Your Soul Has a Crack-I'll Deliver the Finishing Blow!
His Martial Emperor Realm was forcibly constructed using Evil Method techniques, its foundation unstable, and his soul also had cracks.
"What if we don't attack his body—but attack his soul?"
My Sea of Consciousness was in turmoil.
[Thunder Emperor Divine Seat]: (Yawns) Finally, it's my turn?
Su Zhan straightened up from the pillar in the palace.
Seventy percent of the ribs have healed. The repair speed of the Ancient Life Tree is more than twice as fast as before after evolving in the Principle Tempering Chamber.
The Sect Master walked ten feet away and stopped.
"You can still stand?" There was a hint of admiration in his tone. "That finger strike I just delivered would have turned an ordinary Martial King Fifth Layer into a pile of minced meat if they had tried to receive it."
"Your recovery ability is also unusual. Is your bone already growing?"
Su Zhan stretched his arms.
"Almost done."
"Then let's do it again." The Sect Master raised his hand.
This time it's not just one finger.
It's the entire palm.
Black Devil Qi condensed in his palm into a curved blade two zhang long. Dark red patterns flowed along the blade, each pattern a projection of a Principle.
Everyone in the Cultivation Method Chat Group gasped at the same time.
This is Principle Weapon at the Martial Emperor level.
With a single strike, even all of Su Zhan's current defenses combined couldn't withstand it.
What should we do?
Su Zhan's answer was to put his hands together in prayer.
Then open your eyes.
There was a purple-gold light in his eyes.
It's not the purple-gold of the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning.
It is the purple-gold of the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat.
"Old man, catch it." Su Zhan's mouth was saying, but the voice wasn't his own.
The voice carried the majesty of High Antiquity emperor—it was the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat speaking through his mouth.
At the very instant the Sect Master's scimitar slashed down—
Su Zhan spread his hands apart.
A purple-gold orb of light floated up in his palm.
The sphere of light was small, only about the size of an egg.
But the aura emanating from that ball of light caused the Sect Master's scimitar to pause for a moment.
It only lasted for less than half a breath.
But that's enough.
Su Zhan pushed his hands forward.
The ball of light did not fly towards the Sect Master's body.
Instead, it flew towards his brow.
This ball of light is not intended to attack the physical body.
It attacks the soul.
The purplish-gold sphere of light encountered numerous obstacles on its path as it entered the Sect Master's brow.
The Floor 1 – the Sect Master's Law Power protecting him. Black Devil Qi condensed into a barrier, blocking his face.
The ball of light tore it apart.
It only took a breath.
The second layer is the Sect Master leader's instinctive will to block the attack. This is the mental barrier of the Martial Emperor Realm cultivator, strong enough to withstand the vast majority of mental attacks.
The light sphere slowed down.
It collided with the barrier's surface three times, each time blasting out a shower of purplish-gold sparks.
After the third collision—the barrier didn't break.
But it cracked.
The location of the crack was exactly the area corresponding to the crack in the Sect Master's soul, as recorded by Su Zhan during his Soul Search.
The ball of light from the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat wasn't brute force. It was "precision-guided," using information about the wounds obtained through Soul Search to specifically target the weakest point in the Sect Master's soul.
Ah--!
For the first time, the Sect Master let out a sound of pain.
His scimitar went astray.
The fatal blow that was originally aimed at Su Zhan's head was deflected by nearly a foot, grazing past Su Zhan's shoulder and striking the ground behind him.
A thirty-zhang-long crack was cleaved in the ground. A large amount of liquid Devil Qi on both sides of the crack evaporated with a "whoosh".
Su Zhan did not waste this opportunity.
He extended two fingers of his right hand and pressed them against his temple.
The purple-gold light of the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat burst forth from between his brows—no longer a sphere of light, but a continuous stream of light.
The beam of light shot towards the Sect Master.
The Sect Master slammed his left hand on his forehead, and black Devil Qi condensed into layers of protection between his brows, attempting to block the stream of light.
However, light does not flow in a straight line.
It spun around in the air and circled around to the back of the Sect Master's head.
The Sect Master blocked with his backhand—but the stream of light changed direction again, passing by from the side.
The Thunder Emperor Divine Seat's Divine Soul Attack has an extremely abnormal characteristic: once it locks onto a target's soul rift, it will automatically find the shortest path to reach the rift, just like water.