Master-Slaying Sacrifice

Wandering Lapis Lazuli Immortal stood dumbfounded, gripping his broken sword as he backed away. He stared blankly at Fan Lang, whose chest was stained with blood.

Fan Lang's wound bathed in red light and healed at a rapid pace.

Master and disciple in the past, bitter enemies now—they had turned against each other.

Wandering Lapis Lazuli Immortal had thought he could kill Fan Lang in one stroke, but he had never expected Fan Lang's vitality to be so tenacious. Even a sword through the heart could not kill him.

If Fan Lang did not die, things would become troublesome. It meant the two of them had to face each other head-on, and it was still unclear who would emerge victorious.

He had once stood above Fan Lang, but times had changed. This disciple had progressed at an astonishing rate and had already caught up to him.

Those who had done something shameful could hardly avoid feeling guilty.

Under Fan Lang's gaze, Wandering Lapis Lazuli Immortal was unsettled and at a loss.

Fan Lang extended both hands, gripping the hilts of the Dragon Scale Sword and the Divine Weapon. Mystic Power erupted from his body; his dantian revolved, his Acupoints roared, and Dao seals flickered.

"You forced me into this. Once the Light Attraction Grand Array reaches this stage, there is no turning back. If I don't kill you, the array will kill me. You drove me into a dead end, and you drove yourself into one too!" Fan Lang's voice thundered as he vented his emotions.

"You... how did you know the secret of the Light Attraction Grand Array? I never told you about that restriction." Wandering Lapis Lazuli Immortal asked in shock.

"There's much more that I know. I know that when you first took me as your disciple,