Chapter 889

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The lingering chaos swept in all directions, and everyone was cowed by the Corpse King.

Yet this brief standoff gave Xu Zixiao an opportunity to act.

He did not hesitate; his figure flickered, transforming into a streak of purple flowing light, using the sky-filling bone dust and evil qi as cover, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, flying toward the top of the Corpse King's Tomb.

As a Spirit Plant Puppet, his aura merged with the grass and trees of heaven and earth; at this moment, he suppressed all fluctuations, actually hiding his tracks in this chaotic situation.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Zixiao passed through the array of Nascent Soul cultivators, leaving only several dozen zhang between him and the Corpse King Sword embedded at the top of the tomb.

However, he forgot.

Everyone present was a Divine Transformation expert or a Ten Thousand Year Demon Emperor; even while fully dealing with the Corpse King's counterattack, their divine sense shrouded the entire tomb area without a gap.

Even if a fly flew past, it could not escape these people's powerful perception.

Therefore, just as Xu Zixiao moved here, he was locked onto instantly over there.

"Hmm?"

Hu Shang caught sight of that streak of purple flowing light from the corner of his eye; a trace of mockery flashed through his narrow eyes, his voice thick with ridicule: "Where did this ant come from, daring to covet the Corpse King Sword?

Truly not knowing how to live or die!"

Cang Xuan's gaze swept over Xu Zixiao, speaking with contempt: "A mere Nascent Soul cultivator, and you want to touch the Corpse Evil Sword?

I fear that as soon as you touch the sword tassel, your divine soul will be gnawed away, becoming the sword's nourishment!"

Han E withdrew her Ice Soul Sword, her cold gaze falling on Xu Zixiao, her tone indifferent as ice: "Seeking death."

Xing Yanzi, while controlling the Star Disk to resist the Bone Spear, spoke, his tone carrying a trace of mockery: "This child, I fear he does not know the danger of the Corpse King Sword, thinking he can pick up a bargain?

Little does he know, not even a Divine Transformation cultivator dares to lightly touch this sword!

His going there is nothing more than adding a dead soul."

Ming Chen's yin qi grew even more intense around him; his pitch-black eyes stared at Xu Zixiao, his voice cold as he said: "Those who seek death need not be paid heed; let him go."

Qian Wanguan sat on the back of the Heaven-Swallowing Toad; seeing this scene, his hand playing with the Jade Pot paused slightly, then he revealed a smile-not-smile expression: "Interesting, interesting; actually someone dares to rush into the Ghost Gate Pass.

This old man wants to see how many breaths he can last."

Huang Zun merely glanced at Xu Zixiao from the corner of his eye, speaking with disdain: "A jumping clown!"

Mu Ji did not speak mockingly, nor did he pay too much attention.

In this place called Tai Xu Lie Yuan, there were too many desperadoes who disregarded everything for resources.

Such things happened almost every day; he had long since become accustomed to them.

It was just that he did not know why, this "person" looked at him with a trace of familiarity.

All seven Great Powers saw it, yet no one stepped forward to stop him.

In their eyes, Xu Zixiao's action was no different from suicide.

The Corpse Evil Qi of the Corpse King Sword was extremely overbearing; even they had to fear it three parts. A mere Nascent Soul cultivator, even with a special constitution, after touching it would only end with his divine soul annihilated.

Therefore, they had no need to waste effort stopping a person doomed to die.

Instead, they wanted to see how miserable this ant would be after touching the Corpse King Sword.

In this way, it could also be considered killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

And Xu Zixiao ignored these people's mocking words.

He could clearly feel several terrifying divine senses scanning back and forth over him; with a single thought they could decide his life and death, yet he felt no fear in his heart.

The purple flowing light's speed increased again; in the blink of an eye he reached the top of the tomb.

The Corpse King Sword, now within arm's reach, had even denser evil qi; the black markings on the sword body writhed like living things, the hair strands on the sword tassel danced wildly, and the eerie whispers it emitted seemed as if they wanted to drill into the consciousness of anyone who approached.

Yet Xu Zixiao felt nothing about this; he directly extended his right hand, reaching for that pitch-black Corpse King Sword.

The moment his fingertip touched the sword hilt, the entire Corpse King's Tomb seemed to freeze for an instant; the next second, a terrifying power erupted from the Corpse King Sword.

The pitch-black Corpse Evil Qi surged out like a volcanic eruption, centering on Xu Zixiao, transforming into countless pitch-black silk threads that swept around his entire body.

This was the Corpse King Sword's attack targeting the divine souls and divine senses of all who touched it.

Tiny Corpse Evil silk threads drilled toward Xu Zixiao's glabella, attempting to tear his divine sense and gnaw his divine soul; the black markings on the sword body grew even more crimson, and the eerie whispers became sharp and piercing, like ten thousand dead souls howling by his ears.

Moreover, an aura of yin cold to the extreme spread from his fingertips throughout his body, attempting to freeze his divine soul, ultimately reducing him to a walking corpse controlled by the Corpse King Sword.

"What is he doing?"

"Isn't this seeking death?"

"Where did this fool come from!"

The surrounding cultivators, seeing this scene, were frightened and retreated again and again.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator was shaken by this backlashing power until his divine soul felt stabbing pain.

Those Divine Transformation experts all narrowed their eyes, waiting to witness Xu Zixiao's divine soul being annihilated.

In their view, such a terrifying attack would require even themselves to exert all their strength to resist, let alone a mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator.

But the next second, many people were stunned.

The miserable scene they imagined did not appear; Xu Zixiao still stood at the top of the tomb, his expression calm and placid, his gaze without ripples, not even frowning once.

Those Corpse Evil silk threads drilling toward his glabella all disappeared like a clay ox entering the sea.

As for the sharp whispers by his ears, he was even more deaf to them.

As for the yin cold power that froze divine souls, after spreading around his body for a circle, it could not cause even the slightest injury.

Xu Zixiao was originally a puppet refined by Xu Zhangqing using spirit plants; he had no divine soul, no divine sense, his consciousness was nothing but injected commands.

Therefore, the Corpse King Sword's fatal attack against the divine soul and divine sense was, to him, as harmless as a tickle.

Only to see Xu Zixiao exert a little force, his fingertip gripping the hilt of the Corpse King Sword, and he yanked it out abruptly.

Clang!

A piercing sword cry echoed through heaven and earth, and the Corpse King Sword was actually pulled out by him on the spot; the Corpse Evil Qi on the sword surged wildly but could never inflict substantial harm, instead as if it had found its destination, gradually restraining its baleful aura and obediently submitting in his hand.

Xu Zixiao held the pitch-black Corpse King Sword, purple light and Corpse Evil Qi swirling around him; though his figure was not tall, he now appeared especially striking.

"How is this possible?!"

"He... he's actually unharmed?!"

"Am I having a vision?"

This scene shocked everyone into speechlessness.

Even those Divine Transformation Experts had the mockery and disdain on their faces fade away, replaced by shock and solemnity.

"Wrong!"

The Zhou Tian Star Plate atop Xing Yanzi's head spun faster; he said as if sensing something: "This person has no divine soul fluctuation; he is not a cultivator, but a puppet!"

One sentence awakened everyone from their dream.

In an instant, everyone reacted.

To obtain and pull out the Corpse King Sword, only a puppet without a divine soul or divine sense could ignore the backlash and wield this top-grade evil weapon that even Divine Transformation Experts feared greatly.

Never expected that someone had actually laid plans in advance, letting a puppet mix into the crowd, attempting to seize the Corpse King Sword while they were entangled with the Corpse King.

This was clearly a calculation; no, to be precise, it was toying with these Divine Transformation Experts.

"Dare to scheme against us?"

Cang Xuan was furious beyond restraint, thunder light surging violently in his eyes; he slammed the Thunder Rune Token in his hand down hard, a purple thunder light as thick as a water bucket, carrying a heaven-shaking boom, slashing viciously toward Xu Zixiao: "Die for this true form!"

Hu Shang's expression turned gloomy, the mockery at the corner of his mouth vanished, only ruthlessness remained in his eyes; behind him, nine red fox tails whipped violently, countless demonic fires condensing into a burning giant sword, carrying the power of Burning Mountain Boiling Sea, stabbing toward Xu Zixiao: "Such powerful puppetry, you've toyed with us all!"

The two attacks were extremely fast, arriving before Xu Zixiao's eyes in an instant.

Thunder light and demonic fire intertwined, completely covering the space around him.

The surrounding cultivators were so scared they dared not even breathe; they knew these two attacks could grind this puppet into powder.

At the critical moment, Xu Zixiao finally spoke; his voice was deep and steady, carrying a strange rhythm: "Tai Xu Lie Yuan, Earth Element Suppresses Territory."

Dragon Marrow Condensed Crystal, Water Spirit Returns to Chapter.

Nine-Yuan Star Chart Opens Heaven Road, Three Heads Six Arms Suppress Eight Wastes.

Borrow Tai Xu Power from Seal, Spatial Coordinate Reveals Mysterious Yellow.

The moment the chant ended, a blue light pillar shot into the sky.

Spatial power spread out, wrapping him entirely.

Boom!

Cang Xuan's purple thunder light and Hu Shang's demonic fire giant sword struck where Xu Zixiao stood; with a huge bang, vast thunder light and demonic fire exploded, and the bones atop the tomb turned to powder.

But he did not die; instead, before several Divine Transformation Experts and many Nascent Soul True Lords and Golden Core True Persons, he vanished into thin air.

Instantly, the entire venue fell into dead silence!