Chapter 128

"Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle..." the sound of seawater.

This eighteen-versus-one battle, the eighteen masters, after painstaking effort, indeed consumed a lot of Dongfang Wuji's strength, but still did not reach the point of being able to defeat him. Dongfang Wuji had not yet fallen, but they were already at the end of their rope.

Duan Sheng and the Western Region Sword Devil, two peerless swordsmen, also were defeated!

"How could this be? How could he be this strong?" Duan Sheng covered his chest, spitting blood as he asked.

The Western Region Sword Devil cursed even more, "Damn it, you can't even get near his body!"

They were originally the ones to act later; after seeing Fan Mo, Hong Lai, and others die one after another, they then took action.

Before taking action, Duan Sheng even snorted at his teammates, saying, "Not usable!" Duan Sheng knew Dongfang Wuji was strong, but he never imagined he could be this strong.

The great sword striking Dongfang Wuji's body was like scratching an itch through a boot!

The Western Region Sword Devil, who rarely meets an opponent in his lifetime, also suffered a defeat today; he is a sword devil, Dongfang Wuji is a giant demon, yet their powers have nothing in common.

As for the "Demonic Descent to the World" technique, before Dongfang Wuji it only made him retreat three steps, but it could hardly injure him in the slightest.

Only when Duan Sheng and the Western Region Sword Devil joined forces with their swords did they finally wound Dongfang Wuji—but it was merely a minor injury.

Dongfang Wuji looked at the two before him with a blank face, then suddenly revealed a strange smile; after lowering his head to glance at the wound on his lower abdomen, an explosive surge of power came, blasting them from the ground to the sky and then slamming them back down to the ground—without mercy, utterly ruthless.

"Is this the power of the Seventh Heaven?" Duan Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears; for the first time he felt a fear rising from the depths of his heart! His great sword even trembled.

The Western Region Sword Devil refused to believe it—we're both demons, so why is he more terrifying than I am? He cannot accept it!

But what can be done about not accepting it? He can't even stand up now.

The blood on Dongfang Wuji's body is all from his opponents. His savagery outweighs the smell of blood. He step by step approaches Lord Zhang, his footsteps growing heavier, his killing intent intensifying.

"Zhang Huayu, your era is over—die!" Dongfang Jie shouted.

Dongfang Wuji began to act at Dongfang Jie's shout. He stood before Lord Zhang and threw a punch downward.

Lord Zhang collapsed on the spot, offering no resistance, smashed to pieces, yet no flesh and blood burst out.

Could he have been pulverized by a single punch?

"How could this be?" Nan Zhongyi asked. He witnessed an unbelievable sight: Lord Zhang's body, like an illusion, shattered beneath Dongfang Wuji's fist. Dongfang Wuji's fist clearly did not miss, yet it felt as if it had.

Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water.

It's all fake.

"What is this?" Luo Qingkui also saw it clearly, as did everyone else.

"Zhang Huayu!" Dongfang Jie roared in anger, unable to believe anyone could escape from Dongfang Wuji's grasp!

Dongfang Wuji's eyes were filled with doubt; he gazed toward the western horizon, as if sensing something, yet he said nothing, reaching out his hand to grasp something far away, but he could never seize it.

"We've been deceived." The severely injured Abbess Shang Rong spoke, and as soon as she opened her mouth she startled everyone: "We've all been deceived by Zhang Huayu, and also by the Palace Master."

"Yes, we've been deceived." Ye Wuming also came to realize.

"What on earth is going on?" Hong Liang asked.

Everyone was in a state of bewildered confusion.

"What was with us was not Zhang Huayu, but his clone." After a long while, Abbess Shang Rong replied.

"A clone!?" To an exaggerated extent, everyone exclaimed in unison, to them this was nothing short of Arabian Nights!

"Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Dongfang Jie shouted excitedly, "Among Seventh Heaven experts, only my ancestor exists! Over thousands of years, there have been hardly any—how could a eunuch achieve such a level?" He argued until his face flushed red, his own ancestor—how could it compare to a eunuch?

"Nothing is impossible." Abbess Shang Rong said, "The 'Clone Technique' and the 'Void-Stepping Technique' are attainable only by Seventh Heaven experts; below that level, one's energy cannot keep up. Three days ago, when we gathered, that Lord Zhang was already a clone—we just lacked the ability to tell."

Upon hearing Abbess Shang Rong's words, everyone's hearts trembled; they never imagined that in this era someone could reach the Seventh Heaven—and that person was a eunuch!

"A clone..." Yanshan Hai muttered, "Those are legendary heretical arts..."

"Just a mere clone, and it can kill Wuding with a single move—no wonder we couldn't tell; it far surpasses us, and probably only Dongfang Wuji present could perceive it." Hu Long said.

"Yes, he far outstrips us; we lack the ability to see that he is a clone." Abbess Shang Rong nodded and said, "If today's comer were Zhang Huayu's true body, the outcome would truly be uncertain!"

"Did Wuding and Fan Mo die for nothing?" Ouyang Zhuo asked in anguish.

Tie Gang's iron armor shattered piece by piece, exposing a huge beer belly; he gave a wry smile and replied, "If Abbess Shang Rong is right, we might have died in vain as well."

"It's obvious we've been deceived!" Hu Long declared the truth, agreeing with Abbess Shang Rong: "He used a false body to summon us, having us fight Dongfang Wuji, actually borrowing the giant demon's hand to eliminate us! Then he and the Palace Master would appear again, slay the giant demon, and before the world put on a show of punishing evil and promoting good, avenging grudges! What a Zhang Huayu, this move is vicious—forcing us all into a death trap; in the future martial world, who could still be his rival! What a stratagem—one arrow, two hawks!"

Ye Wuming frowned; not only him, but everyone never imagined that Lord Zhang had entered the Seventh Heaven.

A battle between two Seventh Heaven experts would simply be a scene of destroying heaven and earth—no one could imagine it.

"Why deceive us? To drive us to our deaths!" Nan Zhongyi angrily pounded the ground; he truly regretted coming to Dong Hai, having no grudge with the Dongfang Clan, only Zhang Huayu offered terms tempting enough for him to join, he also anticipated mortal danger, but who would have thought he'd die in such frustration? He is a man, a general; dying on the battlefield is not shameful, what he fears most is being played like a fool, spun around.

"You lot, blabbering on and on—have you said enough? Ah! In this world, only my ancestor is a Seventh Heaven expert!" Dongfang Wuji roared at the crowd, "Today, I will first kill you all, as a sacrifice to the clansmen of my Dongfang family who have died wronged over the past three hundred years!"