Killing Through

Son of Void was merely a shadow, seemingly truly formless—forever a mass of darkness, with no face, no expression, not even human.

There was no trace of Immortal Dao Law within his body. Neither human, ghost, god, nor demon, no one knew what kind of powerful monster he was.

Fang Xuan could not even sense the slightest emotional fluctuation from him.

Sure enough, no one called the Son of This or the Son of That is ordinary. This Son of Void is a true master, Fang Xuan thought.

Whoosh!

Son of Void suddenly vanished. The space before Fang Xuan tore open once more, and a Dark Sword Blade stabbed straight at his brow.

"Humph! Rats that lurk in the shadows will never see the sunlight, because the moment you do, it will be your death."

Fang Xuan stepped forward. With a shake of his left hand, he drew a circle representing origin. His right hand passed through the circle, tracing arcs like overlapping mountain peaks, representing creation.

Crack!

Fang Xuan struck that shadowy body and actually tore off one of its arms by force—the arm holding the sword. The blood-red immortal artifact sword dripped continuously with blood as it counterattacked Fang Xuan, only to be suppressed in a single grab.

Even after Fang Xuan tore off one of his arms, that shadow remained utterly calm. It seemed that the greater the danger he faced, the less emotion he displayed. With an explosive burst, his body transformed into countless shadows fleeing in every direction, each one comparable to a peak Divine Immortal.

Fang Xuan held the arm and the dripping sword as though he were gripping an Immortal Realm divine dragon. As he exerted all his strength to suppress them, a surge from the shadow still forced him to retreat.

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