both sides suffered.

Jiang Hanzhou watched quietly, not moving an inch.

He did not rush to make a move.

Although both of them were severely exhausted, if they fought to the death, they could still erupt with astonishing combat power.

If he rushed out rashly at this moment, he would very likely be besieged by the two of them working together. Even if they did not join forces, the desperate counterattack of either one before death would be enough to make him pay a heavy price.

He was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for the moment when one of them fell and the other was also completely exhausted.

On the open ground in front of the stone hall, the battle continued.

The youth suddenly let out a low shout, and the black Qi around his body surged!

The black Qi was not ordinary evil spirit Qi, but a strange mist as thick as ink that emitted a decaying aura.

In the mist, countless twisted faces were faintly visible, struggling and roaring; those were the resentful souls he had refined!

"Netherworld Sword: Myriad Ghosts Devour!"

The pitch-black long sword in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into sword shadows filling the sky! Every sword shadow carried a resentful soul, shrieking as it pounced toward the Dragon Slaying True Person!

This was his trump card killing move.

Using his life-bound sword as a guide, he sacrificed three thousand six hundred resentful souls refined over thirty years, turning them into the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Soul Sword. Even if a Late Yuanxiang Stage Cultivator fell into this sword formation, they would have their Divine Soul devoured by the resentful souls, becoming an empty shell!

The Dragon Slaying True Person's expression was grave.

He took a deep breath, pinched a sword incantation with his left hand, and held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest with his right hand.

Five-colored light suddenly bloomed!

Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—the Five Elements True Intent were simultaneously pushed to the extreme, condensing into a huge five-colored light sword around him.

The sword body flowed with five-colored brilliant light, and the Five Elements True Intent intertwined and collided at the blade's edge, erupting with a terrifying aura that could destroy the world!

"Five Elements Sword: Slash!"

He shouted sharply, and the five-colored light sword slashed out with a boom!

Wherever the light sword passed, the black sword shadows filling the sky were like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, emitting shrill hisses as they instantly melted away!

Three thousand six hundred resentful souls struggled and screamed in the five-colored light, finally turning into wisps of black smoke and completely dissipating!

But the youth's killing move did not end there.

Just as the five-colored light sword broke through the Myriad Ghosts Devouring Soul, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

The next instant, he appeared behind the Dragon Slaying True Person!

He held a short sword in his hand—that was his second sword, which had always been hidden in his sleeve and never used.

The short sword was as black as ink, and the blade was coated with a deadly poison that killed upon drawing blood.

He thrust it out.

As fast as lightning.

The Dragon Slaying True Person turned around abruptly, but it was already too late—the short sword pierced into his lower abdomen.

Pale golden blood gushed out.

The Dragon Slaying True Person let out a muffled groan, stumbled back three steps, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked down at the wound on his lower abdomen, then looked up at Yi Qianfan. In those gentle eyes, there was no anger, no hatred, only a faint trace of regret.

Then, his figure began to fade.

Starting from the soles of his feet, bit by bit, he turned into light dust, drifting away in the wind and sand.

"You..."

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not say it.

Finally, his figure completely dissipated.

Only one bead remained, lying quietly on the sandy ground.

The bead was about the size of a dragon's eye, pale golden in its entirety, with a gentle fluorescent light flowing on its surface.

It was brighter and deeper than the two beads Jiang Hanzhou had obtained before.

The memories of the thirty-year-old Dragon Slaying True Person.