Three Steps, Life and Death, Three Sentences

"This sword strike has affected our sense of time!"

The three most powerful figures on the ground reached this conclusion almost simultaneously.

The difference is that even though Zhang Mengxi and Victor reached this conclusion, they didn't have a solution for the time being.

They felt that neither their physical body nor their soul could move.

It seems as if the distance between one's thoughts and one's body and soul has been stretched extremely far.

An idea, if it is to be put into practice, seems to take a very long time to reach one's soul and one's body.

By then, I would probably be dead!

Only Sahong, his tiger-like eyes blazing with fury, suddenly twitched his right palm, as if it were the first movement of a fetus, as if a new life were sprouting.

His right palm, along with his right arm and entire body, almost sent him flying to the side to dodge the sword.

But he didn't actually fly out, because he realized that the sword wasn't aimed at him.

The red-glowing spirit flying in from the sky ahead was aiming its Sword Soul at Zhang Mengxi.

Even if Sahong could hide himself, there was no way he could take Zhang Mengxi with him.

He had already moved half a step to the side, then suddenly turned around and placed his right palm on Zhang Mengxi's back.

Zhang Mengxi, struck by this blow, suddenly clasped his hands together.

The crimson soul, like a shooting star, hurtled towards them, its sword shadow piercing through the air, only to be caught by Zhang Mengxi's palms.

However, it was no use.

As Zhang Mengxi gripped the sword, his two palms burst into flames.

The sword tip had already pierced his chest.

It only penetrated a tiny bit, but a rich, insane red light erupted from his body, radiating outwards from every pore of his body.

He became a more intense source of light than Chu Tianshu himself, illuminating the entire old factory area in an instant.

The shadows of all the factory buildings and chimneys were projected onto the ground with unparalleled clarity, elongated and thinned by the strong light.

The Ultimate Calamity Ash Spirit-Shocking Sword Manual": Phoenix Nirvana Sword Strike!!

This move not only uses the soul to unleash the sword with incredible speed, but it can also cause the enemy's mind and body to become disconnected.

Because of the accelerated sense of time in one's mind, everything around them seems to slow down, or even freeze. However, the body and soul cannot keep up with the speed of thought, leaving them helpless and waiting for death.

However, these are all effects inherited from the Death-Claiming Sword Technique, only the effects have become stronger. For example, when thoughts accelerate, the separation between the mind and body/soul becomes deeper.

The true essence of the sword technique lies in the "General Outline of Superior Methods," which elevates the entire set of swordplay into an ultimate form, resulting in a new effect: the transformation into flames.

When this sword strike was unleashed, it was within a range of sixty or seventy meters of the enemy.

Whether it is the intangible primordial energy that is not attached to anything, or the primordial energy that exists in physical matter, it will be ignited and transformed into extremely strong heat.

The invisible flames would move even faster than Chu Tianshu's soul, concentrating entirely within the enemy's body!

When this sword finally pierces the enemy...

Even the slightest contact would immediately ignite the internal and external heat.

Zhang Mengxi's eyes bulged as he stared incredulously at the enemy before him.

It was just one sword strike!!

According to Sahong, the fight between this man and Luo Sichao clearly took quite some time.

How come this time, with just one sword strike, I'm already on the verge of death?

Zhang Mengxi could no longer think; the brightness of his entire body increased once more, finally reaching its limit.

But after only a very brief moment, the internal heat exceeded its limit, causing the body to collapse into pieces of ashes that spread outwards.

Even the Evil Spirit within the flesh only let out a short, miserable howl before being destroyed in the intense light.

Boom!!!

Sahong's figure and Chu Tianshu's soul both flew backwards.

The more extreme the light, the shorter it is.

After reaching its peak, the intense light vanished in an instant, leaving only swirling currents of air surging wildly in all directions.

Under the clear blue sky, the environment of this old factory area wasn't exactly dark.

However, due to the extreme difference in brightness, when the bright light goes out, everything around us seems to dim by more than one level.

Even as the turbulent air currents whipped up broken grass, blew away gravel, and shattered the already damaged windows in the factory...

This makes the entire scene dynamic.

Victor still felt that way.

Everything around us had become like a faded old photograph.

"How dare you kill my friend?!"

Sahong's roar jolted Victor out of his daze.

His eyes flickered, and after noticing Chu Tianshu's soul flying backward, he turned in mid-air, spread his arms, and like a bird returning to the forest, accelerated his way into the mountains.

His eyes darted to the other side.

Sahong, his eyes blazing with rage, slammed his palm into the ground.

The ditches that were just dug were partially damaged due to Chu Tianshu's sword techniques.

In particular, the Spirit Blood within a 60-meter radius became like wastewater, dark and turbid.

However, when Sahong struck down with his palm, eight thin cracks appeared in the ground, leading to the surrounding ditches.

Dark purple flames surged rapidly from the cracks, spreading into the ditch.

The ditches, whether straight or winding, were ignited by flames and were about to close.

Victor sensed an extremely strong, twisting power brewing within this formation.

But just as the flames were about to die down, a figure carrying a gun rushed in.

"Slaying demons is a matter of course; what is there to be afraid of?"

The tip of the cold iron spear was driven diagonally into the ground. Yungu lowered his center of gravity and pushed the spear forward as if he were pushing an iron plow.

The gun barrel cleaved through the soil and severed the ditch.

When Yungu took a step, each step was a heavy stomp, pushing backward.

The ground within dozens of meters trembled from his movements, making his charge even more astonishing.

But this earth-shaking, all-out attack, momentum suddenly stopped when it reached Sahong.

Sahong's right hand remained on the ground, but he raised his left hand and pressed it against the gun barrel. His tiger-like eyes were fierce as he looked up.

"Victor, what are you waiting for?!"

Victor jolted, his top hat in hand, about to throw it, when he suddenly felt a sharp, needle-like pain in the left side of his neck. He involuntarily shrugged and turned his head to look.

Chu Tianshu's soul had returned to his body, and he took a big step out from the mountains and forests.

With just one step, he reached the top of the factory building in the distance, his gaze fixed on them.

"Victor, do you really want to be my enemy, abandon your career, your status, your Lineage, and fight me to the death?!"

Victor sensed the contempt and was furious.

Chu Tianshu took another step forward, his figure flashing as he closed the distance by over a hundred meters, landing on the edge of a factory rooftop, sword in his right hand, his eyes looking down.

There was no emotion in those eyes; the right eye suddenly turned dark, and in the depths of that darkness hung a jade pupil.

"Fool, are you really going to throw your life away for this demon?!"

Victor's eyes widened like a billiard ball, his jaw clenched.

When Chu Tianshu took his third step, the distance between the two had closed to about twenty meters.

Those eyes, the normal appearance of the left eye only amplified the horror of the right eye.

"Waste!!"

"You really dare to fight me?!"

Chu Tianshu's thoughts, seemingly conveyed through that gaze, created a bombardment effect in people's hearts and ears.

Victor's eyes trembled, his ears rang, and suddenly he let out a loud, almost broken cry, pulling a red cloak from his top hat.

With a roll of red cloth, his entire figure transformed into a wisp of red smoke, hurtling towards the sky with incredible speed.

BOOM!!

The long plume of smoke was still on the ground when the person was already hundreds of meters away.

Soaring straight into the sky, never to return.

This cloak carrying a person is unstoppable, and its speed far exceeds normal levels; it is probably one of Victor's trump cards.

But now he's using it to escape.

Even after witnessing that terrifying sword strike, he still thought that Chu Tianshu might have suffered considerable losses and might still be able to fight.

However, when Chu Tianshu actually walked towards him again, in three steps, three glances, three words...

Those weren't words spoken, but rather thoughts conveyed through the eyes.

The whole process was actually far less long than Victor had imagined.

In just a couple of fleeting moments.

Victor's thoughts were in complete disarray, with greed and anger suppressed to the lowest point.

The thought of escaping surged to its peak in an instant, causing all the magical artifacts on his body to respond accordingly.

Run! Run! Run!

The red smoke vanished and sped far away!

The moment Sahong saw this scene, he felt a surge of rage, his right hand leaving the ground and his left hand pushing his gun.

As Yungu's gun bent, Sahong attempted to use the momentum to propel himself away.

Unexpectedly, Yungu's spearhead rolled, and a Gang Qi, like a small dragon, shot out from the spearhead and wrapped around Sahong's wrist.

Chu Tianshu has already taken his fourth step.

In his gaze, there was no longer any Victor, only Sahong in front of him.

A flash of silver light pierced Sahong's face.

"Making allies with people like them is a recipe for disaster!"

(End of this chapter)