Deity Destruction Talisman
“KILL HIM!” Formation Sect’s disciples roared upon snapping out of it.
Talisman Sect’s group looked as though they someone urinated in their tea. Had Mo Ziming not utilised Blood Talisman, they would’ve continued being led by the nose.
Blood Talisman sacrificed several layers of one’s cultivation in order to undo an illusion skill cast on them. In worst case scenarios, their cultivation would never progress again. In Mo Ziming’s case, though, death outweighed the risk of never being able to progress again.
Aggressively, Mu Chenghong performed hand seals again. His Seven Stars Heavenly Lightning was in another league compared to Song Qingyu’s. If the seventh lightning bolt hit Mo Ziming, not even a speck of him would be left. Frankly, it wasn’t cruel from Mu Chenghong’s perspective as it was trivial compared to Talisman Sect planning to massacre all of Formation Sect.
Formation Sect’s Greater Heaven casters never knew Mu Chenghong still had so much talent hidden away, while Talisman Sect regretted not knowing enough about him.
“Mu Chenghong, I would stop there if I were you!” Chang Tiancheng raged.
Zhuge Xiaosheng intercepted Chang Tiancheng as the latter went to intervene. “Patriarch Chang, It is part and parcel of competing. The loser has no say, true?”
Zhuge Xiaosheng felt ecstatic when he had the chance to give Chang Tiancheng a taste of his own medicine, not to mention he looked forward to Mu Chenghong vanquishing Mo Ziming.
“This is different! Mo Ziming’s talisman technique is already und-” Chang Tiancheng stopped himself for he saw Mo Ziming’s Purple Spirit Palm hovering above him.
Mo Ziming wasn’t the one who cast Purple Spirit Palm; Mu Chenghong used a control formation to force Mo Ziming into casting it.
“Stop him!” Chang Tiancheng commanded of Zhou Jinglin.
“Right away!”
Zhou Jinglin summoned a red talisman to his hand. At the same time, Mu Chenghong’s face turned bright red as he curled up prior to eventually plummeting. Mu Chenghong unleashed blood from his mouth as if it was a geyser. Red light wriggled under his skin as though he had worms under there.
The talisman Zhou Jinglin activated was the same one cast on Luo Feilong and Ji Wenkai – Deity Destruction Talisman.
Despite his anguish, Mu Chenghong fought for his rationality and continued with his hand seals to bring down the seventh lightning bolt!
Boom! Another ultimate deity was gone.
Face ashen, Mu Chenghong uttered with his last breath, “Formation Sect… wins” and then collapsed.
Zhuge Xiaosheng retrieved Mu Chenghong straight away and transferred spiritual energy over via his fingers, erasing the red light wriggling under his skin. Mu Chenghong struggled to raise his eyelid and expressed, “Sorry, Patriarch. I have never betrayed Formation Sect. I like everything about Formation Sect and want to be your disciple…”
“You always have been and always will be!”
Zhuge Xiaosheng gripped Mu Chenghong’s hand. Candidly, he didn’t know how to feel in the moment. As for Mu Chenghong, he was aware Talisman Sect was going to kill him as retribution. Nonetheless, he was prepared.
Mu Yu could only watch on as none of his pills could neutralise the damage of Deity Destruction Talisman.
“Junior Brother… Have you seen… the third formation tablet?”
Mu Yu shook his head, stopping to think first.
“You should go because… be… cause the real…” Mu Chenghong passed out before he could finish.
“Will he last?” Mu Yu inquired.
Zhuge Xiaosheng shook his head. “I can only stop Deity Destruction Talisman temporarily. Once the formation I cast on him fades, they will activate it again to finish him.
Mu Yu bit down on his bottom jaw, recalling what Mu Chenghong said. He finally realised that he misunderstood Mu Chenghong when the latter said he wanted to keep the perfect version of Formation Sect in his memories. He didn’t mean he was going to keep the memory after he destroyed Formation Sect but that he would take it with him as a beautiful farewell memory.
“You want to keep it in your memory. I want to keep it in reality, though. You should help me.” Mu Yu’s eyes turned black and white.
“Why haven’t you killed him?” Chang Tiancheng shouted in Zhou Jinglin’s face.
Zhou Jinglin tried to activate the Deity Destruction Talisman in Mu Chenghong again to no avail. “Patriarch, we underestimated Mu Chenghong. He has found some formation to suppress the Deity Destruction Formation in him. It is only temporary, but we still need to wait for the formation to wear off. With Zhuge Xiaosheng helping, we cannot kill him yet.”
“Patriarch, shall we call those on standby outside in to avenge Junior Brother Mo?” asked Jiang Xiangdi, melancholic.
Though he was aware his game backfired, Chang Tiancheng heatedly answered, “No need. Formation Sect’s demise is inevitable. We shall see this game to the end. We still have a Greater Heaven Stage disciple. Ling Zheng, make sure you kill Feng Mu regardless of what means you must resort to. Let’s see why Chen Tiandao would choose him to control Formation Palace! Right now, I need you to go see what he’s thinking. If he doesn’t accept your challenge, we shall commence our operation!”
Talisman Sect was going to win two more matches in the remaining three. Ling Zheng had to win the final match for them.
Ling Zheng’s blood lust oozed from him as he gave a nod.
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