NOVPUBWatching the mirror shatter, Ji Yunzhou’s expression turned somewhat awkward.
This was a Void Mirror, capable of projecting scenery from thousands of miles away into the mirror itself.
Xu Zimei gave him a strong sense of crisis, yet he was completely unable to see through the other party.
Ji Jiucheng was the most appropriate choice for the Imperial Dynasty in this era to contend for Destiny.
There could be no accidents in this matter, so he aimed to clear all obstacles from his path as much as possible.
For this reason, even at the risk of offending the True Martial Holy Sect, he had sent people to assassinate Xu Zimei.
But now, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
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Inside the Sunblaze Ancient Path, the face under the mask of the person in black couldn’t be seen.
Clad in black, their aura was somewhat cold and fierce.
"To die in agony while the music plays, your life will end accompanied by a mournful tune,"
the person in black slowly lifted the long flute in their hands and began to play.
The moment the flute’s sound rose again, Xu Zimei felt that something was wrong.
The sound of the flute carried a unique power, and Xu Zimei felt the spiritual energy within him begin to grow chaotic.
It surged violently, coursing through his veins and meridians as if it was about to burst his entire body open.
The flute’s sound possessed a different kind of magic power, along with the aura of the Divine Vein Realm.
His direct attack was like a storm of violent wind and rain. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Behind him, True Fate Emergence manifested, also a long flute made of condensed spiritual energy.
As the sound of the flute dispersed around him, the trees nearby couldn’t withstand the pressure.
They burst open directly from the center of their trunks.
In the distance, birds flying by exploded, with flesh and blood scattered everywhere.
The flute’s sound grew more and more impassioned, rising higher and freer.
Finally, when the sound of the flute surged towards Xu Zimei from all directions,
he felt his blood flow like a river in reverse, the blood vessels on the surface of his skin on the verge of bursting open.
He slightly lifted his head and smiled.
Slowly drawing the Tyrant Shadow from behind his back, he had fought against Divine Vein Realm experts before.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hands hummed softly.
Blade Intent burst forth from the Tyrant Shadow, and Xu Zimei rose into the air.
With both hands on the blade, he lifted it high above his head and forcefully slashed downwards.
The space around him split open, forming a path as a blade Qi that seemed like a heavenly moat "roared" down from above.
Witnessing this scene, the person in black neither dodged nor avoided, still seriously playing the long flute in their hands.
The sound of the flute seemed to condense into countless strands of Blade Intent, colliding with Xu Zimei’s blade Qi.
Another "boom" of an explosion rang out.
In the middle ground between the two, the earth beneath their feet cracked wide open.
The person in black glanced at Xu Zimei with some surprise.
They hadn’t expected the other party to dissolve their flute sound and still have the energy to counterattack.
"It seems, you are still far from enough!"
Xu Zimei closed his eyes slightly, with wisps of space power lingering around him.
He drew with his right hand in mid-air.
"Demonic Skills, the Illusory Demon Technique,"
It was his first time using a technique from this vein of skills.
As his right hand fell, the space in front of him seemed disordered.
It was as if nothing had changed, yet everything felt wrong.
As the person in black played the flute again, the sound emanating from around Xu Zimei as the center matched their melody.
The two sounds of the flute clashed, neither able to get the better of the other.
"Is it spatial folding, or what?" the person in black said with some gravity.
They looked at Xu Zimei, their hands placed on the space in front of them.
Even with the naked eye, the distance between the two was less than ten meters.
But he truly felt as if they existed in different dimensions.
He was somewhat incredulous.
Once again, he played the flute in his hand, this time producing a different tune.
Alas, no matter how he played, the same sound would come from the opposite side.
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"Your mastery over the way of space is so formidable," the man in black said gravely.
He knew that the space around him was like a mirror, folded upon itself.
No matter what kind of attack he launched, the same attack would be reflected from the other side.
Xu Zimei didn’t even need to lift a finger—this was one of the functions of the profound meaning of space.
But to achieve this, the understanding and application of space had to reach an almost unimaginable level.
After all, the sound of his flute was no ordinary attack; it was not so easily reflected.
Moreover, to break this move, one had to destroy the folded space with absolute strength.
The man in black had just tried and realized that he did not possess that kind of power.
At the very least, he would need to be at the Stepping into Immortality level, having opened the Ninth Vein Gate, to do so.
This also meant that Xu Zimei was already on invincible ground.
"No wonder you’re so overconfident," the man in black snorted coldly and spoke indifferently.
"You’re wrong, the power of space is not the reason why I’m overconfident," Xu Zimei said, shaking his head slightly.
With a wave of his hand, a different kind of current diffused from his right hand into the air.
The second Demonic Skill of the "Demonic Skills" ten forms, Plague Demon Technique!
This current resembled the breath of death, but the power contained within it was tens of thousands of times greater than that of the breath of death.
Because it could ignore all defenses and strength, directly stripping away life.
"What is this?" the man in black exclaimed in shock, wanting to escape.
But the space around was directly suppressed by Xu Zimei.
Just as he had broken free from the spatial restraint, he was struck in the back by the grey current.
It was only when the current hit him that the man in black’s face truly began to show panic.
The pure black mask on his face "cracked" in half from the middle.
What was revealed was a gloomy face.
This was a middle-aged man with very ordinary features, perhaps the kind you wouldn’t notice in a crowd.
"What have you done?" the man in black screamed in horror.
"You will find out soon," Xu Zimei replied with a light smile.
As the black current entered his body, the man in black’s entire body stiffened in place.
His complexion turned from normal to jaundiced, then to ashen.
Suddenly, the wrinkles on his face deepened, and his features slowly aged.
From a middle-aged man, he became an uncle, and before long, a decrepit old man.
"What’s happening to me?" the man in black yelled in terror.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"As the first person to die from this move, you should feel honored," Xu Zimei said indifferently, watching the series of changes.
The man in black’s skin grew worse, and his age advanced further.
His life force was rapidly being extracted.
In the end, his eyes dulled as he fell to the ground, turning into a motionless corpse.
Then the corpse decayed, leaving behind a pile of bones.
The bones dispersed, turning into bone ash scattering in the air.
"This move is truly tyrannical," Xu Zimei muttered to himself with some satisfaction.
Forcefully extracting life force, but with his current control and strength, it should be useless against someone at the Stepping into Immortality level.
He glanced back in the direction of the Phoenix Perching Empire and then once again mounted the Dark Heaven Tiger, heading towards Phoenix Heaven City.
