NOVPUB"Kill," a slightly growl-like voice came from a man in black, as four men in black holding rifles charged forward.
Their bodies radiated the majesty of the Emperor Pulse Realm, with layered dark shadows from the long spears creating an extraordinary momentum.
Cutting through the dark void, they charged towards the Yellow Three Envoys and their companions.
These four were merely existences of the Emperor Pulse, but they had cultivated a superb combined attack technique.
For a while, they actually fought back and forth with the Yellow Three Envoys, leaving Xu Zimei to stand alone idly.
But he didn’t move, because he felt a gaze from the darkness fixed on him.
As soon as he made the slightest move, the other party would strike with a thunderbolt.
"Won’t you come out and meet me?" Xu Zimei said with a smile.
As his words fell, the void above the guesthouse rippled.
A figure stepped out onto the air from the void.
This figure wore a white mask, and no aura fluctuation could be sensed from his body.
Although he displayed no overwhelming aura, the pressure he exerted was immense.
"It seems your True God Cult’s people really are like lingering souls," Xu Zimei said with a light smile.
"Considering you call us the True God Cult, I will leave your body intact after I deal with you," the masked elder said indifferently.
Aside from the followers of the True God Cult who call themselves the True God, everyone else in the outside world refers to them as the Evil God Cult.
"That’s quite some confidence," Xu Zimei said, shaking his head with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a terrified shout from nearby.
"Yue’er, what are you doing?"
Huang Xing cried out in alarm. They were all fighting together, but unexpectedly, Huang Yue suddenly struck the other two from behind.
Huang Xing and Huang Ri’s bodies were sent flying backward.
Huang Xing looked at Huang Yue in disbelief, while the skin on his own body gradually darkened.
"Heaven Sha Poison Palm," Huang Ri said, frowning as he felt the state of his body.
This Heaven Sha Poison was highly restrictive against Spiritual Energy, which behaved like a contagion.
Wherever there was Spiritual Energy, this poison would thoroughly corrode it, and it couldn’t be detoxified in a short time.
"Yue’er, why?" Huang Xing ignored his own injuries, looking at the once familiar yet suddenly strange woman before him.
He never imagined that this woman he once admired would betray them.
Since joining the Yellow Three Envoys, the three of them had always worked as a team, and over the years, they had become as familiar to each other as family.
But today, he suddenly found everything shrouded in fog, and he couldn’t see clearly anymore.
"Are you from the Evil God Cult?" Huang Ri asked solemnly.
"I always have been," Huang Yue said after a moment of silence, her gaze indifferent.
Upon hearing this response, Huang Ri fell completely silent.
Huang Xing, on the other hand, burst into laughter. There was a bitter and somewhat ironic feeling in his laughter.
"Kill me then," Huang Xing said, looking up fearlessly: "Do it yourself."
Huang Yue paid him no attention but turned her gaze to the mask-wearing elder.
With respect, she said, "Prajna Venerable, the mission is complete."
"Very well," the masked elder smiled with satisfaction, then turned his gaze towards Xu Zimei.
With a wave of his hand, boundless Spiritual Energy spread in his palm.
He sent his massive palm pressing down, saying, "You can keep them company."
"Divine Vein Realm," Xu Zimei said, squinting and smiling.
"You don’t seem to be enough."
Though he was but at the peak of the Saint Vein at present, he really didn’t take an ordinary Divine Vein Realm seriously.
A soaring aura rose up around Xu Zimei, as he directly initiated the Azure Cloud Eighth Transformation.
Turquoise Spiritual Energy surged violently, and behind him, steps extended towards the Qing Tian.
Boundless and vast, with the sound of the Great Dao chanting reverberating amongst them.
Turquoise mist enveloped the surroundings.
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Xu Zimei extended both hands, directly confronting the Prajna Venerable’s giant palm.
Only to hear a "boom" sound.
The space around them shattered, and the inn where everyone was staying split down the middle, being divided into two halves.
Countless streams of qi arrows were flying about.
Seeing such might, even the Prajna Venerable was surprised.
"Who are you?" At this moment, Prajna Venerable finally became serious and looked at Xu Zimei to inquire.
"Defeat me first, then we’ll talk," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand came out of the sheath, accompanied by a "clang" of the blade’s song, and a hellish sea of blades crisscrossed around them.
"Way of Inquiry Thirteenth Form, Wrath of the Form King."
Following Xu Zimei’s light shout, his Curved Blade trembled gently in his hand.
As his body turned blood-red and his muscles swelled massively, featuring dark blue pointed horns, the Form King roared.
It directly attached itself to the blade, carrying with it endless anger and volatility.
Blood of the Form King roared as it burned.
The Curved Blade in Xu Zimei’s hand seemed to contain an unstoppable force.
When this blade slashed down, the citizens of Phoenix Hoaring City, still in deep slumber, thought they heard the resounding thunder next to their ears.
Thunder exploded in the firmament, followed by merciless destruction.
Seeing such might, the Prajna Venerable took a deep breath.
His eyes were more solemn than ever before.
He planted his left foot on the ground, gently lifted his right foot, and brought his hands together in a strange gesture.
Then he softly called out, "Prajna!"
As his voice fell, something began to change behind him.
True Fate Emergence, space shattered.
With a roar, another monster appeared out of nowhere.
This monster was entirely crimson, with two incredibly sharp curved horns.
Its eyes were large, but its pupils were almost the same as a regular person’s.
The hair on its head was red, all flowing down from its forehead.
The hair on its body was white and lush, completely covering its neck.
Its face was very thin, with four sharp fangs peeking out of its mouth, along with many sticky fluids.
"Is this the legendary Prajna?" murmured Huang Yue softly upon witnessing this scene.
Prajna is a kind of demon, one that feeds on jealousy and hatred and takes on their form.
No one knew what sort of experiences the Prajna Venerable, who possessed this monstrous True Fate, had been through. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Everyone in the Evil God Cult knew that Prajna Venerable wore a mask and never showed his face easily.
Only a handful within the cult had actually seen his true face.
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When Xu Zimei’s blade came down with endless might, the Prajna behind him suddenly opened its eyes.
It let out a fierce roar, its face twisting grotesquely as if it was both smiling and crying.
Its eyes turned red fiercely, and it caught the blade with its bare hands.
The Form King roared with rage, and Prajna also screamed.
The two were locked in a stalemate, and Huang Yue, who was beside them, directly raised her sword and charged into battle.
Xu Zimei chuckled lightly, with thunder rolling in his eyes.
The apocalyptic divine thunder carried a punishing force like a raging torrential beast, crashing down.
The moment Nine Heaven’s Divine Thunder descended, it destroyed everything with irresistible force.
Huang Yue’s face paled, and she disappeared into the void.
Though she fled, the Prajna Venerable locked in a stalemate with Xu Zimei could not escape.
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