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"Seeking death!"

Blood and fire surged wildly, gathering and shifting into a grotesque giant eye that abruptly opened, locking firmly onto Ji Jue. In his fury, Mad Slaughter's Fiendified One tore through the air.

Wind Sweeping Away Clouds, Blazing Gale Sweep, Anticipate the Enemy's First Move—the techniques honed to perfection through who knew how many battles and slaughter, tempered a thousand times over, appeared as the power of three Blessings fused completely into this explosive strike.

The instant he drew his sword, he crossed the vast distance. Close at hand, he burned a gaping passage through the misty Curtain and slashed toward Ji Jue's head.

Then it stopped abruptly.

It halted before those two raised fingers.

As though Ji Jue had simply been waiting there for him to deliver himself, he casually pinched the violent slash capable of splitting mountains and severing rivers.

It could advance no farther.

"Who?"

Ji Jue glanced at that livid face. "You?"

Boom.

Beneath those two fingers, the Fierce Sword—passed down for centuries and strengthened through who knew how many rounds of Battle Hardened Tempering—suddenly wailed. Cracks spread across it, and countless shards of iron burst outward like a torrential downpour.

Like a shotgun fired at point-blank range, amid the deafening blast, Mad Slaughter's Fiendified One was sent flying backward.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

"—Hum!"

Even earlier, at the very moment Blood Eye charged forward, a thunderous boom like the tolling of a great bell had erupted within Ji Jue's consciousness and echoed through it!

Among the fallen figures, the gaunt man, mummified in appearance, suddenly widened his eyes and let out a howl—yet not a sound could be heard.

Because the sound echoed within Ji Jue's consciousness, spreading like a bomb and intensifying without end, interrupting thought and shaking the soul... as