Chapter 1852: The Strong Speak with Strength

Elder Ning knew that these Chi Beasts recovered faster than immortals and must never be allowed to rise again, so he seized the opportunity to throw out a Binding Immortal Rope! This object was very effective, but it required high precision. Previously, he had intended to snare these two things, but the speed of both the Ghost Ape and the bat was outrageously fast; the moment the Binding Immortal Rope was thrown, they were already gone—how could they obediently stay in place for him to snare? So Elder Ning would never let this good opportunity slip by.

This time, the Bat Demon Puppet indeed failed to dodge, and with a single squeak, it was bound tightly!

Good, one down.

Elder Ning was overjoyed. However, the moment he threw the rope, a Black Armor Army soldier also leaped over, raising his blade.

Elder Ning didn't take it seriously, casually flicking his whisk.

Among cultivators, these so-called "military elites" caused him less trouble than that ghost-faced monkey.

This strike didn't have the power of the feather fan, but it was easy to send a person flying.

In the midst of his busy work, he also glanced at this fool who wasn't afraid of death.

A face full of whiskers, a dull-looking face.

The guards brought by He Xiao all looked very similar: sturdy builds, dark skin, eyes gleaming with sharp light, fierce like wolves.

Elder Ning was just about to command the flying wheels to attack the Ghost Ape when he suddenly felt something was wrong:

Wait a minute, wasn't this person just blown away by the feather fan's gale? He had landed and turned into a bloody skeleton, so how could he still participate in the siege?

Oh no...

Elder Ning knew something was wrong, turning his whisk into a thrust, intending to shatter this person's internal organs.

But it was too late.

Just as he turned his head, there was only a flash of brilliant silver light before his eyes.

The Sect Master's Jumang Golden Sword was still shining in the sky, but in this instant, it paled in comparison.

It came like thunder, withdrawing its fury.

Elder Ning's pupils honestly reflected the flowing light like mercury spilling onto the ground, like the first flash of lightning tearing through the midnight.

Fierce, decisive, pure... ruthless! Then, he also saw a touch of fiery red on the blade.

That is...? Origin Power?

Elder Ning didn't wait for the answer, because this flash of light sliced straight across his eyes.

With one slash, half his skull flew off! With Elder Ning's ability, he didn't even have time for his primordial spirit to self-detonate before he perished on the spot!

He died so indignantly; if he had discovered the opponent's disguise a second earlier, if he hadn't used up all his protective magic treasures in the previous series of battles, if his primordial spirit hadn't been so exhausted...

Things had reached this point; there were no "ifs," only "as it is."

Xiao Wencheng turned his head and happened to see this scene, unable to help but feel his eyes split with rage: "Junior Brother Ning!"

One of his only two fellow disciples was now gone.

The Black Armor Army soldier who had beheaded Elder Ning landed, standing tall, golden blood dripping from the blade onto the ground, drop by drop.

His face had also changed: long eyebrows and bright eyes, no big beard.

After driving away the Blood Demon, he had used the Mirage Horn to disguise himself as a Black Armor Army soldier, mixing into the ranks to besiege Elder Ning.

There would definitely be an opportunity, as long as he had patience.

Both Illusion Sect elders thought he would escape the Divine Fire Barrier, because once out, he could use the Haoyuan Golden Mirror.

How could they have expected that He He Lingchuan would not only not flee, but sneak back into the Black Armor Army and rise up to kill! What was so great about an immortal? He could behead the Zhao You God in the mine last night, and naturally, he could kill an immortal by the lake today.

"He Xiao!" Xiao Wencheng squeezed this name through his teeth, ignoring Zhu Zhu Xiuer before him, and pointed at He Xiao: "Go!"

Bearing Xiao Wencheng's fury, the Jumang Sword in the sky turned into a golden bird, letting out a clear cry as it dove straight at He He Lingchuan.

This was the original form of the divine sword, the Jumang Divine Bird that legend said guarded the land of the sunrise.

Although it was a hasty glance, he saw clearly that the slash He Xiao used to behead Elder Ning was extremely fast and fierce, and a crimson light had emerged on the blade.

Origin Power!

From the medieval period to the present, Xiao Wencheng had participated in many battles and had dealt with Origin Power no less. When the Tiangong team first entered the Inverted Sea, Origin Power was relatively abundant; he couldn't possibly have misidentified it.

But how could Origin Power appear on He Xiao? This was True Person Qianhuan's Inverted Sea, not the Human Nation! He Xiao had only brought a dozen people in, unlike the Tiangong's grand display.

By reason or logic, Origin Power should have had nothing to do with him!

The Ghost Ape roared, violently throwing the purple-gold staff at the flying Jumang Sword.

But the golden light exploded, the two clashing in mid-air with a sky full of sparks. The purple-gold staff was knocked away, and the Jumang Divine Bird continued on its original path, still rushing toward He He Lingchuan.

Its initial size was only that of a goshawk, but the closer it got to the ground, the more massive it became, now resembling a fire phoenix, leaving a sea of fire in its wake.

Even if He He Lingchuan turned and fled now, the divine sword would track him to the end.

Xiao Wencheng poured out all his immortal power, intending to intercept and kill him here.

He would never let this little thief leave the barrier alive!

Seeing the scorching golden light rushing toward his face, with half the sky burning, He He Lingchuan was not afraid; instead, he stepped forward two paces, flicking the Floating Life Blade with his middle finger.

*Clang—*

With a light sound, the Clang-Dragon Armor seemed to receive a summons, covering his entire body on its own. Each scale slightly expanded and contracted before returning to its original state, as if the entity had awakened and stretched, subsequently bursting forth with black flames over a foot long.

Within the black flames, countless ghostly shadows bared fangs and brandished claws.

In a turn, the usually amiable living person had become the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds.

What surprised Xiao Wencheng was that the red light on the Floating Life Blade surged again, thick as if it had substance, as if plating the sharp blade with a layer of ominous blood color.

The scorching heat of flames, the viscosity of blood.

This was the Origin Power unique to the Tiger-Wing General of Panlong City, making its first public appearance since entering the Inverted Sea.

Just now, when beheading Elder Ning, He He Lingchuan had taken a shortcut and succeeded in a sneak attack.

But this time, facing Xiao Wencheng's Jumang Divine Sword head-on, he would do it upright and honestly!

True strong people must speak with strength.

The Soul-Sucking Mirror called out: "Mother of mine, are we really going to collide with it?"

He He Lingchuan didn't answer. The Soul-Sucking Mirror sighed twice, having no choice but to honestly prop up its defense, plating its master with another layer of shallow, soft mirror light. Although it was inconspicuous under the black flames of the Clang-Dragon Armor, the Soul-Sucking Mirror's defensive power was also not what it used to be, especially since its internally born small world was like a sponge, capable of absorbing massive amounts of damage.

Immediately after, He He Lingchuan held the blade with both hands, slashing out a "One-Character Slash" at the incoming golden Jumang bird!

Bystanders only saw a sea of golden light and red sweeping past, carrying boundless flames, instantly submerging He He Lingchuan!

This was the true strength that the Illusion Sect great immortal could exert on his own turf.

Zhu Zhu Xiuer happened to turn back and see this scene, her heart rising to her throat.

He He Lingchuan's progress always surprised her, but could he withstand the immortal's angry strike?

She immediately noticed that within the towering golden flames, there were black and red mists steaming, resembling dragons and snakes, faint and indistinct. Then, the golden light was split from the middle by something, as if a torrent had encountered a pillar in the middle of the stream. ===== CHAPTER 1853 =====