Death
Wood Spirit cushioned Mu Yu and Archfiend Baiyuan’s fall, allowing them to quickly get back on their feet. Still, Mu Yu took damage, while Archfiend Baiyuan’s wounds opened up. Had Xiaoshuai not caught Archfiend Baiyuan by the ears in time, they would have been separated.
“The best strategy is to wait for me to recover so that I can bounce their heads off the ground. Ah, little one, stop pulling on my ears,” growled Archfiend Baiyuan.
Refusing to let ago, Xiaoshuai argued, “Even with my assistance, it’ll take two hours for you to purge the Soul Binding technique from your body. You think they’ll wait for two hours?”
“For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve had more failures than successes,” ribbed Mu Yu, dragging Archfiend Baiyuan away from a white beam. “I don’t even have an ally who can help me this time. In fact, I’m having to lug you around.”
“You two really deluded enough to think you can escape?” Hun Wuxiang jibed.
Ju Mang suggested, “Ask Archfiend Baiyuan to help. As an Apotheosis Realm fiend, he knows how to use your domain ability.”
“Old Furry, you know how to assist me with my domain?” Mu Yu questioned.
“What domain? I can’t even lift my arm, let alone deploy my domain.”
“No, I’m using my domain. My control over it is lousy because I’m not an Apotheosis Realm cultivator, so I need your aid.”
“What domain do you h, oh, right, Ju Mang’s spastic blinking ability. How do I help?”
“That’s my question.”
“Why do you alw-, oh, right, you’re not at Apotheosis Realm yet, so your ability becomes Blind as a Bat. Instead, you can use my domain as a medium to reduce the burden on you.”
“Okay, let’s roll with that before we’re goners.”
Ignoring the useless and harmless mockery, Mu Yu concentrated spiritual energy to his eyes, deploying his domain. Archfiend Baiyuan pressed his hand against Mu Yu’s back, transferring Mu Yu’s domain and spiritual energy to himself.
Although initially surprised, Hu Wuxiang denounced, “I forgot you had Ju Mang. An Ascension Realm cultivator’s domain is child’s play to us, though!”
“Soul Style Luo Sound – Four Direction Soul Curse!”
“Soul Style Luo Sound – Thousand Lanterns Demon Seal!”
Third Heaven Palace’s duo wanted to score a swift victory, lest Mu Yu pull a surprise victory on them as he had a penchant for doing in prolonged matches.
White soul lanterns spawned one after another in the air. Dian Wei’s white bead formed a white box, music notes belting all around. Soul energy ripples acted as gatekeepers to prevent Mu Yu escaping. The white confined white souls in the lanterns reached out for Mu Yu.
Mu Yu swept a black beam from his eyes around, devouring anything it came into contact with, blowing a hole in the barrier overhead so that he could borrow the heaven’s power for his favourite slash, although death qi added another layer of complexity to it. As Mu Yu swung, the air sizzled, erasing lanterns, souls and the barrier wherever it went. The things the black energy devoured from the sky to the earth enhanced its power.
“Nice, you’ve modified the technique to manipulate ‘Death’,” Ju Mang raved.
“Now I know why Cheng Yan said our celestial swords are our real ace.”
Celestial Swords Nine Catalysts had the “catalysts” part in its name for it was able to easily create new variations through combining the techniques with other techniques. Mu Yu combined Death with his swordplay to see if he could control Death more easily, and he found it actually made it feel more natural to wield.
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