It was midnight again—the hour for killing.
The middle-aged man was gaunt, his face frighteningly pale, his cheekbones high, and his nose hooked like an eagle's. His tiny eyes held an intimidating, vicious glint.
"Mu Jiuxiao of the Nine-Sword Living-Kill Society. Are you Xia Yitian?" The middle-aged man looked me up and down. After seeing my cultivation, the killing intent in his eyes unexpectedly eased.
"Blood Fiend Black Spirit Bone, when the horizontal sword runs red with blood—Heaven's Unity! Purgatory Sword Executioner!" I shouted coldly. I thrust out a red talisman, dropped to one knee, and quickly used the essence blood oozing from my fingertip to deepen the most crucial connecting incantation on it.
Mu Jiuxiao's expression changed at once. My conduct, which refused to follow any established pattern, enraged him completely. "Brat, you've got a few tricks!"
He drew his sword in a panic and hurriedly took up a stance, but Mu Jiuxiao was ultimately one step slower than me!
After chanting the spell, I retreated three steps and shouted, "Open!" The red talisman ahead shot forward like a blood arrow, pursuing Mu Jiuxiao!
Mu Jiuxiao did not understand what the red talisman did, but the power contained within it was terrifying. He could probably sense it himself!
The technique came from my grandmother's notes on comprehending ultimate moves after entering the Dao. These casual pointers had already surpassed the Dao arts of ordinary Dao-entry cultivators. It counted as the most formidable killing move among the four Dao lineages.
Given the capacity of one's own magical power, an ordinary mid-stage Dao-entry cultivator could never unleash an ultimate move with such overwhelming might. But I had combined five Dao lineages and possessed a body-tempering lineage like Nest Ancestor's, so I was different from the others.
"Divine bird takes flight. Yu