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"How are you all?" echoed in the hearts of Gai Wuhui and the others like the tolling of the Honglu Bell.
The souls who had been slain were replaced time and again; some team members had trained together, killing together, while others shared a brotherly bond. How are you all?
The Supreme Ascension Spell was infused by Zuo Dao into this question, striking directly at the heart.
Having killed too many, it was inevitable that evil thoughts would arise. The Supreme Ascension Spell was meant to clear distractions and calm the heart, a skill originally belonging to sword immortals, yet it was learned inadvertently by Zuo Dao.
Using it on these soul slayers was a perfect application of resources.
Sword energy attacks were useless against Zuo Dao's initial form of the True Body, yet they were mixed with soul attacks. Against Zuo Dao's overwhelmingly powerful Celestial Soul, defeat was only to be expected.
However, the Supreme Ascension Spell completely countered the soul slayers.
Bai Wuliu felt stars exploding in his vision, nearly driven to death by anger.
Gai Jiuyou discerned Zuo Dao's cultivation level but could not fathom how a Qi Refinement Level cultivator could appear in the Earth Altar Star Domain.
The Earth Altar Star Domain only had two types of people: mortals and cultivators.
Anyone with cultivation potential would at least reach Golden Core Level by their teenage years. How could such a person exist?
At the same time, it was undeniable that a Qi Refinement Level cultivator remained unscathed under the attacks of over twenty Virtual Realm Cultivators. He preferred to believe that Zuo Dao was an ancient monster masquerading as a weakling.
"Who exactly are you?" Gai Jiuyou didn't want to ask this question; doing so meant admitting his own momentum had faltered. Yet his intense curiosity compelled him to speak.
"My name is Zuo Dao. I am the Left of Heterodox and the Path of Unorthodox." With an unchanging smile on his face, Zuo Dao spoke as if chatting with an old friend.
Gai Jiuyou's lips twitched, wishing he could slap him to death.
Evil.
This was Gai Jiuyou's assessment of Zuo Dao. From the moment he appeared, this young Cultivator exuded nothing but an aura of wickedness.
A Qi Refinement Level Cultivator could charge through the sword energy of Spirit Sword Mountain?
A Qi Refinement Level Cultivator could escape unscathed from the attacks of a Virtual Realm Cultivator?
A Qi Refinement Level Cultivator could speak calmly in front of him, a Voidwalker, without fear of his overwhelming presence?
Gai Jiuyou could endure it, but Bai Wuliu could not.
With a pointed finger, a beam of starlight shot straight at Zuo Dao.
Sword Star Finger.
Bai Wuliu's signature move.
With a single finger thrust, it could pierce mountains and traverse forests with incredible speed and force; ordinary defensive spiritual artifacts would typically be destroyed in one strike.
The Sword Star Finger was merely a test. As the leader of an assassin group, Bai Wuliu wouldn't be easily provoked; he just needed a reason to strike, and Zuo Dao had conveniently provided that reason. The Soul Severing Team had already fallen deep into their own Inner Demons.
Another reason for using this technique was that the attack trajectory of the Sword Star Finger was controllable, ensuring that it wouldn't miss its target.
A glimmer of starlight, infused with immense power, descended upon Zuo Dao. Bai Wuliu had calculated that Zuo Dao had places to evade, and he even devised a strategy to withstand the attack.
However, he did not anticipate that the opponent would merely extend two fingers, as if casually plucking a wildflower, effortlessly pinching the Sword Star.
Hiss.
A collective gasp echoed across the battlefield.
This individual possessed Great Power, an overwhelming might that was insurmountable.
All the invading enemies simultaneously entertained this thought in their minds.
Yet Zuo Dao treated this moment as if it were trivial, gently cradling the Sword Star in his palm.
Bang.
In front of the crowd, he used his fist as a hammer and his palm as a platform to forge the weapon.
It was a spectacle that captivated all eyes.
Everyone knew that such a figure could not have appeared out of thin air. He was either from a major power or nurtured in secret by some Great Power.
Gai Jiuyou revealed a serious expression for the first time. After all, beyond the Earth Altar Star Domain lay many beings he needed to look up to.
The variable in this event had finally emerged. Gai Jiuyou sighed inwardly; though he felt reluctant, he recalled the words of that past figure—no matter how much resentment he harbored, he could only endure.
Zuo Dao's strange actions left Bai Wuliu perplexed.
The Sword Star Finger, while not his strongest attack, was still something no one dared to underestimate. It was merely a manifestation of his sword energy, and he certainly didn't believe his opponent could do anything with a mass of energy like that.
The idea of refining sword energy was a sudden inspiration from Zuo Dao. However, when his first strike landed, he realized that this might actually work.
Though the sensation was faint, he caught a glimpse of something different—crystallization.
Only a small strand of sword energy changed under the hammering, yet it thrilled Zuo Dao immensely.
Ignoring the surroundings, he swung his fist and initiated the Hundred Forgings strike.
All the cultivators present were petrified, standing frozen as they watched this young cultivator, unsure of what thoughts raced through their minds.
As Zuo Dao's speed increased, Bai Wuliu's expression grew increasingly serious.
A powerful opponent was not frightening; what was dangerous was an enemy shrouded in mystery.
As a leader of the Sword Hidden Pavilion, he had faced opponents stronger than himself and had always emerged victorious. He had long surpassed the stage of assassination; he referred to his current realm as—Clear Obstruction.
In silence, a Dao Sword shot forth, aiming directly at Zuo Dao's neck.
Like an emperor eroded by time, like a beam of morning light breaking through darkness. There was helplessness, indignation, hope, and yearning.
Even Tai Shu Yi was astonished by this strike.
A single sword could unleash such a multitude of Sword Intent, and such contradictory Sword Intent at that. Bai Wuliu truly deserved to be regarded as a giant in the realm of swordsmanship, capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Spirit Sword Mountain.
This Sword Slash was slow, so slow that one could clearly see the specks of blood on the blade. Those were marks left from slaying too many powerful foes.
As for this strike, Zuo Dao seemed oblivious, still immersed in his own world.
It was getting faster; as his speed increased, more and more sword energy crystallized. With a few more Hundred Forgings, Zuo Dao was certain that a brand new artifact would soon appear before the world.
Gai Jiuyou's interest in the White-Clad Young Monk grew stronger. If not for recalling that person's existence, he might have considered capturing this young man. However, he never truly contemplated whether he could actually seize him.
Bai Wuliu had great confidence in his sword.
One sword with four intents was already his limit. Although for a Sword Cultivator, purer Sword Intent was better, he took an unconventional path, practicing the Mixed Intentions sword technique and cultivating four types of Sword Intent with immense willpower.
The sword was already at Zuo Dao's neck, yet there was still no reaction from him. At that moment, Bai Wuliu unleashed all his spiritual power; the blade that had just been as slow as a snail suddenly zipped past Zuo Dao's throat.
A spray of blood erupted.
A single sword wound.
Before Bai Wuliu could react, he felt a chill at his neck. He quickly withdrew his sword to defend himself but found nothing to block. As he steadied himself, he felt a dampness on his chest.
The gathered Cultivators only saw a thin stream flowing down from his throat.
In an instant, the Sword Intent that had enveloped everyone dissipated.
Without any disturbance, without any dazzling colors. What remained was only endless strangeness, and an infinite terror.
With a single strike, Bai Wuliu was injured, yet the one who harmed him was himself.
Tai Shu Yi, Tai Shu Reincarnation, Gai Jiuyou, and other silent Virtual Realm Cultivators could not discern what had truly happened.
In their eyes, they only saw Bai Wuliu accelerating his downward strike, but directing the Sword Edge towards himself.
"Who exactly are you?" Bai Wuliu stared blankly at Zuo Dao, his expression calm.
As the final blow fell, the sword energy in his hand was finally crystallized completely.
A delicate and vividly colored sword appeared in his palm.
Zuo Dao glanced at it and thought to himself that it was quite good, casually tossing the sword towards Tai Shu Yun. He cast a faint look at Bai Wuliu.
"My name is Zuo Dao."
"What a good Zuo Dao, the Heterodox Left, the Unorthodox Path. I, Bai Wuliu, do not die in vain."
No one understood what Bai Wuliu meant because after uttering this sentence, he had already fallen.
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