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"With your Initial Stage of Insight, do you really think you can stop me?" The Black-Clad Leader's voice was cold and devoid of emotion, his entire being blending into the void, becoming formless. Like a ghost, he appeared within a hundred feet, his palm shaped like a blade. With a tearing sound, a purple stream of light several inches long shot out from his hand, resembling an arrow as it flew toward its target.
"Young Master, run!" Li Dian shouted, his face twisted in agony. Nirvana Power surged within him, and a layer of golden light flickered around his body. From a distance, he looked like a golden war god. With a sudden movement, he struck out with both golden palms, slamming them against the purple stream of light with two loud bangs.
However, the purple stream of light contained the supreme power of a fifth-level expert in the Insight Realm, far beyond what he could destroy.
A sound like sizzling oil echoed as the purple stream pierced through Li Dian's palms, blood gushing forth.
Li Dian let out a piercing scream; both of his palms had blood holes the size of fingers, blood flowing out.
Wang Yi realized at once that Li Dian's hands were ruined; the tendons and blood vessels in his palms had been destroyed by the Black-Clad Leader, rendering him useless.
"Captain?"
The Black Feather Guard gasped in shock at this sight. However, they were merely peak Transformation Realm warriors and could not withstand the Black-Clad Leader's methods. In an instant, more than ten Black Feather Guards were turned into a mist of blood before they could even react.
"Young Master, run!" the remaining Black Feather Guards urged urgently.
At this moment, each of them was resolute in their determination to die for Wang Yi. It was known that those who served as Black Feather Guards for the Wang Family were fiercely loyal to it.
Wang Yi felt a surge of emotion; he had only met them once, yet now they were all willing to sacrifice their lives to protect him.
"I'll fight alongside you."
At that moment, one Black Feather Guard let out a fierce roar and suddenly exploded. A terrifying energy swept outward, instantly killing the four black-clad figures surrounding him.
“Primordial Dan explosion.” The Black-Clad Leader's expression changed slightly as he said, “Very well, it seems that you Wang Family are indeed loyal and brave individuals.”
“!”
Next, several Black Feather Guard self-destructed their Primordial Dan, perishing alongside the black-clad individuals.
“Master, let's go!” Li Dian emanated an overwhelming energy aura, creating an unmatched wave that forced Wang Yi back three hundred feet.
“Retreat!” The Black-Clad Leader's face changed drastically upon seeing this; he did not expect even this Glimpse of the Nirvana Realm Expert to self-destruct their Dantian.
“Let’s die together!” Li Dian roared with a fierce expression, charging into the crowd of black-clad individuals. He self-destructed his Primordial Dan, unleashing the energy of a Void-Viewing Three Realms warrior, sweeping out like a raging wind, creating a terrifying scene that generated a mushroom cloud rising a hundred feet high.
“Ahhh!”
In that moment, over ten black-clad individuals died under this energy, and even the Black-Clad Leader coughed up a mouthful of blood as he looked up at the departing figure of Wang Yi: “Damn it.” With that, he moved his body and slashed his palm towards the void, revealing a dark crack.
Without even glancing back, the Black-Clad Leader dove into the Spatial Rift.
In the void, Wang Yi fled rapidly.
Suddenly, Wang Yi heard a massive disturbance above him. Turning to look, he saw a gigantic Spatial Rift tearing open in the void, and a figure stepping out from it— it was the Black-Clad Leader.
“Trying to escape?” The cold voice seemed to emanate from the depths of the abyss, causing Wang Yi to shudder.
“Whoosh.” Wang Yi sped away like lightning.
“Rumbling!”
Suddenly, the entire space shook violently, followed by a thunderous sound. The air shattered, and an indescribable aura of terror enveloped Wang Yi.
“What?” Wang Yi was shaken to his core. He looked up to see a massive Palm Seal descending upon him, dark and overwhelming, blocking out the rising sun. It surged like a tidal wave, unleashing an immense energy storm that caused Wang Yi's clothes to flutter violently as if he were caught in a tempest.
The Palm Seal of Rumbling arrived in an instant, hovering directly above Wang Yi.
“Slaughter Sword Technique!”
With his eyes blazing red, Wang Yi roared, and the Sword of Slaughter shot forth like a bolt of lightning. Nearly two hundred feet long, the Slaughtering Sword Qi appeared above him, resembling a river of blood as it sliced toward the Palm Seal.
“Crack!”
The Slaughtering Sword Qi was unstoppable. With a sharp sound, it pierced through the Palm Seal, which split in two with the accompanying roar of Rumbling. The terrifying energy it carried vanished along with it.
“Interesting.” The Black-Clad Leader observed the Sword of Slaughter in Wang Yi's hand and let out a slight exclamation, a cat-and-mouse expression crossing his face.
“So this is the power of a Transcendent Realm Expert?” Wang Yi felt a tremor in his heart. The presence of the Black-Clad Leader was truly terrifying, leaving him unable to resist.
“Child, run quickly! This Black-Clad Leader is an early-stage Transcendent Realm expert; you are no match for him.” Fire Spirit urged anxiously.
“Boss, let's merge our powers.” Spiritual Energy suggested urgently.
“Child, leave the sword in your hand; I will leave you with your whole corpse.” The Black-Clad Leader approached step by step, his body seeming to meld into the void itself. In just one stride, he covered over a hundred feet, moving with incredible speed that made Wang Yi's scalp tingle.
"Wang Yi" narrowed his eyes slightly, contemplating the unique abilities of the "Transcendent Realm Expert." Each realm possesses special powers, such as "Void-Viewing Three Realms," "Gaze of the Abyss" utilizing "Spatial Law," and the "Transcendent Realm" which can shrink distances, while the "Void Realm" can create its own domain within the void, incredibly terrifying.
"Come and take it if you want it," "Wang Yi" said, his gaze flickering as he spoke coldly.
"Seeking death," the "Black-Clad Leader" replied with a chilling expression, soaring through the air like a ghost, appearing within three hundred zhang of "Wang Yi."
With a cold smile, the "Black-Clad Leader" formed hand seals, launching several streams of milky-white energy that intertwined to form a net-like energy shield. He commanded, "Go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white net flew out, rapidly expanding to nearly fifty zhang in size, heading straight for "Wang Yi."
"Child, in my eyes now, you are the fish and I am the fisherman; you cannot escape my grasp," the "Black-Clad Leader" said indifferently.
"Merge!" "Wang Yi" roared with a fierce expression.
Upon hearing this, his spirit immediately transformed into pure "Spiritual Energy," merging into "Wang Yi's" body. With a hum, violent spiritual power erupted from him like a tidal wave, spreading out in all directions.
"No wonder you're 'Wang Cheng's' son; you've instantly attained the strength of 'Gaze of Insight' at the second level," the "Black-Clad Leader" remarked calmly, though a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. However, he still did not regard "Wang Yi" as a threat. He believed that martial arts capable of temporarily boosting strength come at a cost and can harm one's body, making them unsustainable.
Yet, what the "Black-Clad Leader" could not anticipate was that "Wang Yi" was not practicing the "Blood Technique," but rather harnessing the power of "Spirit Fire," which had no time limitations.
"Wang Yi" paused momentarily and turned to face the approaching "Black-Clad Leader," revealing an astonishing killing intent in his gaze.
"Aren't you going to run?" the "Black-Clad Leader" asked coldly.
"I am not your match; there is only one path to death. Can you tell me who wants me dead?" "Wang Yi" asked softly. However, at that moment, he was frantically gathering his internal "Nirvana Power," condensing it to the point of explosion.
"To try to use my words, you're still too inexperienced," the Black-Clad Leader said coldly.
"Slash!"
At that moment, a violent surge of energy erupted from Wang Yi.
In his hand, the Sword of Slaughter flickered with Bloodlight, shooting out countless beams of light that exuded an astonishing aura of slaughter, turning the air blood-red, like a Blood Sea.
"Ring!"
A clear and sharp sound rang out, followed by Wang Yi's loud roar as he brought the Sword of Slaughter down violently. In an instant, an overwhelming momentum swept across the entire area.
"Crack!"
The air sounded as if it had been struck by lightning, creating waves of energy that surged towards the Black-Clad Leader.
"You have some skill." However, such a tremendous force only elicited a faint smile from the Black-Clad Leader. His expression showed no signs of surprise; instead, he coldly smiled and flicked his fingers. Instantly, gales formed within a radius of ten feet around him, each one silvery-white and arc-shaped, resembling a galaxy swirling around him.
In an instant, ten silvery beams of light formed between the Black-Clad Leader's hands.
"Go."
With a single word spoken, the ground changed color as ten silvery Gale threads shot out with a whoosh.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In an instant, a whistling sound erupted, resembling the breaking of countless crossbow arrows.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, the Slaughtering Sword Qi, accompanied by the momentum of wind and thunder, traversed three hundred zhang and collided with ten strands of Gale.
"Rumbling!"
It sounded as if thunder had struck the ground, deafening.
The ten strands of Gale accurately landed on the Slaughtering Sword Qi, piercing through with a clang.
Accompanied by the incessant ringing, the Slaughtering Sword Qi turned into nothingness.
Seeing this, without a moment's hesitation, Wang Yi's Nirvana Power and Cui Gu reached their peak, and he quickly fled.
"Leave him to me." The Black-Clad Leader waved his large sleeve, vanishing into thin air. In the next moment, he appeared within a hundred zhang radius of Wang Yi, extending a massive hand that loomed ominously over him.
"Rumbling!"
The area within a hundred zhang became a vacuum zone. Wang Yi felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him; his blood surged violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Boss!" Ling cried out urgently.
"Child, where do you think you're running?" A cold and merciless voice echoed as the Black-Clad Leader appeared within thirty zhang of Wang Yi.
“Cloud Manipulation Palm.” Looking at the Black-Clad Leader in black attire, Wang Yi had a fierce expression. He did not want to die; he wanted to survive. With a roar, he extended his right hand, and suddenly, the surrounding air converged around his palm, forming a massive vortex of air ten zhang in size right before him.
“Go!” Wang Yi shouted, as the vortex filled with solidifying and stagnating force rushed toward the Black-Clad Leader.
“Hmm.” At that moment, the Black-Clad Leader showed a look of surprise, then coldly smiled, “This set of Martial Arts is indeed marvelous, but if you think you can use it against me, you are mistaken.” With that, he slowly extended his index finger, and a purple light burst forth from his fingertip, shooting toward the vortex of air with a whoosh.
“Wave.” The purple light entered the vortex and emitted a sound like a wave before it immediately dissipated.
“Child, if you have any other tricks up your sleeve, now is the time to use them,” said the Black-Clad Leader, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes rustling ominously.
At this point, Wang Yi found himself with no way out. Grasping the Sword of Slaughter, he began to flee into the distance.
Suddenly, a Palm Seal fell from the sky and landed on Wang Yi, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut.
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