Chapter 1572

"Hah... Reckon you can get revenge on me? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"I am a peak Spirit Sovereign! You? Only a Spirit King! Even if your physical body rivals a Spirit Sovereign, you still stand no chance against me!"

"If you're wise, leave now—otherwise, after I wipe them out, it'll be your day of death!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's utterly arrogant voice, the young man couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Though he feared Ximen Wudi, he did not believe Ximen Wudi could be his match!

"Is that so?"

"Then let me see just how strong your power really is!"

"Die!"

As he spoke, a brilliant radiance erupted from the young man's palm.

Instantly, the radiance transformed into a long sword, lancing toward Ximen Wudi.

The aura emitted by the sword seemed to freeze the surrounding space, inducing suffocation.

"Hmph, trivial tricks!"

Seeing the young man's attack, Ximen Wudi sneered, his body shifting slightly to evade the blade.

The young man's pupils shrank sharply, shock flashing across his eyes.

Ximen Wudi had dodged his attack so effortlessly!

He simply could not believe it!

Yet he would not yield.

After all, the young man's strength surpassed his own, and he had Spirit Soul Pearls to protect himself—he held the advantage.

Moreover, the young man's storage ring contained numerous treasures.

If he could seize them all, his strength would surely rise again.

Thus, his combat power would grow even more formidable, ever stronger!

To him, Ximen Wudi was nothing but an ant.

"Shh!"

As the young man prepared to strike again, a bloody gash suddenly appeared on his chest.

"Sss~"

Seeing the wound on his chest, the young man sucked in a sharp breath.

"I told you—your strength means nothing to me!"

Ximen Wudi glanced coldly at the young man, his eyes flickering with intense killing intent.

In his eyes, there remained only slaughter and madness!

This young man had dared to ambush him.

So he had no need for courtesy.

The young man, gazing at Ximen Wudi, was now filled with deep dread.

"Who are you? Why do you possess Spirit Clan blood?"

The young man had clearly guessed Ximen Wudi's origin.

"The Spirit Clan—you've heard of them, haven't they? A supreme power in the Spirit Realm. Your status is far too low to even know my origins!"

"But I don't mind telling you now."

Ximen Wudi sneered:

"All of you Spirit Clan scum deserve to die!"

Ximen Wudi's words roared like the fury of a Nine Abyss Demon God, causing the young man's legs to tremble slightly.

"N-no... don't kill me!"

His voice shook; beads of sweat, the size of peas, rolled down his forehead.

He couldn't understand why such a terrifying human existed in this world.

Not only was his strength so formidable, but his talent was also extraordinary.

He was a Spirit Emperor!

In this world of survival of the fittest, a Spirit Emperor was unquestionably among the top figures.

Yet now, he, a mere Spirit Lord, was being driven back by a Spirit Sect cultivator.

It was like a nightmare.

He had never seen such an unnatural human!

"Too late!"

"You must die!"

Ximen Wudi snorted, his body flickering and vanishing from his spot.

His speed was blinding—he appeared before the young man in the blink of an eye.

The young man saw only a blur, and suddenly Ximen Wudi stood right before him.

His pupils widened in shock; his heart clenched violently.

For in that instant, he had felt death.

And he knew—he was surely doomed this time.

Yet just as he was about to close his eyes, a warm force enveloped his body.

A flicker of relief rose in his heart.

"Could this... be the Savior Lord?!"

Just as he was overjoyed, a cold voice rang out by his ear:

"A mere ant like this — do you even deserve to call me a savior?"

"No… don't kill me! I beg you, spare me!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the young man gave a violent shudder, hurriedly dropped to his knees, and kowtowed toward Ximen Wudi, begging for mercy.

He truly regretted it!

If he had known this would be the outcome, he should never have launched a sneak attack on Ximen Wudi just now!

But it was all too late.

He had never imagined that he would fall at the hands of a Ling Sect powerhouse.

And this Ling Sect powerhouse was still so incredibly young!

"Too late — begging for mercy now is useless!"

"Die!"

Ximen Wudi coldly spat out two words, his right fist clenched tight.

Wave after wave of golden fist force erupted forth.

And the instant the fist force erupted, the entire cave abode began to shake violently.

"Crack-crack-crack!"

"Crash!"

Accompanied by a series of sharp cracking sounds, the entire cave abode was directly blasted apart by Ximen Wudi's single punch.

A massive hole was revealed within the cavern.

And within that massive hole, the young man's corpse had already completely dissolved into a cloud of blood mist, scattering across the ground and turning into a shriveled corpse.

"Boom!"

However.

After the young man's corpse exploded into a cloud of blood mist, a thunderous rumble also suddenly rang out.

Within the cave abode, a crystal-clear, water-blue pearl emerged, radiating a dazzling light.

"A Crystal Water Pearl — I've actually found one!"

Seeing the water-blue pearl before his eyes, a glint of excitement immediately flashed in Ximen Wudi's eyes.