192: Slay the Immortal

Chapter 191 Slaying Immortals

"Wang Family remnant, it is precisely because of what you have done that Great Yu has been plunged into endless turmoil, leaving countless commoners displaced and suffering heavy casualties and deaths. Do you not feel any shame?"

Xu Mujun held his saber with one hand, slowly approaching Wang Feiyu.

"Shame?"

Wang Feiyu laughed aloud, saying, "They are merely a few paltry Mortals, what does it matter even if more of them die?"

"To the likes of us, Mortals are nothing more than nourishment."

"Once a batch dies, new Mortals will still appear..."

"Hiss...!"

He formed hand seals with both hands, and suddenly a mass of pitch-black flames appeared before him, transforming into a fire serpent that closely followed behind the five ghost generals, charging toward Xu Mujun.

"You... deserve to die!"

With a single step forward, that horde of evil ghosts rushing out from Wang Feiyu's Hundred Ghost Banner pounced onto his body at that very moment.

"Ah...!"

"Ahahaha...!"

"Hiss...!"

In an instant, piercing screams suddenly rang out.

Yet those ferocious and terrifying evil ghosts had not even touched Xu Mujun before they began to scream miserably.

Their soul bodies, entirely composed of ghost qi and Soul Power, actually began to corrode violently, just like pouring a pan of boiling hot oil onto ice and snow.

In just a few breaths of time, they turned into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished without a trace!

As for Xu Mujun's figure, he was like a ghostly hero stepping out from the Nine Nether Hell, peerless and disdainful of everything.

"How is this possible...!"

Wang Feiyu's expression changed drastically, completely unable to believe his own eyes.

"All evils keep away, all techniques cannot invade?"

"Innate physique?"

"Puff!"

Amidst the encirclement of a hundred ghosts, Xu Mujun slashed out with his saber, a crimson Saber Qi sweeping horizontally and immediately chopping more than a dozen blocking evil ghosts into fragments.

Even one of the ghost generals was struck down by the Saber Qi, vanishing without a trace.

"Damn it...! Go!"

Wang Feiyu abruptly gritted his teeth, formed hand seals with both hands, and spat out a mouthful of vital essence blood.

The remaining four ghost general figures in the distance were instantly shrouded by a mass of blood-colored mist, their entire bodies turning crimson red.

Supported by the Cultivator's vital essence blood, they instantly overcame their fear of Xu Mujun and slashed directly at him with the steel sabers in their hands!

"You Cultivators treat Mortals like livestock, and even kill the soldiers of my army to refine corpse ghosts. You truly deserve to die!"

Xu Mujun stepped forward, showing not the slightest fear in the face of the four rushing ghost generals and dozens of evil ghosts.

Mad Battle Intent flashed in his eyes, and the long saber in his hand slashed forward without hesitation.

"Comrades, follow me to kill the enemy!"

"Kill!"

"Puff!"

Saber light flickered, and the numerous ghost shadows before him could not offer even a moment of obstruction.

Before they even touched Xu Mujun, they were shredded by the Evil Qi and True Qi permeating his body, transforming into dissipating ghost shadows.

In a mere dozen breaths of time, the numerous evil ghosts that rushed out from the Hundred Ghost Banner were all hacked into streaks of ghost shadows by Xu Mujun, vanishing without a trace!

At this moment, Wang Feiyu's expression became even uglier.

"How is it possible... How could a mere Innate Realm Martial Artist be this strong!"

"Fearless of evil ghosts? Could it be that he has a supreme treasure on him that defends against evil ghosts?"

"Or rather... above the Innate Realm!"

His thoughts spun rapidly; now was not the time for consideration, but rather to figure out how to kill Xu Mujun.

With a shift of his mind, he quickly formed hand seals with both hands, then abruptly slapped his Storage Pouch. An ash-white light suddenly flashed forth, transforming into a sword beam that shot toward Xu Mujun.

The ash-white light flickered uncertainly, and faintly one could see that it was a Flying Sword winding like a snake!

Xu Mujun's gaze was like lightning, instantly spotting this Flying Sword. His figure did not retreat in the slightest; holding his saber in one hand, he abruptly leaped into mid-air, his waist instantly exerting force to spin a full circle.

With one hand and one saber, he practically transformed into a blood-colored lightning bolt, slashing toward the Flying Sword.

"When I stepped into the Spirit Connection Realm with my first slash, I comprehended a saber technique. I invite the Wang Family Old Ancestor to test this saber!"

"This saber technique is named... Slaying Immortals!"

"Rumble..."

Saber light flickered, and in an instant, a series of thunderous roars came from behind Xu Mujun.

One could see that within the Void Realm behind him, illusory figures had actually appeared.

Clad in armor, wearing helmets, and wearing face masks, they were as ferocious as evil ghosts.

Wielding long sabers, straddling fine steeds, and with banners fluttering, they were as imposing as a heavenly army.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Xu Mujun let out a furious roar, but almost simultaneously, the thousands of army souls behind him also roared angrily, each drawing their sabers to slash at the oncoming Flying Sword.

Or rather, at Wang Feiyu behind the Flying Sword!

"Clang!"

A giant noise came forth, resembling thunder, as the long sabers of the thousands of army souls slashed down onto the snake bone Flying Sword at this moment.

"Clang...!"

In the Void Realm, it sounded as though the clashing sounds of thousands of weapons came over, accompanied by endless shouts of killing and the neighing of warhorses.

Finally, that snake bone Flying Sword emitted a piercing grinding sound, and then actually began to crack from the tip of the sword, letting out a painful hiss.

"Impossible!"

Not far away, Wang Feiyu, whose mind was connected with the snake bone Flying Sword, cried out in alarm, and immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

As his natal Magical Artifact, when this snake bone Flying Sword suffered damage, he would also suffer severe injuries!

"Crack...!"

And at this very moment when his mind relaxed, the snake bone Flying Sword split directly down the middle, dropping to the ground with a clatter and twitching constantly, its spirituality greatly lost.

Wang Feiyu not far away spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, enduring the intense pain in his mind as he formed hand seals with one hand, wanting to recall the snake bone Flying Sword.

But that snake bone Flying Sword merely twitched on the ground once more, completely unable to fly up.

Just at this time, a large foot descended from the sky, directly trampling heavily upon this snake bone Flying Sword and rendering it unable to move.

Wang Feiyu abruptly raised his head to see Xu Mujun, who was covered in Evil Qi!

"Xu Mujun! This old man will kill you...!!!"

He roared frantically, the Hundred Ghost Banner in his hand suddenly exploding and transforming into a massive python densely formed entirely of black flames, viciously pouncing toward Xu Mujun.

"Deep sea of blood and hatred, ghost fire burning the heavens!"

"Boom!"

The surging ghost fire turned into giant pythons and huge waves, frantically pouncing toward Xu Mujun and fiercely crashing onto his body.

In an instant, with Xu Mujun as the center, a radius of a hundred meters was entirely enveloped by this mass of black flames, burning frantically.

Boulders, soil, and metal were all burned to ashes under the burning of this bizarre flame.

Yet under such intense burning of the ghost fire, those illusory army soul figures behind Xu Mujun spontaneously blocked before and beside him, letting the ghost fire burn.

Step by step, Xu Mujun walked out of the range where the ghost fire was burning.

Looking at Xu Mujun, who had not the slightest injury all over his body and was not invaded by the ghost fire, Wang Feiyu was finally afraid at this moment.

"Above the Innate Realm... Above the Innate Realm!"

"The pinnacle of martial arts—when spirit transforms into Divine Thought, it can cause drastic changes in the heaven and earth Origin Qi, forming a Divine Ability..."

He roared, "In this lifetime, the path of immortality is severed, and all of us immortals are like this. How could a Martial Artist step onto the pinnacle of martial arts!"

"Damn it!"

He cursed angrily, and then without the slightest hesitation... turned around and ran!

Slapping with both hands, two Divine Travel Talismans landed on his legs, causing his speed to surge drastically.

At the same time, with a casual wave, two Talismans appeared in his hands. A look of heartache flashed across his face as he threw them out.

"Old Ancestor?"

Wang Zifeng on the side widened his eyes. What was the Old Ancestor doing?

He actually ran?

"Retreat!"

"Abandon Yuanhe Mountain, let us go to Jiangzhou!"

Wang Feiyu's voice was still echoing, but his figure had already rushed a hundred meters away.

And the two Talismans he threw out were also taking effect at this moment.

One Talisman landed on the ground, and instantly the land within a radius of a hundred meters began to churn, forming earth spears that rapidly shot toward Xu Mujun.

The second Talisman transformed into balls of fire in mid-air, landing on the ground and burning fiercely, blocking Xu Mujun's path.

Wang Zifeng was stunned for a moment, and then also without hesitation turned around and ran, heading precisely to the side of Wang Feiyu.

Xu Mujun's body swayed, and with a leap, he dodged the ground spikes.

Facing the sweeping flames, he also slashed them out with a single saber strike, quickly pursuing in the direction of Wang Feiyu.

As for Wang Zifeng escaping to the side, he didn't even spare him a glance.

"Want to run? How could it be that easy?"

Xu Mujun said coldly, "For Great Yu, for Your Majesty, the Wang Family remnants must undoubtedly die!"

Wang Feiyu had a Divine Travel Talisman, his figure almost transforming into an illusion as he crossed the numerous fighting rebel forces and imperial court army, charging down the mountain.

A golden magic shield flashed across his body once more—it was precisely a Vajra Talisman.

As for Xu Mujun, he displayed his lightweight kung fu, his legs crossing and kicking in mid-air as he pursued Wang Feiyu at lightning speed.

"Go!"

Seeing that Wang Feiyu was about to approach the mountain gate, Xu Mujun grabbed the saber hilt with one hand, let out a low shout, and abruptly hurled it toward the direction where Wang Feiyu was fleeing.

"Whoosh!"

The long saber cut through the air, emitting a series of piercing grinding sounds.

"Clang!"

Almost in an instant, the long saber collided with the golden light on Wang Feiyu's body, exploding into a violent spark.

Wang Feiyu's figure swayed abruptly, nearly tumbling to the ground, but he still stabilized his body and continued fleeing without turning his head back.

"Damn Xu Mujun!"

"You just wait for this old man..."

The moment his words fell, he abruptly turned his head, throwing both hands fiercely toward Xu Mujun's direction.

In an instant, densely packed black light spots rushed over rapidly, slamming fiercely onto Xu Mujun's body as a large amount of blood burst forth.

Xu Mujun's sprinting figure also couldn't help but sway abruptly, nearly falling to the ground.

"Hahaha... How does this old man's Soul-Devouring Sand taste?"

"Go and die for this old man!"

Wang Feiyu gave a loud laugh. Although his complexion was pale at this moment, it could not conceal his excited expression.

Yet he saw him reach out with a grab, and a black claw appeared, which he threw toward Xu Mujun's direction.

The black claw swelled against the wind, instantly transforming into a massive ghost claw that descended from the sky to grab at Xu Mujun.

"Die...!"

Wang Feiyu shouted furiously, as if he had already seen the terrifying scene of Xu Mujun's head being crushed to pieces.

However, Xu Mujun, kneeling halfway on the ground, did not show the slightest trace of fear at this moment. He abruptly raised his head as murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

His mouth opened slightly, and he spat out fiercely.

In an instant, the blood-colored Flying Sword shot out like lightning, directly piercing through this ghost claw. The massive ghost claw shadow instantly vanished from mid-air.

"A Flying Sword?!"

Wang Feiyu cried out in alarm, his figure subconsciously swaying abruptly. The Flying Sword shot past the edge of the Vajra Talisman, carving out a series of piercing fiery sounds.

"Damn it, how did you..."

Before he could react, he saw Xu Mujun extend a single hand toward his direction and grab fiercely.

"Oh no!"

Wang Feiyu's heart shook violently, and he subconsciously turned his head abruptly, but it was already too late!

A blood-colored Flying Sword turned into lightning, rapidly shooting over and instantly piercing through his skull!

Fresh blood mixed with brain matter spewed out, and Wang Feiyu's figure also swayed before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Wang Feiyu had fallen.

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