Chapter 1842: Strong People Speak with Strength

Elder Ning knew that these ghoul beasts recovered faster than immortals and absolutely could not be allowed to get up again, so he seized the opportunity to throw out a set of Immortal-Binding Ropes!

This item was very effective but required high accuracy. Previously, he had intended to snare these two creatures, but the ghost ape and the bat were incredibly fast. As soon as the Immortal-Binding Ropes were thrown, they were long gone. Why would they stay put for him to capture them?

Therefore, Elder Ning would not miss the excellent opportunity before him.

This time, the bat puppet truly couldn't evade. With a squeak, it was tightly bound!

Good, one down.

Elder Ning rejoiced. However, at the very moment he cast the ropes, a Black-Armored Army soldier also leaped forward, raising his saber.

Elder Ning paid it no mind, casually flicking his hand.

Among cultivators, these so-called "military elites" caused him less trouble than the grimace monkey.

This strike wasn't as powerful as his feather fan, but it easily sent the person sprawling.

In his haste, he also spared a glance for this fearless fool.

Full beard, a dull face.

The guards brought by He Xiao all looked very similar: sturdy build, dark skin, sharp eyes, and wolf-like ferocity.

Elder Ning was about to command the flying wheel to attack the ghost ape when he suddenly felt something was wrong:

Wait a moment, wasn't this person just blown away by the feather fan's strong wind?

He had landed, reduced to a bloody skeleton. How could he still be participating in the encirclement?

Oh no...

Elder Ning knew something was amiss. He changed his flick to a push, intending to shatter the man's internal organs.

But it was too late.

As soon as he turned his head, there was only a flash of brilliant silver light before his eyes.

His sect leader brother's Gou Mang Golden Sword was still shining in the sky, but at this instant, it was overshadowed.

It struck with the suddenness of a thunderclap.

Elder Ning's pupils honestly reflected the flowing light, like mercury spilling across the ground, or the first lightning bolt tearing through the deepest night.

Fierce, resolute, pure... ruthless!

Then, he also saw a point of vivid red on the blade.

Was that...?

Primal force?

Elder Ning didn't get an answer, because this flash of light sliced directly through his eyes.

With a single strike, half his head flew off!

With Elder Ning's abilities, he didn't even have time for his soul to self-detonate before he perished on the spot!

He died feeling incredibly wronged. If only he had discovered his opponent's disguise a second sooner, if only he hadn't used up all his protective artifacts in the previous series of battles, if only his spirit hadn't been so exhausted...

It was done. There were no "if onlys," only what was.

Xiao Wencheng turned his head, coincidentally witnessing this scene, and his eyes nearly burst open:

"Junior Brother Ning!"

Of his only two fellow junior disciples, one was now gone.

The Black-Armored Army soldier who had slain Elder Ning landed and stood proudly, golden blood dripping from his blade onto the ground.

His face had also changed: long eyebrows, bright eyes, and no beard.

After driving away the Blood Demon, he had used the mirage horn to transform himself into a Black-Armored Army soldier, blending in with the ranks to besiege Elder Ning.

An opportunity would surely arise, as long as he had patience.

The two elders of the Illusion Sect both thought he would flee the Divine Fire Barrier, because outside, he could use the Vast Origin Golden Mirror.

How could they have expected that He Lingchuan would not only not flee, but would also sneak back into the Black-Armored Army and suddenly launch a fatal attack!

What's so great about immortals? He could slay a Million-Wandering God in the mine last night, so naturally, he could kill an immortal by the lake today.

"He Xiao!" Xiao Wencheng spat the name through clenched teeth. Disregarding Granny Zhu before him, he pointed at He Xiao and commanded, "Go!"

Fuelled by Xiao Wencheng's fury, the Gou Mang Sword in the sky transformed into a golden bird, letting out a clear cry as it swooped directly towards He Lingchuan.

This was the divine sword's true form, the legendary Gou Mang Divine Bird that guarded the land of the rising sun.

Although it was just a fleeting glance, he saw clearly that He Xiao's strike that killed Elder Ning was incredibly swift and fierce, and a crimson light had emerged from the blade.

Primal force!

From ancient times to the present, Xiao Wencheng had participated in many battles and frequently dealt with primal force. When the Heavenly Palace contingent first entered the Inverted Sea, primal force was also relatively abundant, so he couldn't possibly be mistaken.

But how could primal force appear on He Xiao's body?

This was the Inverted Sea of the Immortal Venerable of a Thousand Illusions, not the human realm!

He Xiao had only brought a dozen or so people, unlike the Heavenly Palace which came with great fanfare.

By all logic, primal force should have absolutely nothing to do with him!

The ghost ape roared, suddenly throwing its purple-gold staff towards the flying Gou Mang Sword.

But the golden light surged. The two clashed in mid-air, creating a shower of sparks, after which the purple-gold staff was sent flying. The Gou Mang Divine Bird's original path remained unchanged, still charging towards He Lingchuan.

Its initial size was only that of a gyrfalcon, but it grew increasingly massive as it neared the ground, already resembling a fire phoenix. Wherever it passed, there was a sea of flames.

At this moment, even if He Lingchuan turned and fled, the divine sword would pursue him to the end.

Xiao Wencheng poured out all his immortal power, intending to intercept and kill him here.

He would absolutely not let this little scoundrel escape the barrier alive!

Watching the scorching golden light rush towards him, with half the sky ablaze, He Lingchuan showed no fear. Instead, he took two steps forward and flicked the Lifespan Saber with his middle finger.

"Clang—"

With a soft clang, the Resonant Dragon Armor seemed to respond to a summons, automatically covering his entire body. Each scale on the armor subtly expanded and contracted before returning to its original state, as if its true form had awakened and stretched. Then, it erupted with black flames over a foot long.

Within the black flames, countless shadowy figures clawed and writhed.

In a single turn, the usually amiable living person became the Great Emperor of the Nine Nethers.

To Xiao Wencheng's astonishment, the red light on the Lifespan Saber surged again, so dense it seemed substantial, as if coating the sharp blade with an ominous blood-red hue.

Heat like fire, viscosity like blood.

This was the primal force unique to the Tiger-Wing General of Soaring Dragon City, making its first public appearance since entering the Inverted Sea.

Just now, when slaying Elder Ning, He Lingchuan had used a clever trick, succeeding with a sneak attack.

But this time, facing Xiao Wencheng's Gou Mang Divine Sword directly, he intended to fight honorably!

A true strong person still needed to rely on their strength.

The Soul-Snatting Mirror exclaimed, "My goodness, are you really going to collide with it?"

He Lingchuan did not answer. The Soul-Snatting Mirror sighed twice, then dutifully activated its defense, coating its master with another thin, gentle layer of mirror light. Although it was inconspicuous beneath the black flames of the Resonant Dragon Armor, the Soul-Snatting Mirror's defensive power was no longer what it once was, especially with its nascent inner world acting like a sponge, capable of absorbing significant damage.

Immediately after, He Lingchuan gripped his saber with both hands and unleashed a straight-line slash at the incoming Gou Mang Golden Bird!

Others only saw a sea of golden and crimson light sweep past, carrying boundless flames, instantly engulfing He Lingchuan!

This was the true power a Grand Immortal of the Illusion Sect could unleash on their home ground.

Granny Zhu happened to turn around and witness this scene, her heart leaping to her throat.

He Lingchuan's progress always astonished her, but could he withstand an immortal's furious strike?

She immediately noticed that within the surging golden flames, black and red mists were rising, vaguely resembling dragons or snakes. Then, the golden light was split down the middle by something, like a torrent meeting a solid pillar in its path.