Published: February 24, 2025
“Brother Zhong is mighty, Brother Zhong will surely win...” At this moment, a disciple of the Huangfu Sacred Sect's shout suddenly came to an end, followed by a terrified scream, “Brother Zhong!”
At that moment, time seemed to freeze on Eternal Immortal Peak. As the disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect mocked, Zhong Han Tong’s long sword was about to strike Tuoba Zhantian’s neck when Tuoba Zhantian, like a ghost, vanished in an instant!
Immediately afterward, Zhong Han Tong remained in the posture of swinging his sword, quietly standing at the summit, his eyes wide open like bronze bells, reflecting three parts terror and seven parts unease!
“Ethereal Phantom Step!”
“Whoosh!”
Almost simultaneously, a ghostly figure materialized beside Xu Qi from a hundred feet away, as a beam of sword aura pierced through Xu Qi’s neck, spraying blood!
“Whoosh!”
In the next moment, the green shadow reappeared fifty feet away, transformed into Tuoba Zhantian clad in a green robe.
Tuoba Zhantian stood with his left hand behind his back, while drops of blood fell from the Flying Sword in his right hand!
“Ugh…” Xu Qi clutched his blood-spurting neck, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness, gasping for breath, and fell into a pool of blood.
At this moment, Zhong Han Tong, a hundred feet away from Xu Qi's corpse, had a thin red line appear around his neck, which quickly transformed into a trickle of blood, flowing from around his neck as his head slowly slipped off!
Due to Tuoba Zhantian’s previous speed and sword technique being too swift, Zhong Han Tong's head only now fell off!
“Thud!”
The headless corpse sprayed blood as it collapsed to the ground.
Tuoba Zhantian’s terrifying strength allowed him to simultaneously sever Zhong Han Tong’s head and then reappear a hundred feet away, piercing Xu Qi's throat with one sword stroke!
Two lethal strikes, two lives lost!
“Brother Tuoba is mighty!”
“Brother Tuoba, you are the strongest!”
“…”
The 199 disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect erupted in excited shouts.
In contrast, the disciples from the Huangfu Sacred Sect’s Artifact Lineage and Formation Lineage wept with red eyes.
Their emotions were complex, filled with unwillingness and disbelief, terror, and confusion!
The disciples of the Formation Lineage were unwilling and found it hard to believe that Xu Qi, the first expert of the Inner Sect’s Formation Lineage, ranked 50th on the Crouching Dragon Rankings, had no power to fight back against the equally great perfection of the fetal soul realm, Tuoba Zhantian, and was pierced through the throat to his death!
They were terrified by just how horrifying Tuoba Zhantian's strength truly was!
They were confused, wondering if their sect had truly fallen? Was it really no longer worthy of being called an ancient sect?
Otherwise, why would Tuoba Zhantian from the Eternal Immortal Sect, another ancient sect, easily kill two powerful figures on the Crouching Dragon Rankings?
“Brother Xu… Ugh…”
“Brother Zhong… Ugh…”
The disciples of the Formation and Artifact Lineages cried out.
At this moment, Gongsun Ruoxi looked at the body of Zhong Han Tong, who had pursued her for years, and couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness.
Although she didn’t like him, today he was very brave, standing his ground in the face of the enemy's provocation…
“What are you crying about? Everyone shut up!” Murong Shishi ordered the disciples of the Artifact Lineage to stop crying, her eyes already red.
It was incredibly challenging to cultivate a low-level grand artisan; she felt a pang in her heart looking at Zhong Han Tong’s headless corpse. The chief of the Immortal Sect’s Artifact Lineage felt similarly!
“Wipe away those tears for me!” The chief of the Inner Sect’s Formation Lineage, the Qiankun Daoist, shook with age, and uncontrollable sorrow surged in his heart.
This was because Xu Qi, who had died, was not only his direct disciple but also a genius disciple who had just been promoted to mid-tier grand array master!