Pangu chuckled. "That little trick won't work on me." Indeed, Pangu's body was incomparably tough; a minor wound could do nothing to him. His primordial spirit was tightly bound to his body and could not exist independently, so techniques that affected the spirit were useless too. Perhaps the only thing that could threaten Pangu was an endless barrage of attacks.
Pangu let out a thunderous shout and shot straight upward, his fists spinning like meteors as he struck away the countless sword auras, killing intent, and flashes of lightning.
As Pangu opened and closed his fists, ripples spread through the air, shattering the sword auras that filled the sky. His fists also whipped up such powerful gales that the Yin Clouds churned and the Black Mist drifted apart, unable to gather near him.
"Open!" Pangu roared. A force capable of opening the heavens and earth surged with his voice, sweeping the sword auras and killing intent attacking him up into the sky. Dao Lord Lu Ya and the others were buffeted until they staggered, and a flaw appeared in their sword formation.
Pangu drove one fist straight forward, his momentum declaring that none could stand against him. It struck the Immortal Ending Sword directly. Light blazed around the sword, but it still could not withstand this punch, which contained the Law of Strength.
With a mournful cry, the Immortal Ending Sword shuddered violently. The force of the blow continued onward, passing in full into the clone wielding it. Dao Lord Lu Ya had never trained his body; even he wouldn't dare take a punch from Pangu head-on, much less one of his clones. The clone instantly shattered, bursting into a shower of sparks. Its resident primordial spirit flew back to Dao Lord Lu Ya.
The loss of a clone dealt Dao Lord Lu Ya a serious blow. He hurriedly swung the Immortal Slaying Sword to protect himself. Their formation had fallen apart, and although the sword formation was broken, the four swords remained sharp and utterly indestructible. The Immortal Slaughtering Sword quivered, sending a streak of sword light across the sky.
The sword light trembled continuously, gradually splitting into seven streaks that lined up before Long Qiong. He swung his sword, and all seven streaks shot toward Pangu. One aimed straight for his brow, three for his chest, and the remaining three for his legs!
It was a surprise attack meant to turn defense into offense.
Pangu swung his fists, intending to break through them with sheer force. But the seven streaks of Sword Light were strange; they suddenly exploded, blocking the force of his fists. Though the Sword Light dispersed, the seven waves of killing intent remained, engulfing Pangu. A bone-deep chill, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, made him shiver.
The killing intent surged through Pangu like a galloping steed, trying to influence his mind. Pangu's Spiritual Sense circulated, forming a hand that seized the black killing intent and crushed it to pieces.
Great Immortal Yang Mei sent a message to Dao Lord Lu Ya. "Pangu was born with an incredibly powerful body. Your attack techniques might work on other Chaos Living Beings, but they're almost useless against him."
"What should I do?" Dao Lord Lu Ya asked.
"Use your strength to attack his weakness," Great Immortal Yang Mei replied.
Dao Lord Lu Ya murmured to himself, "My strength... What I'm best at is speed. Speed... Fast. In the martial world, nothing can overcome speed."
"I understand. As long as I'm fast—as long as I'm faster than Pangu's body can repair itself—I'll win."
Just then, a stifling aura suddenly appeared, catching Great Immortal Yang Mei completely off guard.
The phantom of a Nine-Headed Savage Lion appeared in the sky. Its long, pitch-black, snake-like tail lashed at the air. But the phantom monster seemed to have incurred Heaven's wrath: a vortex appeared out of nowhere and swallowed it.
"Old Yang Mei, you've made me suffer! You imprisoned my soul and refined my body. I swear by Heaven: I'll offer up my broken body to curse you to a miserable death. May you be smashed to pieces!"
Only Great Immortal Yang Mei could see the phantom in the sky and hear its voice.
An invisible force enveloped Great Immortal Yang Mei. His flesh and bones began to writhe rapidly, showing signs of tearing away from his body. He hurriedly formed a profound hand seal, reforging himself with the methods used to refine treasures so that he wouldn't split apart.
"It won't be that simple. Heh heh."
The invisible curse suddenly dispersed, then gathered above his head. This mass of cursed power drew a black pillar of light down from the depths of Chaos, spanning the heavens and earth.
An aura of destruction pressed down on Great Immortal Yang Mei. The black pillar of light spun around him, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to be drilled through, forming a deep crater as countless rocks were flung skyward.
A black vortex appeared in the sky, like a spinning galaxy, generating an enormous force of suction.
Standing on a cliff no more than a meter across, Great Immortal Yang Mei formed a hand seal and connected with this incomplete world, using its Heaven and Earth Power to resist the suction.
"I'll suppress you with the power of an entire world. Break!"
The world shook as if struck by a violent earthquake. The Earth Veins rose, and all the myriad things that had survived the heavenly tribulation withered. They gathered their vast power of life, sending a pillar of light soaring into the clouds and crashing toward the spinning black vortex.
But the white light and the vortex immediately locked in a stalemate.
Great Immortal Yang Mei spat out a mouthful of blood. "I offer my blood as a sacrifice to transform all things in heaven and earth." His Essence Blood quickly merged with the world. A surge of Blood Qi rose, nourishing the myriad living things that were nearly depleted.
The myriad living things gave off specks of starlight, converging within the white pillar of light. With this power added, the vortex finally stopped spinning and slowly faded into Chaos.
"Hahaha! I only sacrificed this broken body, and you had to use the power of an entire world! Hahaha! I'll do it again—let's see what you do then!"
"You won't get the chance."
"How did you find me? Impossible!"
"Damn you, old ghost! You've damaged my world all over again!"
Great Immortal Yang Mei cast a spell, trapping a black shadow that darted wildly from side to side.
"You're nothing but a fool who can't even take form. This world belongs to me. How could I not know where you are?"
The shadow shrieked, "I get it! You used the world's power just now not only to resist my curse, but also to find what was wrong with this world. Yes... I hate you!"
Great Immortal Yang Mei said grimly, "Too late. You wanted me smashed to pieces; now I'll make your soul scatter!"
"Explode!"
The binding around the black shadow immediately blazed with dazzling light, then burst apart.
The shadow was blown into countless pieces.
But it didn't disperse. The fragments gradually gathered back together.
"Hahaha! I'm immortal!" But a wave of weakness washed over him.
"Then let's see."
Seeing that things were going badly, the shadow immediately hid. After all, the continent had been refined from his own body, so it still resonated with his soul. He could use his supreme escape technique to vanish in an instant.
Great Immortal Yang Mei said bitterly, "You won't escape."
"If you hadn't refined my body, my Soul Law wouldn't have been useless against you, you old willow tree! I wouldn't have ended up like this. You rotten-hearted willow tree, you heartless piece of rotten wood!"
Great Immortal Yang Mei said, "You brought this on yourself. Evil deeds invite ruin. If you hadn't tried to devour Daoist Lu Ya's body back then, why would I have stepped in to subdue you?"
"What a load of excuses! You just wanted to perfect your broken world and steal my Soul Law. Do you think a heartless piece of rotten wood like you can create a soul? You're not worthy! Hahaha! Only a genius like me could do that. But you destroyed my body long ago. Fortunately, my soul was strong enough to cultivate a ghost body, or I'd have died ages ago."
"If my body still existed, I'd only have to sacrifice one of my heads for the Great Dao to reduce you to dust."
"Don't even think you can use Spiritual Sense to find me. You can come and go freely in this world, and so can I."
Great Immortal Yang Mei said furiously, "Damn it, I've wasted too much time on you. If anything happens to my friend Lu Ya, I'll hold you responsible." With that, he hurried away.
Dao Lord Lu Ya's speed was truly peerless. He withdrew his clone and wielded the sharpest of the four swords, the Immortal Slaying Sword. He attacked at incredible speed, using no techniques—just slash after slash, hacking, chopping, thrusting, and sweeping, giving Pangu no chance to rest or counterattack. Every time Pangu tried to use a technique, Lu Ya interrupted him with his speed. Even when Pangu struck back with his crude axe, he couldn't touch so much as Lu Ya's shadow. It was a thoroughly humiliating predicament.
Dao Lord Lu Ya was ruthless too. Sometimes, to land a few extra blows, he attacked the same spot again and again, determined to hack off both of Pangu's arms. Of course, he also took several punches from Pangu in the process.
Pangu was incredibly frustrated. He could only see Lu Ya's shadow flickering all around him, and even when Pangu managed to land a few punches, Lu Ya had let him hit on purpose.
"Aaargh!"
His roar was full of frustration, resentment, and pain.
The Great Dao was impartial. Whenever one law appeared, another arose to counter it. The Law of Speed left Pangu with nowhere to use his strength and no way to unleash his power; all he could do was take a beating.
Even Xuanhuang, watching from the sidelines, felt uneasy. At this rate, Pangu would definitely fall beneath Lu Ya's sword. Pangu was completely suppressed. If he had the Chaos Green Lotus, with its unparalleled defensive power, he might not be in such a sorry state.
The Exquisite Pagoda trembled, releasing countless wisps of Xuanhuang Qi. In an instant, it floated above Pangu's head, and the Xuanhuang Qi blocked Dao Lord Lu Ya's sword aura.
When Dao Lord Lu Ya's Immortal Slaying Sword pierced the Xuanhuang Qi, it was like plunging into the softest cotton. Much of its sharpness was immediately blunted, buying Pangu a brief opening.
A fist—an enormous fist—smashed toward his Immortal Slaying Sword. A tremendous force slammed into Lu Ya, and the web between his thumb and forefinger split open.
Dao Lord Lu Ya knew how powerful that fist was and hurriedly let go of the Immortal Slaying Sword.
He dodged. Now it was Dao Lord Lu Ya's turn to suffer in silence. Pangu had clearly practiced a speed technique too. He wasn't as skilled as Lu Ya, but the force behind Pangu's fists was more than Lu Ya could withstand. Dodge—he could only dodge.
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