Big Spender

Xie Zhaoyang had been keeping an eye on Zhang Tao. When he saw that Zhang Tao hadn't run away but was instead charging toward the Rank 8 fighters, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He shouted, "Don't be reckless!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed all his blood energy and slashed one of the Rank 7 fighters in front of him, sending him flying. The other Rank 7 fighter saw how fierce Xie Zhaoyang was and didn't dare stop him. Xie Zhaoyang immediately shot forward, pursuing Zhang Tao.

"Holy crap!" Zhang Tao cried out. He couldn't believe Xie Zhaoyang had actually followed him, and shouted, "Brother Xie, don't come over! I know what I'm doing!"

Xie Zhaoyang froze. You know what you're doing? You don't know shit. Do you even understand the difference between Rank 8 and Rank 7?

Even at the peak of Rank 7, he wouldn't dare claim he could go toe-to-toe with a Rank 8 fighter. A powerful Rank 8 could kill him in less than two minutes.

Seeing Xie Zhaoyang coming after him, Zhang Tao felt helpless. Then an idea struck him. It might actually be tough to enter the Rank 8 area alone. If a Rank 8 fighter blocked his way, he might not be able to beat him.

"Brother Xie, take this. When that Rank 8 shows up, take him down!" Zhang Tao said, tossing over the God-Slaying Blade.

Xie Zhaoyang caught it instinctively, then quickly asked, "What the hell? Then what about you?"

Zhang Tao pulled his own Rank 7 Divine Weapon out of the Three Burner Gates. He'd been nurturing it for a while now. Surely, even a Rank 8 fighter would have to think twice after taking one of its blows.

"Big spender!" Xie Zhaoyang cursed under his breath. This guy had a ridiculous number of divine weapons.

Just then, the Rank 8 fighter flew toward them. Before he could say a word, Zhang Tao had already slashed at him. A streak of crimson light flashed out like lightning, tearing through the dark night sky. It blazed like a burning meteor streaking across the heavens, brimming with energy and passion—so dazzling that no one could look straight at it.

The light illuminated everything around them. It shone on the fighters' faces, revealing their expressions, and lit up the surrounding scenery for all to see.

The light was incredibly powerful. But when the Rank 8 expert saw it, he merely sneered and casually waved his hand. A golden barrier appeared before him, ready to block Zhang Tao's strike.

To him, it was all flash and no substance. He was Rank 8, a Golden Body Third Stage powerhouse. He could stand there and let Zhang Tao hack away, and Zhang Tao still might not break through his defenses.

But the golden barrier held for just one second before Zhang Tao's blade aura broke through it. The slash came right at the Rank 8 fighter's face, and panic flashed across his features. Still, as a Rank 8 veteran with years of combat experience, he had his skills. He immediately dodged, protecting his vital organs.

The blow slammed into his chest, exposing his Golden Bone and carving a wound so deep it nearly reached through him.

Zhang Tao didn't stop. He followed up with several more slashes, crimson light weaving together into a blood-red net. The attacks weren't as powerful as his first strike, but they were still boosted by his use of the Blood Blade Art.

Seeing this, Xie Zhaoyang swung the God-Slaying Blade without hesitation and joined the fight.

The Rank 8 Third Tempering fighter had just blocked Zhang Tao's attack and hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he saw Xie Zhaoyang's blade coming down. Xie's strike was completely restrained, and the man couldn't make out anything unusual about it, so he dismissed it and blocked with his arm.

The next instant, his arm was cleanly severed. Even Xie Zhaoyang was stunned. Was he really this strong? How had he never realized he could chop off a Rank 8 fighter's arm with one blow?

No, it wasn't him. It was the blade.

Hiss! Xie Zhaoyang sucked in a sharp breath. Where had Zhang Tao gotten this blade? No wonder the kid had been cutting through Rank 7 fighters like they were vegetables. Damn, with this blade, I could do the same!

"Ah!" The Rank 8 fighter roared. Intense golden light radiated from his entire body as Indestructible Substance surged out, forming a golden beam that he swung at them.

Zhang Tao hastily used his divine weapon to block. The moment it touched the golden light, a tremendous force slammed into him. It felt as if he'd been hit by a truck. He instantly spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

Xie Zhaoyang blocked as well, holding the God-Slaying Blade in front of him. When it collided with the golden light, a muffled impact rang out, and Xie staggered back a dozen steps—but that was all. After all, with the God-Slaying Blade in hand, he felt invincible.

Now in high spirits, Xie Zhaoyang charged forward without a second thought and swung again.

As a veteran Grandmaster, Xie Zhaoyang had far better control over his strength than Zhang Tao. He'd honed it little by little over the years. His strike showed no hint of its power from the outside, but the instant it made contact, it unleashed a devastating attack.

The Rank 8 fighter understood how dangerous it was now, having already paid with one arm. But Rank 8 was still Rank 8. Knowing there was something wrong with Xie Zhaoyang's blade, he didn't meet it head-on. Instead, he dodged while trying to kill Zhang Tao. After all, Zhang Tao was his real target.

Xie Zhaoyang wasn't about to let him get his way. As a veteran Grandmaster, he had no shortage of combat skills. Now that he had the God-Slaying Blade to help him, he had the Rank 8 fighter on the back foot.

Zhang Tao recovered a little. That golden flash had indeed been formidable—no wonder it was Destruction Power. Rank 8 fighters fought using Indestructible Substance. It was just that no one had learned how to cultivate spiritual power over the years, so they hadn't dared to use Indestructible Substance this way.

This Catacombs fighter clearly didn't care anymore.

"Let's see how much Indestructible Substance you've got!" Zhang Tao sneered. The Rank 7 Divine Weapon in his hand lit up again.

With Zhang Tao attacking from a distance, the Rank 8 Catacombs fighter was thrown into disarray. Every time he tried to attack Zhang Tao, Xie Zhaoyang intercepted him first, leaving him utterly frustrated.

"Hahaha, Brother Xie, cut him down!" Zhang Tao laughed. So what if he was Rank 8?

"Watch closely! This is my signature move!" Xie Zhaoyang laughed too. He felt the time was right. The Rank 8 fighter had already spent a lot of his Indestructible Substance. With a flash of his blade, a fierce tiger suddenly appeared, baring its fangs and claws as it charged at the Rank 8 fighter. A dazzling streak of light within the tiger instantly reached him.

After blocking the tiger, the Rank 8 fighter's mind went blank for a split second. The streak of light hidden within the tiger immediately struck him.

The Rank 8 fighter didn't even have time to scream before he was split in two.

"Damn! Brother Xie, how'd you pull that off?" Zhang Tao's eyes widened. He hadn't expected Xie Zhaoyang to have such a killer move.

It seemed like an attack that combined the mind and the body.