Chapter 892: The Dao rises one chi, the Demon rises one zhang! (Extra Update Two)

Accompanied by the deafening roar that kept coming from high above.

The three had already exchanged over a hundred moves!

Wang Jizhou sent Zhou Tianhan flying with a single sword strike, and could not help but reveal a mocking smile: "Brother Zhou, a hundred years without seeing each other, looks like your strength has regressed quite a bit. Could it be that you put all your energy into alchemy and neglected your cultivation?"

Zhou Tianhan snorted coldly: "Not everyone is like you, using all sorts of crooked, underhanded tricks. Those who walk different paths cannot work together. There's no point in saying more. Take this strike!"

Having spoken, he gripped the Valley-Suppressing Sacred Weapon in hand and charged at his opponent to kill!

Wang Jizhou did not care, and instinctively prepared to urge his own Sacred-grade Sword Intent to counterattack.

But suddenly, another dazzlingly brilliant golden beam of light shone upon his body.

Again? Damn it!

Wang Jizhou was instantly unable to move.

Caught off guard, his body was once again pierced through by the Sacred Weapon in Zhou Tianhan's hand!

Before he could even catch his breath, another sword radiance shot explosively from behind him, instantly slicing his body clean in two at the waist!

"Aaaargh!! Jiang Chen, you scoundrel! This Saint will kill you!"

Wang Jizhou forcibly endured the excruciating pain, manipulating the power of heaven and earth to reassemble his body.

He glared viciously at Jiang Chen on the Xuanfeng, his face revealing astonishing hatred!

If not for the other party using that extremely bizarre treasure mirror to ambush him multiple times, he feared he would have long since grievously wounded that damned Heavenly Sword and Zhou Tianhan!

But very soon, as if he had discovered something, the hatred in his eyes suddenly transformed into fear.

"This Saint's Primordial Spirit......."

He discovered in horror that his originally incomparably powerful Primordial Spirit had actually dimmed considerably.

"Damn it! Heavenly Sword, you old bastard, this Saint will not rest until you are dead!"

Realizing that if things continued like this, he would probably perish here, Wang Jizhou instantly dared not keep dragging it out, and immediately began madly burning his lifespan, wanting to kill the two before him as quickly as possible!

However, as if sensing Wang Jizhou's dire predicament, Heavenly Sword Ancestor and Zhou Tianhan likewise did not dare hold back, and one after another began burning their own lifespans to contend with him!

Time kept passing.

The fear on Wang Jizhou's face grew thicker and thicker.

He discovered in shock that the trend of his Primordial Spirit's decline had not slowed, but instead grown even more rapid!

"No..... that's not right! Based merely on the current level of attacks, it absolutely cannot cause my Primordial Spirit to decline this quickly!"

"There must be something I haven't discovered."

Wang Jizhou broke out in a cold sweat, and while fighting the two, mobilized his spiritual sense to carefully trace the source.

Hard work never goes unrewarded; after being grievously wounded once more, he finally made a discovery.

But the result made him shudder in fright, his eyes filled with utter disbelief!

"Zhou.... Zhou Tianhan?!"

He never could have dreamed that deep within his own Primordial Spirit, he would actually find an illusory figure of Zhou Tianhan!

And this was the true cause of his Primordial Spirit's decline!

"But how could this be possible? How did this fellow sneak into my Primordial Spirit and evade my perception?"

Amidst his extreme terror, a sudden flash of inspiration struck Wang Jizhou, and he thought of something.

The Sword Invitation..... the residual Sword Saint Sword Intent..... this fellow......

Wang Jizhou's pupils contracted, he jerked his head up to look at Zhou Tianhan, wanting to say something.

But before he could even speak, he saw Zhou Tianhan, who had taken lodging within his Primordial Spirit, suddenly open both eyes wide.

In an instant, his throat seemed blocked by a massive boulder, unable to utter a single word.

Even more fatally, he could not even extend his spiritual sense outward.

Then, under Wang Jizhou's terrified gaze.

Zhou Tianhan, who was seated cross-legged at the brow of his Primordial Spirit, suddenly let out a strange sound that was neither laughter nor weeping.

"Brother Wang, you truly have not let down my high hopes......"

Wang Jizhou gritted his teeth and said within his heart: "Zhou Tianhan, you madman, what exactly do you want to do?!"

Zhou Tianhan shook his head: "Madman? Compared to you, a fellow who massacres sects and exterminates clans, I can hardly be called a madman."

"However, thanks to all your efforts, I was able to obtain the perception and creation of the Sword Saint level......."

Boom——

As if a bolt of terrifying lightning had flashed and struck deep within Wang Jizhou's mind, raising a storm of towering waves!

At this point, he finally understood the other's true scheme—it was actually his own Sword Saint realm!

"You......"

Zhou Tianhan paid no heed to Wang Jizhou's panic; he merely spoke to himself as if showing off: "Didn't Brother Wang just ask me why, after a hundred years apart, my strength had actually regressed quite a bit? I'm in a good mood right now, so I can give you an answer."

"Back then, I used a secret art to split off thirty percent of my Primordial Spirit, which caused my main body's strength to plummet. And just as you thought, that thirty percent of my Primordial Spirit had already taken lodging within the Sword Saint's residual Sword Intent in the Sword Invitation. I suppose Brother Wang, when refining this Sword Intent, did not pay too much attention, did you?"

"Indeed, when a person is thrilled with joy, they will subconsciously let down their guard, and even a great cultivator like Brother Wang is no exception."

Zhou Tianhan, sensing the movements outside, gradually composed his expression: "Rest assured, Brother Wang. We've been friends for a lifetime; I will take good care of this body and live on in your place. Of course, I don't mind helping you get revenge on the side, slaughtering that Heavenly Sword fellow. Have a safe journey......"

Wang Jizhou's consciousness gradually grew blurry.

Understanding that everything was within the other's calculations, and that his ending was already sealed.

He could only choose to give up struggling.

But before his consciousness completely fled into darkness, he still used all his remaining strength to say: "Re.... remember, help me slaughter that scoundrel Jiang Chen!"

Even though he was about to perish, he still could not let go of or get over Jiang Chen's repeated ambushes!

Zhou Tianhan chuckled lightly: "Rest assured, that boy killed my son and took my medicinal primer. Even if you didn't say it, I wouldn't let him off!"

Having spoken, he suddenly thought of something: "Oh right, that letter from back then—the one that revealed to you the location of the Blood God Sect's headquarters and recorded the effects of the Blood God Spirit-Refining Array—I wrote that one too......."

Trust......

Wang Jizhou's eyes snapped wide open. He had just opened his mouth to curse the other to a horrible death.

But his consciousness was dragged into endless darkness, and his true spirit perished on the spot!

Seeing this, Zhou Tianhan smiled: "Brother Wang, may your journey be smooth—remember to be reborn into a good family in your next life."

"Oh, wait, look at my memory—you've already had your true spirit disperse, you won't enter the cycle of reincarnation, so where would there be a next life?"

Zhou Tianhan let out a mocking laugh, then completely devoured Wang Jizhou's tattered Primordial Spirit, inheriting this body and all of its...... sword dao insights!

At the same time.

Outside.

Wang Jizhou's body lay on the ground, motionless for a long time.

Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but feel something was strange.

If they hadn't still been able to sense the life aura on the other party's body, they would probably have thought he was already dead.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Sword Ancestor and Jiang Chen frowned tightly, instinctively sensing something was amiss, as if some great terror was about to be born!

"This feeling......"

"What exactly happened to him?"

Just as Jiang Chen was falling into doubt.

Zhou Xuan's figure quietly appeared behind him, drawing closer and closer.