"Lord Li Huang!!!"
"Heavens, how can this be?!"
"Well done!"
In the Invincible Blessed Land battlefield, Li Huang's corpse drifted downward, stunning countless onlookers.
Fang Yuan let out a savage grin as he continued charging toward Mao Jiao Mountain, his bone-chilling voice ringing across the entire battlefield: "Whoever dares stand in my way will share his fate!"
In that instant, his terrifying demonic might shook heaven and earth. The Central Continent side's morale plummeted. A dark gleam flashed through Wu Yong's eyes, and Yao Huang and the others all wore expressions of shock.
Chu Du's expression was rather more complicated. He had once fought Fang Yuan in person when the latter was undergoing his Sixth Transformation tribulation. He never imagined that in just a few short years, Fang Yuan would become the kind of figure who could only be looked up at!
"Counting the first use of Ten Thousand Ghost Dragons, this second use, plus one strike of the Ghost Dragon Sword — that's over ten thousand Soul Path Dao Marks consumed!"
Fang Yuan analyzed calmly in his mind.
The Ten Thousand Ghost Dragons killing move was powerful, but it permanently consumed the Soul Path Dao Marks on his body. A single use of Ten Thousand Ghost Dragons cost four thousand Soul Path Dao Marks. After slaying Li Huang, over ten thousand of Fang Yuan's Soul Path Dao Marks had been shaved away in one stroke.
Of course, Fang Yuan didn't actually possess that many Soul Path Dao Marks — he had substituted Transformation Path Dao Marks to cover the difference.
All told, a method like the Ghost Dragon Sword was formidable enough to kill someone like Li Huang who possessed the Scorching Back-Fire Coat, but the price was steep.
Dao Marks were of immeasurable importance to a Gu Immortal. Permanently consuming them meant directly eroding one's foundation — something that should never be done lightly unless absolutely necessary.
Moreover, this technique had a drawback: the soul sword's speed was nothing special, making it easy to evade.
Fang Yuan had only deployed it because he spotted an opening — Li Huang couldn't dodge freely while protecting Mao Jiao Mountain — and only then did he unleash this move.
"Mao Jiao Mountain…"
Watching the mountain draw ever closer in his field of vision, Fang Yuan felt a swell of emotion.
Who could have imagined that the renowned Invincible Blessed Land was anchored to Mao Jiao Mountain? On the surface, the mountain appeared perfectly ordinary — a mere hillock, utterly unremarkable.
But in truth, it was one of the critical locations for the Heavenly Court's efforts to repair Fate Gu, and it had now become the decisive factor in this epoch-defining battle.
"Fang Yuan!!" In the next instant, another figure materialized, blocking his diving trajectory.
It was Chen Yi!
"Wu Yong failed to kill you, so let me put an end to your life!" Fang Yuan coldly declared, once again preparing the Ghost Dragon Sword killing move.
Chen Yi's face was taut with gravity. Even Li Huang had fallen — against the Ghost Dragon Sword, he had even less confidence of holding his ground.
"Hm? What is this?!" At that critical moment, Chen Yi felt a searing heat in his chest, as though a branding iron had been pressed into his flesh.
A powerful yet mysterious force surged outward.
As this force erupted, Chen Yi's robes split open, baring his chest.
There, painted upon his skin, was a picture — a great tree swaying in the wind!
"This picture — isn't this the one that inexplicably branded itself onto me years ago, the first time I inherited Yuan Lian's True Inheritance?!" Chen Yi cried inwardly in shock.
At the same time, a stream of information was transmitted directly into the depths of his mind.
"It's Immortal Venerable Yuan Lian's arrangement!"
Overwhelmed with both astonishment and joy, Chen Yi followed the instructions and urgently activated his strongest technique.
Immortal Killing Move — Karma Divine Tree!
Immediately, wisps of green smoke rose gracefully from Chen Yi's body. They drifted upward to about six feet above his head, continuously swirling until they took the shape of a great tree.
The trunk was thick and sturdy, the branches dense, the leaves a vibrant green. Among the foliage hung dozens of fruits, each one bizarrely unique. Some resembled pitch-black walnuts. Others looked like pink peaches but were as large as washbasins. Some had shells bristling with thorns. Others were hollow, their flesh and pits visible from the outside.
The Karma Divine Tree rapidly took form, and the power from the painting poured into it.
In Chen Yi's ears, he seemed to hear the voice of Immortal Venerable Yuan Lian: "Watch closely — this is a follow-up technique built upon the Karma Divine Tree: Cause Comes, Effect Goes!"
The killing move activated. Wind seemed to stir, and the green smoke swayed with the breeze as the Karma Divine Tree danced in the gale.
The Ghost Dragon Sword hurtled toward it like a meteor streaking across the sky.
But the instant it neared the Karma Divine Tree — *whoosh* — the Ghost Dragon Sword vanished without a trace.
"Hm?!" Fang Yuan was stunned.
In that split second, he felt his connection to the Ghost Dragon Sword become infinitesimally faint, as though the distance between them had been abruptly stretched by a hundred and eight thousand miles!
"What kind of technique is this? It seems to possess teleportation power?" Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed instantly, a fierce gleam flashing between his lids.
The connection between an Immortal Killing Move and its Gu Immortal master always had a limited range. Exceed that range, and the killing move would typically fall apart.
Fang Yuan's Ghost Dragon Sword, however, was built upon the Ten Thousand Ghost Dragons foundation and carried the characteristics of the enslavement path, which was why it could be transported over a hundred thousand miles away and still maintain this slender thread of connection.
But that thread was already exceedingly fragile. Push it any further, and it would exceed the limit, causing the killing move to collapse on its own.
If that happened, Fang Yuan would suffer the backlash damage from the killing move. Given how powerful the Ghost Dragon Sword was, the backlash would be no less devastating — spitting blood on the spot was a certainty.
"You can forcibly teleport a killing move?" Wu Yong had gathered intelligence on Fang Yuan's abilities. "Then let me see how you deal with my Farewell Wind!"
Wu Yong sneered.