320: Gu Xuan Ge

A flash of killing intent crossed Ji Wuchang's eyes. The light from the Soul-Illuminating Mirror finally moved away from him. His body flickered, and he instantly appeared before the man in black.

"Great Sun Divine Fist!"

"Silent Extinction Gloomy Light Slash!"

Ji Wuchang's killing intent was cold and stern. He raised the longsword in his right hand and slashed down, the sword light heading straight for the man in black's throat.

Upon his left hand, a phantom of a blazing sun emerged. He threw a punch, aiming directly at the man's chest.

Simultaneously, three Divine Soul Spikes emerged from his glabella, shooting straight toward the man's forehead.

At this moment, Ji Wuchang directly unleashed his terrifying lethal moves, determined not to give the man in black any chance to counterattack.

The man in black was covered in blood; the explosion of several Spiritual Artifacts just now had directly wounded him.

Just as he was about to raise the Soul-Illuminating Mirror in his hand to aim it at Ji Wuchang, the three Divine Soul Spikes, fast as lightning, pierced into his forehead.

The man in black couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, and the Soul-Illuminating Mirror slipped from his hand.

Before the man in black could react, a fist slammed into his chest, while a sliver of sword light sliced across his throat!

The man's head rolled several yards away, and blood gushed from his neck.

Ji Wuchang's body flickered, and he snatched the Soul-Illuminating Mirror into his hand.

Just then, the man's Divine Soul emerged. Ji Wuchang's gaze turned cold as he adjusted the direction of the Soul-Illuminating Mirror, shining it directly onto the man's soul.

The man in black immediately let out a wretched scream as green smoke continuously rose from his Divine Soul.

"No!"

The man's Divine Soul let out a shrill roar and fled into the distance, but rolling flames suddenly appeared on his soul, instantly swallowing it.

In just a few moments, the man's screams came to an abrupt halt, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Ji Wuchang looked at the mirror in his hand in surprise, then suddenly cried out in pain and quickly moved the mirror away.

The moment he looked at the mirror's surface, a beam of light shot out from the Soul-Illuminating Mirror, hitting him directly in the face.

Green smoke immediately rose from his face, causing him excruciating pain.

At this moment, Ji Wuchang understood that as long as this mirror sensed a Divine Soul, it would activate automatically, killing everything in its path regardless of who they were.

In the past, he really would have had no way to put this mirror away, as he currently didn't have a Storage Ring.

However, these two men in black actually had Storage Rings on them, which happened to solve his problem.

Actually, Ji Wuchang also thought of another problem: he had entered the Chaotic Soul Secret Realm as a Divine Soul body, so how would he take these things out when the time came?

However, after thinking for just a moment, he couldn't be bothered to ponder further. After all, his current situation didn't seem very good!

Nevertheless, the Chaotic Soul Secret Realm could last no longer than thirty-three days; once the time was up, one would be automatically expelled.

This meant that as long as he held out for another eighteen days, it would all be over.

Ji Wuchang looked at the corpses of the two men in black with a cold expression. He cut them into several pieces again and arranged them into the character for 'Death'!

He wanted to tell all the men in black that if they wanted to kill him, they should be prepared for death.

Ji Wuchang did not linger and turned to leave.

An hour later, over a dozen men in black appeared there, their faces ashen as they looked at the word 'Death' composed of corpse fragments below.

"Lord, the Soul-Illuminating Mirror was not found on the Young Lord. It is very likely he took it!"

One of the men in black spoke to the leader, his expression solemn and fear flickering in his eyes!

This group of people came from the same place: the Ancient Pavilion!

The Ancient Pavilion was an assassin organization with considerable influence. It had been entrenched in Heavenly Star Province for years, and its strength was not inferior to that of Changhe Sect.

Not long ago, the Ancient Pavilion had accepted a commission to kill Ji Wuchang, but they were not allowed to harm his Physical Body.

The one who commissioned the Ancient Pavilion was none other than the people from the Demonic Paths First Hall.

During this period, the Demonic Paths First Hall had suffered heavy losses, causing their strength to decline rapidly. They were no longer able to deploy more manpower to deal with Ji Wuchang!

The main reason was that a while ago, the Demonic Paths First Hall had schemed to take the revived Demon Race from the Purple Flame Venerable's Secret Realm and sent them directly to the Supreme's side.

With this vast Devilish Qi, the Supreme's resurrection was put on the schedule.

Originally, because a split soul had been destroyed, a hundred-year slumber was required, but now he would awaken in twenty years at most.

Ji Wuchang's growth had always been within their surveillance range; even while at the Yunchuan Academy, he remained under watch.

When Ji Wuchang went to Mount Jiulei last time, he knew that there was a spy from the Demonic Paths First Hall in the Yunchuan Academy, but he had been unable to find out who it was.

The Demonic Paths First Hall needed to deliver Ji Wuchang's Physical Body to the Supreme as soon as possible to grow alongside him.

Therefore, as soon as Ji Wuchang and the others left the Yunchuan Academy this time, the people of the Demonic Paths First Hall knew of his future destination.

The people of the Demonic Paths First Hall went directly to the Ancient Pavilion and hired them to take action against Ji Wuchang.

The Young Pavilion Master of the Ancient Pavilion was the person holding the Soul-Illuminating Mirror just now, and the mirror was one of the most important treasures of the Ancient Pavilion.

The leader of the men in black this time was named Gu Chengbao, with a cultivation base at the eighth layer of the Soul Splitting Realm.

His face was currently as dark as water. In their view, killing a Purple Mansion Realm Cultivator was as easy as reaching into a pocket to take something, but now they had been slapped hard in the face.

Gu Chengbao's body radiated killing intent as he said coldly, "Search for him. No matter what, find him."

"Even if we have to pay a great price, find him for me, destroy his soul, and reclaim the Soul-Illuminating Mirror!"

Hearing Gu Chengbao's words, the eyes of the men in black turned murderous. They knew that if they couldn't complete this task, they would all die.

At this moment, Ji Wuchang encountered another person, who, like him, was a Divine Soul body.

The two looked at each other, and the man suddenly saw the mark on Ji Wuchang's glabella, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"You are Ji Wuchang?"

The man suddenly spoke, a hint of greed appearing in his eyes.

Ji Wuchang was slightly taken aback. Although he didn't understand why the other party would ask this or how they knew his name, he still nodded.

Seeing Ji Wuchang admit it, the man suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Hand over the divine soul light, and I won't attack you, how about it?"

After the man finished speaking, he stared greedily at the mark on Ji Wuchang's glabella, his body trembling slightly.

Ji Wuchang frowned. He instantly thought back to when he first obtained the divine soul light and that voice that spread through most of the Secret Realm from the sky.

He suppressed the urge to immediately fight the man and asked calmly, "What use is the divine soul light?"

The man chuckled and then said mockingly, "You don't need to know that. Just say, are you handing it over or not?"

Ji Wuchang looked at the man before him, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hand over your granddaddy! If you won't talk, I'll beat it out of you!"

After Ji Wuchang finished speaking, a Divine Soul Spike appeared at his glabella and shot into the man's forehead as fast as lightning.