134: The Divine and Demonic Killing Method, Dragon Demon Absolute Shadow!

Chapter 134: God-Devil Killing Art — Absolute Shadow Dragon-Devil!

Intense golden light illuminated all of Ningan, and surging black Qi swept through various parts of the city.

For a moment, golden light and black Qi intertwined, creating an atmosphere akin to an epic descent.

Qin Jiang waved his large hand, and black Qi enveloped everyone, carrying them away, leaving Liu Xiangyi standing in place with a look of madness.

"Qin... Qin-ge..."

In the distance, Xu Yanran murmured, her eyes hazy.

Beside her, Qin Hong also looked blankly at the giant figure; it was her younger brother, no doubt, but...

"Everyone! Now that the Jin Yu Pavilion has invaded and battles rage everywhere, I ask everyone to work together! Defend Ningan!"

Long Daosheng stepped forward and looked at the crowd. The high-end combat power was temporarily stable, but there were Jin Yu Pavilion Martial Artists causing chaos throughout the city. If left unchecked, the losses would be immeasurable.

"We obey the Grand Elder's command!"

"I'm going to the west of the city. Is anyone coming with me?"

"You go to the west, then I'll go to the east!"

"You all go, the Ren Family Head and I will go to the south of the city!"

After everyone left, Long Daosheng activated the sect leader token. This time, he didn't choose to control the Demon Subduing Array, but rather used the sect leader token to empower himself.

He looked towards the city wall, and Wang Zizai's young figure came into his sight. That was his opponent.

Looking back at Qin Jiang's position, a hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

Will he win?

At the Long Manor ruins, the Master of Jinyu Pavilion, holding the Black Death Sword, looked up at Qin Jiang with surprise in his eyes.

"Divine Warrior?"

He shook his head slightly. No, it wasn't. There was no fluctuation of space Law.

Which meant he was a Secret Martial Artist, an unprecedented super Secret Martial Artist.

What a pity, he would meet his end today.

A talent as formidable as Qin Jiang was no longer a matter of whether he could be recruited, but rather, he had to be put to death.

Whoosh—!

A strong wind pressed down as Qin Jiang's palm descended, enveloped in intense golden light, like a falling sun.

The Master of Jinyu Pavilion swung his sword, instantly forming a giant black light blade. The space around the light blade vaguely showed fragmented serrations.

Qin Jiang's eyes flickered. Space Law. This light blade had torn space.

The power in his palm increased, and the heavy palm wind forcibly pushed the black light blade back.

Surprise appeared in the Master of Jinyu Pavilion's eyes. He hadn't expected Qin Jiang to be able to forcibly compress space and block the light blade's advance.

He couldn't help but smile. It was futile.

The difference between Divine Martial and Secret Martial lay in the power of space. This was an absolutely superior power, definitely not...

Bang—!

A loud bang directly interrupted his thoughts. Looking up, he saw that the golden giant palm had actually crushed the light blade!

His brow raised slightly, a hint of admiration appearing. Had he forcibly shattered space with absolute power?

Amazing! Truly unadorned, absolute power!

Without hesitation, he directly stepped into the Void Realm, walking on it as if on flat ground.

The Black Death Sword was held horizontally in front of him. As his movement speed grew faster and faster, the sword momentum condensed on the sword body also grew stronger and stronger.

Woo—!

Qin Jiang raised his arm and threw a punch. The fist sliced through the air, forming a white Qi wave, which was instantly swallowed by a suddenly appearing black spatialcrack (rift).

The Master of Jinyu Pavilion stood suspended, his sword blade slashing horizontally, instantly drawing a long, narrow black line that traversed Ningan City.

Boom—!!!

Accompanied by a loud bang, the air violently splashed, cutting across various parts of the city like a blade, leaving bottomless cracks.

Drip!

Crimson blood dripped. Qin Jiang glanced at his fist; a deep, bone-visible wound had been cut across four fingers. The next second, a black light flashed, and the wound completely healed.

Across from him, the Master of Jinyu Pavilion's eyes narrowed slightly. That sword strike earlier carried the power of space, and the wound it caused was eroded by spatial power. It shouldn't have healed so quickly.

"Alright, the probing is over. Let's finish this quickly."

Qin Jiang's voice rang out, cold as ice.

The Master of Jinyu Pavilion gently stroked the sword's edge, a wisp of jade-colored light wrapping around the blade. He looked at Qin Jiang and smiled faintly, "Arrogant fellow. However, you have the right to be arrogant."

The next moment, their figures disappeared from sight, only urgent crashing sounds echoing, faintly accompanied by a Dragon roar shaking heaven and earth.

Streaks of Devilish Fire, wrapped in Sword Qi, fell, burning it to ashes before the Sword Qi could cause damage.

On the city wall, Long Daosheng was covered in blood. Across from him, Wang Zizai casually flicked the blood from his black, spiky weapon.

Long Daosheng looked at him in disbelief. He hadn't expected that even with the sect leader token's empowerment, he was still no match for Wang Zizai.

"You... how can you... be so strong..."

With the sect leader token's empowerment, it was as if half the city's power descended. Not to mention the Martial Destiny level, he would even have some power to struggle against a Divine Warrior!

Wang Zizai smiled at his words, "I am over a hundred years older than you. My cultivation has long reached the Peak of Secret Martial. If not for the limitations of Martial arts, I could have ascended to Divine Martial two hundred years ago. If not for the limitations of Lifespan, I could have forcibly broken through the Divine Martial barrier with the Demon Subduing Fist a hundred years ago.

It's just a pity that fate plays tricks on people. Now, Phoenix blood has restored me to my Peak. Losing to me is nothing to be surprised about."

Long Daosheng's eyes turned somewhat ashen upon hearing this. No wonder. No wonder he had given up the sect leader token so easily that day.

It turned out he simply didn't care.

Looking at the sect leader token in his palm, he couldn't help but clench his fist, his eyes becoming resolute.

Even so, he would never lose!

At the Long Manor ruins, accompanied by a surge of space, Qin Jiang and the Master of Jinyu Pavilion's figures reappeared.

Qin Jiang twisted his shoulder, resetting his broken neck. Flesh and blood regenerated, recovering completely in just an instant.

Now, his Physical Body was too strong.

The Physical Body cultivated by the God-Demon True Scripture was no weaker than that of a Demon King!

And with theOverlay (superposition) of the Huang Ting Shang Hua True Scripture, his recovery ability was even above that of ordinary Demon Kings!

Across from him, the Master of Jinyu Pavilion held his sword with his right arm, his left arm hanging limply.

He looked at Qin Jiang with admiration, "If only you were from my Huai Country, I truly wouldn't want to personally erase such a peerless genius as you."

He couldn't help but feel regret. If a talent as extraordinary as Qin Jiang had been born in Huai Country, within a hundred years, he would surely have enabled Huai Country to sweep through the surrounding sixteen countries and become the sole hegemon!

What a pity, what a pity. Such a Divine talent was destined to perish here today.

Crack, crack, crack!

A series of bone crackling sounds came from his body. His drooping left arm instantly recovered, and his figure grew to three meters tall.

"This sword, the Black Death Requiem, is the Profound Truth of my life's Martial Dao. I will grant you a dignified end."

With that, he raised his sword blade, his eyes slightly closed.

His left hand, with fingers pressed together, traced the blade of the Black Death Sword. In the blink of an eye, the sword body grew wildly, transforming into a ten-meter-long sword!

Gripping the hilt with both hands, immense power gathered towards the sword body. A translucent black barrier enveloped him, preventing any possibility of interrupting the sword stance.

Qin Jiang's eyes narrowed, feeling the intense sense of crisis, like countless fine needles pricking his body.

He knew that this sword had locked onto him, impossible to interrupt or evade.

Without any words, he stepped into a bow stance. Endless Devilish Qi flowed, his right fist resting at his waist, his entire arm radiating endless golden light.

The Dragon coiled on his shoulder wrapped down his arm, transforming into a Devil Dragon pattern. Fiery black flames burned alongside the golden light.

God-Devil Killing Art — Absolute Shadow Dragon-Devil!