Chapter 1159

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

"Outside the Ruins, all waters submit; inside the Ruins, all beasts cower!"

Zhao Ziyue raised his right hand, five fingers loosely curled.

The Ruins Water peeled away from the mark like a living thing, condensing behind him into a dark-blue water curtain nearly as tall as the Chaos Giant Beast.

Within the water curtain, countless water lines extended like a spiderweb, each one precisely coiling around the Chaos Giant Beast's four massive legs, its single tail, and nine horns.

Roar—!

Instantly, the Chaos Giant Beast let out an earth-shaking furious roar.

It violently struggled, muscles on its four limbs bulging like mountain ranges, trying to break free of the water lines' binding.

However, the dark-blue water lines completely ignored this power.

No matter that the Chaos Giant Beast's strength was great enough to shatter stars, the water lines did not budge an inch.

Because what the water lines locked was not its flesh, but the water inside its body.

Though the Chaos Giant Beast was born of Chaos, its body ultimately contained water.

And as long as it is water, it cannot escape the Ruins' control.

What Zhao Ziyue suppressed was not the giant beast itself, but everything related to water.

"Worthy of being the Angler chosen by the Lord of the Ruins!"

"He, he is actually suppressing a Chaos Giant Beast!"

"Truly inconceivable!"

Seeing this scene, many people were struck speechless.

On Zhao Ziyue's forehead, the Ruins Mark's light blazed to a blinding degree.

With a Spirit Transformation cultivation, he forcibly clashed with a Mahayana Stage Chaos Giant Beast.

What he relied on was not a crushing superiority of strength, but the authority bestowed by the Lord of the Ruins.

Before all things related to water, the Ruins Mark is the highest law.

"Quick!"

Zhao Ziyue squeezed out a single word from between his teeth.

Xu Zhangqing no longer hesitated.

Shrinking Ground to Inches unfolded; his figure flashed once and he swept past the top of the Chaos Giant Beast's head, like a green meteor, shooting straight toward the Star River Tripod.

The Chaos Giant Beast perceived his intent and let out another heaven-shaking roar; the Chaos remnant marks on its nine horns erupted simultaneously, trying to shake off the suppression.

But as long as Zhao Ziyue does not die, the water lines condensed from Ruins Water will not loosen.

Not long after, the Chaos Giant Beast's horns were gouged with wounds deep enough to reveal bone.

In a few flashes, Xu Zhangqing had arrived before the Star River Tripod.

A three-foot-tall, three-legged round tripod rotated "whirring" in golden light; star rivers flowed across the tripod body like living things.

Time, Space, Life and Death — three laws within arm's reach.

He reached out his hand, just about to collect the tripod.

Right at this instant, the Void behind him split open a crack without any warning.

The moment the crack appeared, a pitch-black long sword stabbed out from within it.

The sword tip pointed precisely at Xu Zhangqing's back.

This sword carried no probing, no omen; even the killing intent only erupted the moment the sword tip touched Xu Zhangqing's Green Emperor Robe.

The one who struck was a true Sword Cultivator, and one extremely skilled in assassination.

When he struck, the man was still at the other end of the Void, yet his sword intent had already sealed off Xu Zhangqing's escape routes.

At the critical moment, Xu Zhangqing's hand withdrew from above the Star River Tripod; his figure abruptly folded, and the Abyssal Ruins in his palm struck out backhanded.

Left palm becomes Abyss, right palm becomes Ruins.

Yin-Yang Qi converged between his palms, condensing into an indescribable pitch-black vortex.

The vortex depths were dark and lightless; the instant that pitch-black long sword's tip pierced into the vortex, all power on the sword body was torn clean away by the vortex's suction.

"Hmph!"

An extremely faint cold snort came from the Void crack, as if slightly surprised that Xu Zhangqing could block this sword.

The next second, the Void crack violently expanded, and a black figure shot out from within.

He wore an unmarked black daoist robe; his features were veiled by a layer of twisted Space Law, his five features indistinguishable — only a pair of eyes could be seen.

Those eyes were cold to the extreme, no greed, no anger, no killing intent, only pure indifference.

"Step aside."

The black-clothed Sword Cultivator uttered only two words.

Xu Zhangqing did not answer; the divine ability Calling Wind and Summoning Rain responded instantly.

Left hand green wind, right hand dark rain.

The green wind carried the lingering resonance of Five-Colored Divine Light, sealing off all space within ten zhang around the black-clothed man.

The dark rain turned into a sky full of raindrops, each weighing over ten thousand jin, smashing down onto the opponent's head.

The black-clothed Sword Cultivator, veteran of a hundred battles, reacted the very moment Calling Wind and Summoning Rain appeared.

The pitch-black long sword in his hand slashed horizontally; a strand of black Sword Qi peeled off from the sword body, spontaneously splitting into hundreds of sword lights in mid-air, weaving into an airtight sword net.

Countless raindrops smashed onto the sword net, emitting dense clanging sounds; the sword net trembled violently, yet was not smashed through.

At the same time, the black-clothed man stepped forward one step, his long sword reversing upward in a backhand flick; a streak of gray Sword Qi slanted out from below to above, tearing open a gap in the surrounding Green Wind by sheer force.

Xu Zhangqing was surprised: "What a strange Sword Technique."

This person's Sword Technique is stronger than all opponents encountered before.

Every sword strike points straight at vital points.

Every sword strike has not a shred of excess.

After each sword strike is unleashed, the lingering Sword Intent continues to spread in the void, slicing the surrounding space into fine dense cracks.

Although those cracks are not large, their quantity is extremely great; in just a few breaths, they actually formed a closed Domain of crisscrossing Sword Intent around the two people.

Ordinary cultivators need only approach this area and they would be cut into fragments by Sword Intent.

Sword Cultivators are inherently skilled at killing; among cultivators of the same realm, a Sword Cultivator's single-target killing power has always been first-rate.

And this black-clothed Sword Cultivator has obviously cultivated the art of killing to the utmost.

His sword has no defense, only offense; every move is a trading-life-for-life fighting style.

He did not even bring out any defensive Magic Treasure, because in this person's eyes, the enemy dying is the best defense.

Fortunately, Xu Zhangqing is not an ordinary opponent.

He has all six roots gathered, and his Laws and Dao Rhyme are condensed to the utmost.

Every sword light of the black-clothed Sword Cultivator cannot escape Divine Sense perception.

No matter how fast the sword light, it cannot outrun advance prediction.

No matter how strange the Sword Intent, it cannot outdo keen capture of Law Fluctuations.

The battle entered a white-hot state in an instant.

From past to present, Xu Zhangqing has encountered many opponents, but in terms of killing power, this black-clothed Sword Cultivator before him is enough to rank in the top three.

His Sword Technique has no set patterns, no flashy phenomena, and even his sword light is not dazzling.

It is just the purest chop, hack, stab, and lift, yet the power of every sword is great enough to sever Laws, Dao Rhyme, and space.

The aftershocks of the two people's clash expelled all the Chaos Fog in the surroundings, forming a vacuum zone within a hundred li radius; even the surging giant waves on Zhao Ziyue and the Chaos Giant Beast's side were sliced in half by the Sword Intent overflowing from this side.

However, Xu Zhangqing did not fall into a disadvantage.

On the contrary, as the battle progressed, he gradually gained the upper hand.

The black-clothed Sword Cultivator's Sword Technique is fierce, but its drawbacks are equally obvious.

His sword is too fast and too fierce, and the consumption is also extremely terrifying.

Xu Zhangqing is different; he has all six roots gathered, his magic power is profound, and he switches freely between divine abilities like Calling Wind and Summoning Rain, Palm Yuan Xu, and Shrinking Ground to Inches, without the slightest effort.

Therefore, he is not trading killing blows with the black-clothed Sword Cultivator, but crushing the opponent inch by inch with comprehensive strength.

The black-clothed Sword Cultivator obviously also realized this point.

His sword moves suddenly retracted, his whole person violently retreated a hundred zhang backward, his left hand wiped across the sword body, and all patterns on that pitch-black long sword lit up simultaneously.

Immediately after, a terrifying Sword Intent exploded from the sword body; the power level of the Sword Intent surged by at least double compared to before.

He gripped the sword with both hands, raised it high above his head, and chopped down with one sword.

There was no phenomenon whatsoever.

There was no sound whatsoever.

Just one sword.

But the instant this sword chopped out, all space between him and Xu Zhangqing was shattering.

The entire space, like a mirror fallen to the ground, smashed into fragments, revealing the nothingness behind space that even swallows light.

In the nothingness, a pitch-black to the extreme Sword Qi slashed straight toward Xu Zhangqing; everywhere the Sword Qi passed, all things were annihilating!