Chapter 1580

The young man's eyes bulged out, his face instantly turning ashen, suffused with intense resentment.

Because he had clearly seen that under his deadly technique, even a half-step Void Immortal would have dodged or blocked—but now, not a single anomaly occurred; Ximen Wudi didn't move at all, and he even looked as if he was willingly letting himself be slain, making the young man's fury explode beyond control.

"Puch!"

1287 escape death?

1287 escape death?

A jet of crimson blood shot out from the young man's throat.

Immediately after, his body crashed heavily to the ground, eyes wide open, filled with unyielding resentment, slain right there.

Seeing this, the surrounding warriors were utterly stunned.

"How is this possible? How did he do this?!"

"Is this kid some kind of monster? He actually escaped death from a half-step Void Immortal?!"

Everyone was profoundly shocked, their gazes at Ximen Wudi brimming with utter disbelief.

Especially the group of black-clad youths, even more astonished, their eyes fixed on Ximen Wudi with profound incredulity.

They had never imagined Ximen Wudi could accomplish such an unthinkable feat—and casually kill a half-step Void Immortal.

"This kid is incredibly powerful!"

Even the old man nearby was slightly startled.

"Enough talk. Now, it's my turn!"

Ximen Wudi slowly retracted his aura, calm and detached, his gaze steady as he looked at the young man ahead.

Seeing Ximen Wudi return to normal, the young man raised an eyebrow, a sneer of mockery and contempt flashing across his face.

"You? Think you can fight me? How presumptuous!"

"Kid, do you really think this place is a marketplace? You want to kill and seize treasures? Hahaha…"

Watching the young man's expression, Ximen Wudi sneered. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Kid, I advise you to surrender peacefully. Otherwise, don't blame me for going easy on you!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the young man's face turned pitch black, his eyes glinting with murderous intent as he spoke slowly, word by word.

"Then I advise you too—get out now, or don't blame me for being uncivilized later!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the surrounding warriors all showed shock and admiration.

All the warriors present knew the boy was deliberately provoking the young man, hoping to use the young man's hand to kill him.

Yet they also felt a flicker of worry—that Ximen Wudi might get hurt.

But those warriors' worries meant nothing, for in the young man's eyes, Ximen Wudi was merely an ant.

"Kid, since you seek death, don't blame me!"

The young man's lips curled into a chilling smile, then he leapt again, lunging straight at Ximen Wudi.

Just as his figure vanished into the air, his long blade shot out like a venomous snake's tongue, stabbing swiftly toward Ximen Wudi.

The power of this strike was devastating—if it landed, even a mountain peak would be split open.

"Heh, how presumptuous!"

Seeing the young man's attack, Ximen Wudi coldly laughed, then extended one finger.

Xiu!

A wisp of flame shot out, forming at Ximen Wudi's fingertip into a blazing red blade.

The blazing red blade moved with incredible speed, arriving before the young man's face in the blink of an eye.

Puzi!

As the blade pierced the young man's chest, his torso was instantly pierced through, blood gushing out in a torrent, his face turning deathly pale.

The young man's face was filled with disbelief, eyes wide open, brimming with utter resentment, staring fixedly at Ximen Wudi, trying to speak.

But he could not utter a single word—his head had already slumped to the side.

Putong!

When the young man's corpse collapsed into the pool of blood, everyone around froze, their gazes blankly fixed on Ximen Wudi as if they'd seen a ghost.

One glance, and a half-step Void Immortal was instantly slain—it was like a fairy tale.

"How is this possible!"

Then, the old man stared at Ximen Wudi in utter horror, muttering in disbelief.

Though the young man's strength had only just broken into the half-step Void Immortal realm, he was more than enough to sweep aside any other half-step Void Immortal present—but such a terrifying being was rendered utterly fragile in Ximen Wudi's hands.

"Who among you will step forward to help deal with this guy?"

After eliminating the young man, Ximen Wudi looked around and asked the warriors.

At this moment, they were all terrified by Ximen Wudi's display, ignoring the young man's warnings entirely, standing motionless, eyes locked on Ximen Wudi.

Seeing their reaction, Ximen Wudi slightly frowned.

"If so, no need to trouble you all!"

Saying this, Ximen Wudi leapt to leave—but at that moment, the young man suddenly surged forward, blocking his path.

"Kid, your opponent is me!"

As the young man spoke, a vast, surging aura erupted from his body, and behind him appeared a colossal phantom of Jin Wu.

The Jin Wu phantom was lifelike, as if about to awaken.

As soon as the Jin Wu phantom appeared, many warriors' pupils shrank sharply, their faces filled with deep fear and horror.

"Such formidable aura—he's condensed a Jin Wu phantom!"

"No wonder he's a prodigy of Blood Tianyang Sect—truly a genius of his generation!"

……

Sighs rose one after another, and the gazes of those martial artists all landed on the back of the young man.

And on the back of that young man, a massive Golden Crow phantom had condensed, as if it were about to come to life, emitting an overwhelming aura of ferocity that made the surrounding temperature plummet.

The moment this Golden Crow phantom appeared, the faces of those young men all bloomed with intense joy, as if they had seen some rare treasure, staring at it eagerly.

Seeing this scene, Ximen Wudi also raised an eyebrow, a glint flashing in his eyes. His peripheral vision swept over that Golden Crow phantom, and the corner of his mouth curved into a playful arc.

"It seems this Golden Crow phantom is of great use to that young man as well!"

"Hehe, kid, you are doomed today, no question about it!"

That young man stared fixedly at Ximen Wudi, gave a cold smile, and his entire body radiated a chilling killing intent.

"Hmph, then let's try it!"

Ximen Wudi also snorted coldly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. His right hand grabbed, and a spear, dark as ink, appeared in his palm in an instant.

Swish swish swish!

Gripping the spear in his palm, he shook the spearhead, and black spear shadows, like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, madly shot toward that young man.

Forged from a 1289 high-grade weapon.

This dark spear was forged from an Earth-grade high-grade weapon, containing terrifying destructive and annihilating power; it was the Earth-grade mid-grade martial technique, Spear King.

Under Ximen Wudi's execution, wherever the spearhead passed, those spears seemed to transform into an flood dragon, roaring and bellowing, bringing gusts of howling fierce wind.

Seeing this scene, all the surrounding martial artists stared at that black spear shadow with stunned expressions.

A spear forged from an Earth-grade high-grade martial technique produced a might that had already reached the level of a Heaven-grade top-tier weapon.

Moreover, the spear in Ximen Wudi's hand was still an Earth-grade high-grade martial technique, so its might could be called even more formidable.

Puchi!

Seeing those spear shadows dark as ink, that young man was also greatly shocked, hurriedly urging the spiritual power within his body to surge out, wanting to resist the bombardment of those spears.

Bang bang bang!

The spear shadows collided with the spiritual power, a burst of dense explosions rang out, and terrifying gusts of fierce wind swept in all directions, blowing down the surrounding buildings.

And Ximen Wudi relied on his super-strong defense to withstand the assault of those spears.

"Little beast, go to hell for me!"

Seeing his defense blocked by Ximen Wudi, a flash of rage immediately crossed that young man's face. He threw a punch, bringing bursts of air-tearing sounds, and smashed down toward Ximen Wudi.