Chapter 1025: War Against Mo-level

Having absorbed some of the characteristics of the Sword Curtain, the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan could likewise condense black swords.

But it was only a clumsy imitation, not true absorption and assimilation.

Because the intensity of his Weird Power could not possibly condense such a vast number of black swords!

"This bastard—is he really human? His Weird Power is even more surging than mine, with the potential to even catch up to Father Emperor; he simply doesn't know how to truly wield this power…"

As a Weird, the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan could better understand the meaning behind the Black Curtain Sword Array, but that was all.

Black lines filled the sky and descended, pulverizing and slicing his body over and over, until his consciousness gradually faded and his soul slowly perished.

But when the Black Curtain dispersed, the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan had already become a wisp of black light, drawn into the Taiji Grinding Disc, where Fang Yue burned his soul, crushed his body, drove the disc, and absorbed his power, while the Bianhua Leiying restored Fang Yue's body.

The two combined, driving 【Weird-Pushed Grind】, letting Fang Yue madly absorb the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan's power!

But even so, he still could not sense the end of Rain-level, could not sense… the boundary of Immortal-level.

Fang Yue's Black Curtain Sword Array was, in fact, a sword-array move he had improvised on the spot after seeing Tian Ruichi's ability.

As a Sword Embryo, Tian Ruichi's comprehension of Sword Dao was indeed uniquely favored by heaven, far surpassing others; even in that state, the sword moves he displayed still made one's eyes light up.

Using Tian Ruichi's sword moves as a foundation, with vast Weird Power as backing, Fang Yue increased the quantity to form a sword array—only then did the scene of the Black Curtain Sword Array slaying the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan come about.

Although the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan had already died by the sword, the pressure in Fang Yue's heart had not eased in the slightest; it was even growing heavier, the suffocating sense of crisis almost making it impossible to breathe.

It was as if, at the very instant the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan perished, some existence had suddenly locked its attention onto him.

"Could it be…"

Fang Yue looked up ahead in confusion, and his face immediately changed drastically.

He saw that in the distance, Night Rain filled the sky, spiraling into a ball, wrapping around some existence, and rushing toward him at high speed.

The blood-colored Night Rain spun at high speed, like invisible blades slicing through everything ahead; any obstacle in its path was split in two, the target aimed straight at Fang Yue!

That terrifying pressure made Fang Yue's heart tremble with fear, giving him the urge to turn tail and run.

So, Fang Yue retreated.

Retreated explosively!

But compared to that massive blood orb, his speed was still far too slow.

The Blood Rain above his head was entirely sucked away by the blood orb, and in an instant the erosion of Night Rain was gone—Fang Yue even felt a bit unaccustomed.

If one were to look down from above at this moment, one would discover that within the entire Jingcheng, only the Imperial Palace area was a vacuum zone; the Night Rain elsewhere remained violent.

All the Blood Moon over the Imperial Palace was absorbed by the blood orb, becoming its driving force, rushing toward Fang Yue even faster.

Sensing the violent existence behind him drawing ever closer, Fang Yue understood there was nowhere left to retreat.

At once, he landed atop a palace, turned, raised his sword, and stared directly at the blood orb.

Nowhere left to retreat—then fight!

The two great shadows behind him almost simultaneously erupted with dazzling light, becoming unusually clear; the Heavenly Sword in Fang Yue's hand trembled and grew hot, nearly squeezing out its full potential.

Facing the ferociously charging enemy, Fang Yue slashed out with one sword!

Hum!!

The fierce sword Qi crisscrossed, forming a black Sword Curtain that swept toward the blood orb.

The violent sword Qi cut into the giant blood orb, boring deeper and deeper—just as delight surfaced on Fang Yue's face…

Boom!!

The black Sword Curtain abruptly stalled, then shattered with a roar!

At the instant the Sword Curtain dispersed, Fang Yue saw clearly the enemy within the blood orb.

It was a middle-aged man with long black hair, his expression cold, as if scorning all things under heaven.

Most importantly, his aura… actually gave Fang Yue the same feeling as facing a Plum Rain avatar!

That suffocating pressure was like… a Mo-level Weird!

"The King of the Wuyu Clan…"

In that instant, Fang Yue fully confirmed the other's identity.

Before he could do anything further, the blood orb reabsorbed Night Rain, gathered into form, and rushed in at high speed!

"Empty Ice Sword Art!!"

Fang Yue shouted, channeling all his strength, and thrust his sword again.

But this time, the sword only penetrated halfway into the blood orb before reaching the King of the Wuyu Clan's true body; Fang Yue was engulfed by the blood orb that came crashing down like a raging storm, the violent force striking his body, and he was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly; Fang Yue felt the world spinning, his Qi in chaos—that strike had nearly grievously wounded him.

When he crashed heavily to the ground with a boom, the panicked crowd surging up around him made Fang Yue realize he had been beaten back into Shi Sheng Lin.

When he looked up again, in the night sky, besides that blood-colored moon, there was also a massive blood-colored orb emanating a bloody vapor.

Like a sovereign standing above the heavens, the King of the Wuyu Clan shook off the blood-colored orb coiling around him, revealed his bearing, and gazed down indifferently.

Without a single word, as if facing ants to be casually crushed, he had no desire to converse; even the death of the First Prince of the Wuyu Clan drew no reaction, as if the First Prince's death was of no consequence—merely killing the one who killed the First Prince would suffice, with no emotional ripple at all.

His right hand rose, transforming into a palm that grabbed.

The Blood Rain filling the sky, as if linked to him, formed a giant blood-colored palm that blotted out the sky, nearly covering the entire Imperial Palace.

Seeing this, Fang Yue's face changed drastically; the others were even more terrified pale.

"What is that?!"

"The Night Rain just stopped—how did something like this show up?"

"Seventh Prince! Seventh Prince, save us!"

The crowd cried out in alarm; only then did Fang Yue notice that Captain Wu had somehow leapt atop the Guardian Stone Lion, maintaining a seated meditation posture, seemingly establishing some kind of connection with the Guardian Stone Lion.

As if sensing something, Captain Wu opened his eyes and looked toward Fang Yue.

"Captain Ye, buy me time!"

"Got it!"

Fang Yue understood that to fight against the demon-level existence, the king of the Black Rain Tribe, he had to borrow the power of the Nation-Protecting Stone Lions! Captain Wu was the key!

Immediately, he shouted in his heart.

"Parchment!"

【Here!】

"Get ready to risk everything!"

【The odds of winning are very low!】

If the odds were high, would it still be called risking everything!

Fang Yue's face darkened, just as he was about to have the Parchment cooperate with him, the giant blood-colored palm above had already pressed down.

In that instant, it was as if the sky had collapsed.

As the giant palm pressed down, the fine blood-colored palm lines were clearly visible, the surrounding buildings were crushed one after another by the blood palm, leaving not the slightest trace, as if Blood Rain's corrosive ability had been amplified countless times in an instant, condensing into a single point, making it impossible for anyone to take it head-on.

But the blood palm's range was so vast, and the speed of its descent so swift, that there was no room to escape.

Everyone looked up in despair at the blood palm pressing down, kneeling and trembling, except for one person, who spread a single black wing, shot straight up into the sky, plunged into the blood palm, and soon after vomited blood and fell!

Today's the grand finale.

(End of chapter)