Incomplete Martial Dao Primordial Spirit
The enormous, pitch-black humanoid figure crashed to the ground, cracking countless rocks and soil. The resentment and malevolent energy filled Xiao Leng's flesh and blood, causing his power to increase exponentially.
With his dark, gleaming muscles bulging, Xiao Leng threw a punch at Zhao Yifan. The terrifying force was such that if Zhao Yifan were hit, he would likely be instantly turned into mincemeat.
Zhao Yifan became interested, black energy emanating from his body, forming patches of pitch-black scales. The Red Gauze Sword in his hand shone with fire, emitting dazzling flames. He did not dodge Xiao Leng's fists, and the scorching blade sliced across Xiao Leng's dark and tough flesh, leaving wounds.
However, the next moment, all those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Xiao Leng frantically hammered at the constantly jumping Zhao Yifan, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Ghostly shadows of resentment and evil energy were constantly being sucked into Xiao Leng's body from the ground.
Zhao Yifan sneered, holding the Red Gauze Sword in one hand. He didn't know any swordsmanship, and the Red Gauze Sword wasn't a top-tier spiritual weapon. For many years, as the young master of the Black Heaven Hall, he had plenty of spiritual weapons to choose from, but he still wielded the Red Gauze Sword.
He never practiced any sword techniques, yet countless people died by his sword. For him, the Red Gauze Sword was never just a sword; it was also his unwavering belief in never giving up. He had lost to Li You with the Red Gauze Sword, and he would remember that he would never lose to anyone with the Red Gauze Sword again in this lifetime.
Xiao Leng's massive fist pierced through Zhao Yifan's body, only to find that Zhao Yifan shattered like a bubble. The opponent's figure had appeared behind Xiao Leng at some point, and the flames on the sword, which had originally been reddish-black, gradually Solidification.
The flames of the Destruction Hall release high temperatures, burning and Destruction everything, while the flames of the Wrath Hall absorb heat, turning external things into their own fuel. The two flames are used simultaneously and maintained in a balance, creating the peculiar sight of the flames Solidification on the sword blade.
"Twin Flow Swallows!" The name of the move was whispered everywhere. The next moment, everyone's vision was taken away, leaving only two flashes of black light. Perhaps it wasn't that their vision was taken away, but rather that the two lights were too dazzling, obscuring all other colors.
In a flash, two intersecting wounds appeared on Xiao Leng's body, cutting him into four pieces. On those wounds, there was a layer of Solidification black flames, as if they were about to erupt at any moment.
Xiao Leng's physical body had an exceptionally terrifying self-healing ability. The crisscrossing wound healed quickly, leaving only a scar. However, the dark solid flames were also encased within it.
"As expected, your current physical abilities have all been developed through external forces, making them extremely rigid and sluggish. You can't even fully control them yourself, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to engulf my flames."
"Those flames can only be dispelled using the unique techniques of my Black Heaven Hall. Otherwise, as soon as I activate the incantation, they will explode directly inside your body, and the power will be enough to pulverize you to pieces," Zhao Yifan said coldly.
"What, are you asking me to admit defeat? I, Xiao Leng, never admit defeat." The scars on Xiao Leng's body trembled incessantly. He seemed to have rediscovered some of the crazy training and fighting feeling he once had, the feeling of sacrificing his life for his goal.
"There's another piece of news," Zhao Yifan said with a maniacal smile, holding the Red Gauze Sword in one hand. "Your Xiao Clan is also on the territory of the Black Heaven Hall. Before coming here, I had already sent people to your Xiao Clan."
"Damn it, are you trying to threaten me with the Xiao Clan?" Xiao Leng was furious. The resentment and evil aura on his body combined with his own internal energy to entwine his body. Even his face had a blue-faced and fanged appearance. He looked like a demon king from hell.
"I am threatening you, but it's not what you think," Zhao Yifan laughed freely. "I was worried this fight would be too boring, so I made some preparations beforehand."
"Although I wasn't certain you'd be my opponent beforehand, opportunity always favors the prepared." Zhao Yifan's words were full of malice. "I'm not asking you to admit defeat, but I'm afraid you'll become so engrossed in your so-called family that you'll forget how to fight."
"If that's the case, then defeat me. Beat me unconscious, kill me, take my life, and I won't have the chance to give the order."
"Otherwise, if you lose, I will immediately notify the men I sent to raze the so-called Xiao Clan to the ground and exterminate them all. I mean what I say," Zhao Yifan said maliciously. "At the same time, I will activate the incantation to detonate the flames within your body."
"How about it? Under the pressure of life, family, victory and defeat, unleash all your restraints, unleash all your fighting power, and make this battle a little more interesting." Zhao Yifan looked at Xiao Leng. If, under this pressure, the other party still couldn't truly let go and fight him to the death, then such an opponent might as well just die.
Xiao Leng looked at Zhao Yifan opposite him, feeling the gradually rekindling passion within him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened Zhao Yifan, and coldly said, "Since that's the case, let's settle this with one move."
Between heaven and earth, countless ghostly figures emerged from all directions. Chi Baishu's title in this world was Ghostly Fiend. In fact, his most proficient method was precisely to utilize these resentful and malevolent energies.
The ancestor residing in Xiao Leng's pendant was actually a Celestial Martial Artist from the Xiao Clan hundreds of years ago. At that time, the Xiao Clan ancestor touched the threshold of breaking through to the Mythical Martial Artist level. Although he recognized the difficulty of the breakthrough, the Xiao Clan ancestor, unwilling to remain a Celestial Martial Artist for the rest of his life, chose to break through.
Based on Lu Li's speculation, the Xiao Clan family patriarch, according to his own artistic conception, unleashed all his physical energy, inner strength, spirit, and will, forming a mixed energy, attempting to create a martial arts life based on his artistic conception.
Unfortunately, this method was really terrible. During the transformation process, the artistic conception could not be maintained and was about to collapse. As a last resort, he could only channel all his mixed energy into a pendant.
It can be said that the Xiao Clan patriarch has successfully transformed into a martial arts life form, forming a form similar to the martial arts primordial spirit that Lu Li had predicted. However, without a physical body to rely on, he was unable to unleash the true power of the martial arts primordial spirit.
Chi Baishu was skilled in ghost arts, so how could he not have discovered the existence of the Xiao Clan patriarch? It was precisely because of the existence of the Xiao Clan patriarch that he developed his own martial arts and passed them on to Xiao Leng.
Based on the experience of the Xiao Clan patriarch in breaking through to the mythical level, the group also developed a mythical-level martial arts technique. Countless vengeful ghost shadows were all Integration into Xiao Leng's body, and then, according to Xiao Leng's intent, a large amount of internal energy was injected.
A gigantic Hundred-Armed Evil Ghost appeared behind Xiao Leng. Lu Li's eyes lit up immediately. This move actually had some principles that he could learn from and use to improve his Black Heaven Fourth Volume. It could even be said that the Hundred-Armed Evil Ghost was an unstable mutated martial arts primordial spirit.
Xiao Leng looked at Zhao Yifan opposite him and roared angrily, Hundred-Armed Evil Ghost behind him also roared.
"Nether Thousand Souls Sacrifice!!!"
Fourth update. Many thanks to the generous donation of 10,000 coins from the great Shuoyue.