Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 213, Gun Shadow: Life Taker

Chu Ming stepped back, his body instantly shooting towards Zhao Wuhai, the Blue Red Sword in his hand slashing forward, a faint golden light illuminating the sky, reaching the pinnacle of speed.

"Gun Shadow·Breaking Kill!"

Steadying himself, surrounded by sweeping wind waves, Zhao Wuhai’s combat awareness was also strong. As his body twisted, the black spear in his hand instantly thrust out, producing a faint black light at the tip of the spear, appearing extremely eerie.

Clang!

The tip of the Blue Red Sword collided with the tip of the spear, forming an invisible shockwave that radiated outward. The two parted immediately upon contact. Chu Ming’s sword flowed like a tide in the sea, one wave following another flawlessly, while Zhao Wuhai’s spear was filled with eerie coldness, instantly chilling anyone who came near.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Chu Ming’s figure completely transformed into a concentrated force, his sword cutting towards Zhao Wuhai fiercely, countless sword shadows enveloping everything within a hundred meters almost instantly, the air filled with successive whistles.

Crack!

The black spear in Zhao Wuhai’s hand trembled lightly, forming a circle at the tip filled with fierce spear force. The air was pierced entirely in an instant, simultaneously shattering Chu Ming’s sword shadows.

"So strong!"

Lin Wuying watched the two blurred figures in the field, eyes filled with heat. He understood that even if he perfected the Five Mountains Godslaying Palm to mastery, he would not be a match for Chu Ming and Zhao Wuhai.

Boom!

A loud explosive sound rang out as Chu Ming’s sword collided with Zhao Wuhai’s spear. The terrifying invisible shockwave crashed and spread, crushing every piece of stone within a certain range.

At the same time, Chu Ming and Zhao Wuhai’s figures flew to the sides, their robes flapping in the wind, adding a degree of ferocity.

"Take my last move!"

The dust had not fully settled when Zhao Wuhai roared softly and suddenly, the spiritual power in his dantian surged instantly. At an unknown time, his body became cloaked in a layer of blood-red, reaching an unprecedented peak of energy, spirit, and vigor.

"Gun Shadow: Life Taker!"

Black gas swirled around the black spear, vaguely showing a small black dragon roaring and writhing. The sky turned inky black, limitless and boundless.

Boom!

The gun shadow emerged with the black dragon accompanying it, crushing and exploding the surrounding air. Countless gas waves transformed into billowing dust, shooting out terrifyingly.

"This spear move, it should have reached the killing power of a typical True Dao Eighth Layer!"

Chu Ming narrowed his eyes, contemplating, while the Blue Red Sword in his hand gently rose, moving against the force. The air followed the blade, splitting into two sides, and an eye-catching red light slashed out from the sword, like a raging dragon.

"Flying Fire Blade!"

A domineering red light horizontally sliced out from Chu Ming’s sword. This red light contained intense coloring, enough to drive an unstable martial artist insane just from a glance. Although domineering, the red light retained flexibility, like a falling leaf in the wind, always ready to change direction.

Boom!

The black gun shadow collided with the red light, projecting illusory sparks. The ear-piercing sound of continuous clashing was unrelenting. Both the gun shadow and the red sword light were immensely domineering, achieving the killing power of the True Dao Eighth Layer.

Crack!

Amongst the tense crowd, a faint cracking sound spontaneously echoed. In the deathly silent atmosphere, it appeared extraordinarily piercing. Everyone quickly looked towards the field and found, at the base of the black gun shadow, a tiny crack was expanding.

"You..."

Zhao Wuhai’s pupils shrank, just about to speak. Suddenly, the black gun shadow shattered, sending illusory fragments of black spiritual power shooting in all directions. The domineering red light horizontally sliced towards his chest, too late for him to dodge.

Puff...

The red light swept by, sending Zhao Wuhai flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his expression withered. A blood mark emerged on his chest; half a step slower, and he would have been sliced in half.

Whoosh!

A yellow figure flashed to Zhao Wuhai’s side, gently embracing him from behind. Revealing himself was Hu Long, the patriarch of the Hu Family, looking slightly uneasy.

"We admit defeat in this match!"

Hu Long exhaled deeply, solemnly declaring, his gaze sweeping slightly over Chu Ming with a hint of shadow. He harbored intense resentment towards Chu Ming but was not prepared to act without understanding his background.

"According to the agreement, the Spirit Pool belongs to the Lin Family!"

Lin Qingxuan stepped forward, eyes filled with joy. This match had indeed taken a dramatic turn. Initially, Zhao Wuhai’s entry made him believe the Spirit Pool was lost, but Chu Ming gave him a huge surprise.

"Let’s go!"

Hu Long fed Zhao Wuhai a healing elixir, his face twitching gently as he spoke to the Hu Family’s entourage. Hu Ziang, also in the Hu Family camp, avoided Chu Ming’s gaze, deciding to steer clear of him henceforth.

Whoosh!

Hu Long muttered a few words, summoning a massive blue figure from the Western Ridge, obscuring the sky. Its wings gently spread, stirring up storms in the air.

This fierce Demon Beast was the Hu Family’s Ice Bird. It circled in the air, emitting a piercing cry, then gradually landed.

"Hope you don’t get overwhelmed by the spiritual power!"

Holding Zhao Wuhai, Hu Long jumped onto the Ice Bird’s back, saying coldly, his eyes full of chilling light.

"That’s none of your concern!"

Lin Qingxuan replied calmly, meeting Hu Long’s gaze without backing down.

"Humph!"

Hu Long snorted coldly, lightly tapping the Ice Bird’s head with his foot. The Ice Bird shuddered, wings flapping, sending two tornadoes flying outward as it slowly ascended, disappearing into the sky.

"Young Master Chu, how do you feel?"

Chu Ming slowly walked back to the Lin Family’s camp, face slightly pale, placing a recovery elixir in his mouth, slowly relaxing. Lin Qingxuan immediately inquired.

"I’m fine, just used too much spiritual power!"

In fact, Chu Ming’s body was hardly injured, thanks to his cultivation in the Body Refining Technique. The residual effects of his battle with Zhao Wuhai left no traces on his body, keeping him in peak condition at all times.

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