Chapter 86: Last Patriarch of the Wugui Sect
Chapter 86: Last Patriarch of the Wugui Sect
The Yanluo Patriarch’s spiritual pressure continued to rise, yet Lv Yang remained calm, knowing their conditions were nearly equal.
Without a physical body, only a soul remained. His opponent’s combat prowess relied entirely on the Status Rank granted by his Supreme Divine Ability—unstoppable against weaker foes, but vulnerable when facing an equal. The current stalemate existed purely because Lv Yang himself was in the same boat.
To cultivate the Corpse Liberation Immortal technique, his physical body remained in a state of “dying before transforming,” a condition only slightly superior to the Yanluo Patriarch’s. Yet he had come prepared.
“Nine Heavens Supreme Secret Demon Yin Thunder!”
The Yanluo Patriarch’s voice rang cold and sharp. With a seal, thunder erupted from the void, lightning splitting the sky as it struck downward. Lv Yang did not block. Instead, he silently activated his sword technique, conjuring a blade of light beneath his feet. Summoning the Blood Sun Sword Core, he teleported a hundred miles away, then split his essence into another sword light. Using the Divine Thunder Sword Art’s teleportation technique, he vanished.
Boom!
The thunder struck Vain Death City below, shattering entire districts, creating a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Yet not a single soul escaped—every essence had been obliterated.
“A soul-targeting thunder technique,” Lv Yang muttered. Thunder was the embodiment of celestial yang energy, but extremes birthed opposites. Excessive yin could also summon cataclysmic lightning. The Yanluo Patriarch’s Nine Heavens Supreme Secret Demon Yin Thunder was clearly such a technique. His opponent had seen through Lv Yang’s weakness, aiming to corrupt his soul. A direct hit would mean defeat.
Lv Yang scattered his sword lights in all directions.
“Sword Teleportation Art?” The Yanluo Patriarch sneered. “The Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion’s sword teleportation technique is indeed the fastest in the world, but all techniques have counters.”
“My Wugui Sect has clashed with them before. Do you think I wouldn’t know this?” He gestured, and countless Soulbound Wraiths surged forth, matching Lv Yang’s sword lights in number. Each wraith trailed a blade, mimicking its movements.
When Lv Yang attempted to escape via sword teleportation, the Yanluo Patriarch merely formed another seal and vanished, reappearing beside him.
As Lv Yang emerged from a sword light, the Soulbound Wraith beside it transformed into the Yanluo Patriarch himself.
Boom!
Another thunderbolt struck. At the last moment, Lv Yang waved the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, unleashing hundreds of Five Thunder Talismans. They ignited simultaneously, unleashing a blinding yang thunder that collided with the yin strike.
“Talismans?” The Yanluo Patriarch frowned but quickly regained composure. “Annoying, but how many do you have? It’s still a drop in the bucket.”
His words cut off abruptly.
Lv Yang unfurled the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner. A torrent of talismans erupted, filling the heavens. With the banner’s industrial-scale production and his mastery of Array Art—perfected to the Qi Gathering Stage’s seventh rank—he wove formations that manipulated the land’s power across a hundred-mile radius.
Formation runes flared around Vain Death City, light and fire dancing, wind and thunder roaring as they ensnared the city—and the Yanluo Patriarch—within the formation's core.
“You thought I came unprepared?” Lv Yang’s voice echoed.
Before arriving, he had laid this trap. Activating the Array Art unleashed overwhelming power. Once, a single Bloodwash Celestial River Sword Array Diagram had allowed him to challenge a Refining Qi Perfection expert at Qi Gathering Stage Eight. The Yanluo Patriarch understood its threat. He formed seals to escape, but Lv Yang’s sleeve flared.
“Trying to flee?”
The scattered sword lights returned, obliterating the Soulbound Wraiths outside the formation. Without them as conduits, the Yanluo Patriarch could no longer teleport.
Lv Yang formed another seal. The formation shifted, talismans vibrating as wind, thunder, fire, and water rained down. When the chaos cleared, the Yanluo Patriarch’s once-radiant soul was dimmed.
“Bravo, you young upstart!” The Yanluo Patriarch snarled, his hair wild, eyes cold. “I’d rather not reveal this, but it seems I have no choice.”
His spiritual pressure surged. The Xuanming Fugun Form behind him expanded, the Yanmo Hall materializing with eight additional thrones.
“Return!”
A ghostly voice echoed. Eight crimson lights, fleeing earlier, reversed course. Within them were the Tingyou Sect Elders, their faces twisted in terror. Lv Yang activated the formation to intercept, but the figures seemed to exist in another realm—untouchable, they reached the Yanluo Patriarch in an instant.
“Black Bai Wuchang, Wen Wu Panguan.”
“Ox-Head & Horse-Face, Day-Night Guardian Spirits.”
With each name, an elder took a throne. When all eight were seated—
Boom!
The Yanluo Patriarch merged with the Xuanming Fugun Form, ascending the Yanmo Hall’s main seat. The hall transformed, a thousand ghosts howling, as if the underworld itself had descended. The formation shattered.
Suddenly, a sword cry split the heavens.
A vast, irresistible spiritual pressure surged forth, conjuring a vision: a cliff stretching to the sky, a robed youth seated atop, sword in hand, facing north. He struck a single blow.
“The Wugui Sect’s master must die!”
Clang!
The vision vanished. A razor-sharp sword light pierced through—the Golden Core Sword Qi from the Secret Realm had awakened.
Now, Lv Yang understood.
The Yanluo Patriarch was the Last Patriarch of the Wugui Sect.
(End of Chapter)
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