"Everyone's destiny lies within the River of Destiny. The destinies of you nine were locked onto by me long ago!"
Lu Fang spoke as the River of Destiny beneath his feet surged and roiled.
This was not a River of Destiny condensed from destiny power, but a type of strange water with the destiny attribute—the legendary hundred-thousand-year strange water, the River of Destiny.
So long as he locked onto the divine souls of the nine of them and infused them into the River of Destiny, he could capture their destinies.
At this moment, Lu Fang floated within the River of Destiny like the ruler of the world.
"I'll hold him off. You all sever that River of Destiny!"
Jian Liuyang shouted, stamping his foot and transforming into a streak of sword light as he charged toward Lu Fang.
Lu Fang reached out and once again pulled a phantom from the River of Destiny. It looked exactly like Jian Liuyang, held a longsword in its hand, and slashed at the phantom.
Seeing this, Jian Liuyang erupted with Nirvana Qi, which enveloped his body, yet he still suffered a terrifying injury. It was as if he had truly been struck by a sword, and blood continuously flowed from his body.
However, Jian Liuyang activated his Nirvana Qi and forcibly endured the injury as he charged at Lu Fang.
Meanwhile, Gui Hai Tu Dao and the others rushed toward the River of Destiny at the same time, each unleashing powerful attacks upon it in an attempt to shatter it.
Yet when their attacks struck the River of Destiny, they vanished like clay oxen entering the sea, unable to shake it in the slightest.
"Before destiny, all of you are exceedingly insignificant!"
Lu Fang shook his head. Seeing Jian Liuyang charge at him, he