Chapter 1598

1324-grade quasi-immortal weapon artifact

Zhao Zirou, such a delicate beauty, actually possessed a 1324-grade quasi-immortal weapon artifact—truly shocking and astonishing.

"So what if it's a quasi-immortal weapon? I have one too…"

Ximen Wudi sneered coldly and immediately summoned his Batian Dao.

Hum.

The Batian Dao suddenly trembled, releasing a wave of destructive energy.

Zhao Zirou's lovely face instantly changed; she had never expected Ximen Wudi to also possess a quasi-immortal weapon.

She coldly cried out, "Batian Dao—you're Ximen Wudi."

"Huh? You know me?" Ximen Wudi asked in surprise.

Zhao Zirou said, "Your portrait is posted throughout every province and prefecture; many cultivators have seen you!"

"Oh? Really?" Ximen Wudi rubbed his nose, surprised his portrait was so famous.

Zhao Zirou then said, "If you're Ximen Wudi, then I can negotiate terms with you. Though the Zhao family's power has been greatly weakened, it's still not to be underestimated. If you pledge allegiance to me, I guarantee you can walk like a king within the Zhao family!"

"Why should I believe you?"

Ximen Wudi sneered.

"Because of this 1324-grade Silver Dragon Spear!"

Zhao Zirou said.

Ximen Wudi said, "The Silver Dragon Spear is the weakest among quasi-immortal weapons. I have several more like this!"

Ximen Wudi spoke and immediately pulled out nine black blades, each a 1324-grade quasi-immortal weapon.

Each black blade was over thirty feet long.

"So many quasi-immortal weapons?" Zhao Zirou's eyes instantly blazed with intense killing intent.

These were quasi-immortal weapons—such blades were among the most top-tier in the entire Southern Region.

Ximen Wudi had suddenly produced nine 1324-grade black blades, and there were even more.

This was simply unimaginable.

"You… you're really Ximen Wudi." Zhao Zirou's heart pounded violently, her heart thudding wildly.

Ximen Wudi smiled and nodded. "Of course it's me. Otherwise, do you think I look like a fool?"

"You… how could you possibly have so many 1324-grade artifacts?"

Zhao Zirou said in shock—this defied all logic.

"What's impossible about it? These artifacts are mine. In this world, strength is supreme—whose fist is harder, whose words become the Dao!" Ximen Wudi scoffed, his face filled with pride—his artifacts were numerous.

These were treasures every warrior dreamed of.

And he had collected nine 1324-grade artifacts all at once.

Zhao Zirou's heart was swept by a tidal wave; she stared at Ximen Wudi in disbelief.

"You're really that waste, Ximen Wudi?" Zhao Zirou asked.

Ximen Wudi nodded.

Zhao Zirou took a deep breath; she knew she had truly kicked a iron plate.

She hadn't expected it.

Ximen Wudi had actually driven back Zhao Hengyan's guard army.

She was deeply puzzled—how had Ximen Wudi trained his combat power?

Zhao Zirou muttered to herself: Could this guy be hiding his true strength?

"What do you plan to do? My patience isn't good—I've never had good patience!" Ximen Wudi said with a smile.

Upon hearing Ximen Wudi's words, Zhao Zirou's face darkened; she coldly said, "I advise you not to provoke me, or you'll die for sure!"

"Oh? I'd like to see how you'll kill me!"

Ximen Wudi sneered and charged straight at Zhao Zirou.

Swish!

Zhao Zirou swung her Silver Spear and stabbed toward Ximen Wudi.

Clang!

The two clashed, producing a sharp collision sound.

Ximen Wudi's body was instantly blasted backward.

Puff.

But Zhao Zirou—

She was flung backward, spitting blood.

Zhao Zirou stared at Ximen Wudi in shock. "I didn't expect you could withstand my strike!"

"It's not that I can withstand your strike—it's that I can easily defeat you."

Ximen Wudi shrugged.

"Arrogant!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, Zhao Zirou roared and attacked him again.

Zhao Zirou's attacks were extremely fierce; each strike carried the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Boom…

Ximen Wudi unleashed the Seventh Form of the Batian Fist.

Black qi swirled around Ximen Wudi's fist, coalescing into a dragon shape, radiating a powerful, tyrannical force.

Boom! Boom!

The two clashed, producing a violent collision sound.

In the end, Ximen Wudi blocked Zhao Zirou's attack, then summoned forth nine black blades of quasi-immortal weapon rank.

Instantly, blades of light filled the sky.

"No…"

Zhao Zirou cried out in terror.

Because she felt the nine black blades contained terrifying power.

Each impact of the nine black blades sent her qi and blood churning.

Crack! Crack…

Immediately after,

the nine black blades tore apart Zhao Zirou's defensive array patterns.

Pfft.

The next moment, Zhao Zirou was slashed flying backward.

"I don't believe you truly possess this many quasi-immortal weapon-grade artifacts. If you had this many, you would have already shaken the entire Eastern Wilderness—why wait until now for anyone to find out?"

Zhao Zirou spoke coldly, then charged toward Ximen Wudi.

"This is your death wish!" Ximen Wudi sneered.

Instantly, the nine black blades rushed down to crush Zhao Zirou.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The nine black blades pierced through Zhao Zirou's body, pinning her directly to the wall.

Ximen Wudi walked over, lifted Zhao Zirou by the neck, set her on the ground, clapped his hands, and said, "If you surrender peacefully, I might spare your life. But if you refuse to see reason, then death is your only path."

Zhao Zirou glared at Ximen Wudi with gritted teeth; she knew she was certain to die now.

But Ximen Wudi's cultivation was too low.

Zhao Zirou did not believe Ximen Wudi could defeat her.

She could not help saying, "If I surrender to you, wouldn't you have to surrender to me too?"

"Heh, do you think you're any nobler than them?"

Ximen Wudi sneered mockingly.