Death Wish
With formations and talismans off limits, the row came down to a spiritual energy potency contest. In a way, it was a contest of which style was more profound. In terms of cultivation, Ling Zheng and Mu Yu were equals as Mu Yu ascended to Body Severing Realm Ninth Layer during his one year of studying under Chen Tiandao’s tutelage. Plus, Mu Yu still had poison and swordplay at his disposal. To put it into perspective, Mu Yu still had two arms, while Ling Zheng amputated both of his.
“Where does he source his confidence from?” Xiaoshuai exclaimed.
“Haha, his ranking on Ultimate Immortals Ranking, probably,” Mu Yu answered, thinking, Who cares what your rank is? If you’re not still ranked at the end, you shouldn’t have even been ranked in the first place.
“What are you laughing about?!” Ling Zheng brayed.
“You know, I’m starting to feel sorry for you? How big must your ego be to blind you?”
“Big enough to crush you!”
Ling Zheng ripped his sword out and propelled himself forward. Although confident in himself at first, he started panicking when Mu Yu was unperturbed, asking himself, “Why isn’t he panicking? What is he grinning about?”
As Mu Yu said, practical techniques prevailed over flashy. Simple techniques were plenty for dealing with someone who lacked technique. Like a flash of lightning flitting forward, Ling Zheng involuntarily juddered after seeing the flash. Struggling to breathe, he dropped his broken sword and reached up to find blood pouring out from his neck.
“How? How did a formation caster with lower cultivation than me kill me?” was the question Ling Zheng tried to voice to no avail.
As Mu Yu’s sword qi rampaged inside Ling Zheng’s body, Wood Spirit Sword emerged from Shadow Splitter Sword to drain Ling Zheng’s life force.
Eyes wide, Ling Zheng fell to the ground. His white ultimate immortal symbol shot off his hand and flashed exploded in the sky as a formation. Bemused, Mu Yu looked around him.
“I get it now. This forbidden zone cancels out even Third Realm Palace’s formation guardian’s formation. Guess I owe Ling Zheng a thank you.”
Since Ling Zheng’s symbol was destroyed instead of switched, as long as Talisman Sect didn’t reveal Ling Zheng’s death, nobody would know Ultimate Immortals Ranking’s rank eighty had killed rank sixty-seven.
“I guess I’ll have to wait fifteen minutes or so to get out now.”
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“Eh? This is the second time someone hasn’t produced soul energy after dying,” an individual overwatching the black and white monuments at Third Heaven Palace remarked. “Should I go see what’s going on? I should wait for His Excellency to return first.”
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“Patriarch Zhuge, why the long face? Have some confident in your disciple.” Chang Tiancheng sat there sneering.
Zhuge Xiaosheng was no longer in any mood to retort Chang Tiancheng.
Rumble! The forbidden zone started to appear hazy, indicating the barrier’s time limit had reached its end. The audience could see one standing silhouette and another lying still on the ground.
Zhuge Xiaosheng stood up and began to tremble. He muttered under his breath, “Is this really it for Formation Sect?”
“Please let it be Feng Mu who is standing…” prayed Formation Sect’s disciples.
Once the red screen completely faded, Chang Tiancheng burst out in laughter. “Patriarch Zhuge, Formation Palace is ours now!”
Talisman Sect’s group were all triumphantly smiling until…
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