Chapter 275: Chapter 212: Sword Slashing Ghost Emperor – First update, please subscribe
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Once the glare dispelled, the pair’s figures re-emerged.
Pah!
The Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor spat out a mouthful of coagulated blood, his
dragon robe tattered, the crown on his head shattered long ago, his long hair scattered, an image of utter defeat.
He was deeply shocked, he didn’t expect to still fail to block Pei Xuanjing’s sword.
Pei Xuanjing couldn’t help but admire, the Seven Kills Sword was indeed worthy of its reputation as the divine weapon of the Seven Kills Sword Sect, even surpassing his Shenxiao Sword. It completely bore the sword intent of Pei Xuanjing. Not only was it unaffected, but it seemed to imprint his sword intent as well.
He looked at the disheveled Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor and coldly stated: “Let’s end it all!”
As he spoke, the Seven Kills sword in his hand swayed again, ready to strike down his opponent.
Nevertheless, the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor wouldn’t simply wait for his death.
He let out a swing, and as Pei Xuanjing raised his sword to block, the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor released a sudden eerie and cold Yin Sha Qi, rushing towards Pei Xuanjing with a palm strike.
The Netherworld ghost Qi was even more powerful and unsettling than the Netherworld Death Palm previously used by King Ping. In Pei Xuanjing’s life simulation, he had been caught off guard by this move from the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor.
Unfortunately for him, once this kind of move is guarded against, all that is needed is to run the Innate Thunder Gang Qi. His spiritually transformed left palm wasn’t afraid of Netherworld ghost Qi at all.
Countless purple and blue electric currents gathered in his left palm, with which Pei Xuanjing too, struck out.
Boom!
The overwhelming force sent Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor flying. His entire figure flew backwards.
“Ahh!” he uttered a pained howl. The previous palm strike had not only fractured the root of his left arm’s bone, but also allowed countless thunder powers to break in from his palm. The rampaging thunder power was constantly damaging his meridians, and even had the tendency to rush into his body.
He hit his left shoulder with the saber hilt to suppress this thunder power, with an expression full of surprise. He didn’t understand why Pei Xuanjing was prepared.
Pei Xuanjing had no intention of explaining, he just sneered, “Die!”
Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor smirked, “If you want to kill me, it won’t be that easy.” Speaking of it, he leaped and fled towards the distance.
He was no fool like the Seven Kills Sword Master who would stick around knowing he was going to die. Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the
Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor decisively escaped, without the slightest hesitation.
For a powerful figure of his realm, it would be difficult to detain him if he really wanted to escape.
Pei Xuanjing was naturally unwilling to let him slip away easily. He drew a fierce sword Qi and slashed towards the other party.
“Pei Xuanjing, I’ll be back again. One of these days, I’ll certainly…” Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor didn’t care at all. A complacent expression appeared on his face as he lifted his saber to block the sword.
However, before he could finish talking, his voice suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face also froze.
Slurp!
A seemingly insignificant blade suddenly shot out from the sword light, piercing his throat…
Thump.
The body of Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor plummeted from the sky and dust rose from the ground where it landed.
“Sigh!” Pei Xuanjing sighed lightly and walked over to the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor’s corpse.
The shot that pierced the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor was the broken Shenxiao blade he had earlier kept in his sleeve.
Originally, he thought that Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor could be considered a strong man of the older generation, and he wanted to give him a somewhat dignified death.
However, since the other party was unwilling to fight to the death and ran away, Pei Xuanjing naturally didn’t show any more mercy. The sword he slashed was merely a disguise, the real killing move was the blade hidden in the sword light.
After all, such a strong person, if allowed to escape, would undoubtedly bring him a great deal of trouble.
With the moon at its zenith and the cold wind howling, Pei Xuanjing stood alone in the center of the mansion, glanced at the surrounding crowd without any interest in their origins, and let his loud voice ring out: “Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor is dead, and there is no more Underworld!” Rustle…
These words, when they fell into the ears of everyone around, it was like a bombshell that triggered countless exclamations.
Looking at the figure standing proudly in the dark night, as powerful as a god or a demon, everyone present was dumbstruck. As if this figure had been seared into their hearts forever, impossible to erase.
Pei Xuanjing cared for none of this. With a reach of his fingers into the void, he first took the half of the Shenxiao blade into his sleeve. Then, with a swing of the Seven Kills sword, he decapitated the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor.
Given the current situation, even the most bizarre martial artist, with any kind of skills, would be doomed to death once their head was severed.
At the same time, Pei Xuanjing also found a page from the Netherworld Book on the other party.
[Obtained the strange object – Page of the Netherworld’s Book, refining will get
100,000 Taoyun.] *2
A smile appeared on his face, he didn’t expect his gains to be so huge this time. Apart from the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor’s Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Saber, there were also two pages of the Netherworld Book.
Two pages from a Netherworld Book, after complete refining, could grant Pei Xuanjing 200,000 Taoyun, enough to support him in two life simulations.
Pei Xuanjing reasoning, if he was lucky, two rounds of life simulation might have a transformative effect on his power.
“On top of the three pages of the Netherworld Book I originally had, plus these two, I now have five pages from the Netherworld Book. I wonder what other use these Netherworld Books may have.” Pei Xuanjing was musing to himself.
Initially, he thought that the trial to seize the Netherworld Book involved him just having a projection of his brand. He didn’t think too much of it.
But when the old celestial master mentioned the name Danling Zi, and everything he did in the projection seemed to have actually happened, Pei Xuanjing was somewhat puzzled.
Was the original Danling Zi just like that available? Or did he borrow the Netherworld Book to dream back to the Taihe Mountain six hundred years ago, having done all the things Danling Zi did back then?
Everything remained unknown.
Even though he had carefully examined the Netherworld Book afterwards, he made no significant discoveries.
Therefore, he was becoming more and more curious about the mysteries of this Netherworld Book.
Holding the two pages of the Netherworld Book in his hand and carefully perusing them, he astutely discovered that these two pages were slightly different from those he had obtained before.
He seemed to see a line of words vaguely on the page that wasn’t gold or jade:
[Hungry Ghost Path].
Was this the saber technique that Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor just used?
A gleam of brightness flickered across Pei Xuanjing’s eyes.
But he didn’t look any closer, instead, he stowed the Netherworld Book and slowly lifted his head to gaze at the distant horizon.
Someone was approaching.
A master, no less formidable than the Fengdu’s Ghost Emperor just moments ago.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a great cloak, the splendid clothing adorned with some golden patterns at the cuffs. His black hair was held in place by hairpins, and he looked either rich or noble, yet without any air of arrogance.
Despite having not seen this man before, upon laying his eyes on him for the first time, he recognized his identity.
The visitor was the current Sky Demon Sect’s leader, Xue Wuheng, who was hailed as the Demon Cult’s outstanding talent of the millennium and was assumed to be the hero who was most likely to rebuild the Demon Cult in the last six hundred years.
“Sky Demon Sect leader, Xue Wuheng?” Pei Xuanjing began in a faint voice..