Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 76 - 32: The Opponent

No bullets, still able to kill!

"Boom!"

The ground beneath Fang Zheng’s feet suddenly sank, and leveraging this, his whole body charged forward, skimming like a dragonfly touching water, with just a few flashes, he reached the Demoness’s presence.

In mid-air, the long saber at his waist was already unsheathed.

A cold gleam appeared in the arena.

"Die!"

He had seen many dead people and had taken lives with his own hands, but using the unborn fetus from someone’s belly for a refining technique truly challenged his moral bottom line.

As Zhang Mingrui said, such people have no humanity, and their deaths are not regrettable.

Demoness Qingxia was shot in the shoulder, Guardian Elder died on the spot, seeing the saber light approaching, she couldn’t help but scream fiercely:

"Yanghong!"

"Clang..."

The sound of sword crying echoed.

Yu Yanghong extended a hand, and a long sword that seemed merely decorative unsheathed with a clanging sound, its cold light surpassed the blade and pointed directly at Fang Zheng’s head.

The sound of sword singing was clear and long, yet not without a high pitch, like the solemn murderous sound of plucking guitar strings, causing Fang Zheng, who charged forward holding his saber, a chill in his heart.

There was no time to think more, he hurriedly swung the saber to the side.

"Clang..."

Sword and saber collided, Yu Yanghong withdrew his body, his strength slightly lacking.

But his movements were swift, retreating was also to better gather strength, his figure flashed, the long sword in his palm bloomed with cold light, enveloping a side.

"Ding ding clang clang..."

The rapid collision sound arose and then abruptly stopped.

Fang Zheng stepped back, glancing at the crack in the fabric at his waist, his expression became extremely grave.

"Good swordsmanship!"

"It’s the Guiding Sword." Du Qiaoyun flew up, her waist’s soft sword popped out, she lowered her voice:

"Be careful, this is the Pure Yang Palace’s secret sword technique!"

Pure Yang Palace?

Fang Zheng was startled, subconsciously looking back at Zhang Mingrui, Zhang Mingrui also looked dazed, utterly clueless on how to explain.

He really didn’t know how Yu Yanghong could wield the Guiding Sword.

Moreover...

The swordsmanship was so remarkable.

With the cultivation base of a First Blood Martial Artist, he forcefully pushed back the Second Blood Fang Zheng.

Even with Du Qiaoyun added, although retreating steadily, they could still rely on exquisite swordsmanship to firmly guard the magic altar, making it impossible for the two to charge through momentarily.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, disciple bows three times at the altar!"

Qingxia bore the intense shoulder pain, stepped forward towards the magic altar, picked up a majestic statue holding a sword from the altar, and urgently shouted:

"First invite the Divine Monarch into the soul, second invite the Sword God to possess, third grant invulnerability to blades and spears, as urgent as the order!"

"Go!"

She pinched the sword technique, pointing a finger towards Yu Yanghong.

"Swish!"

The mysterious spell of the White Lotus Sect, communicating with some entity in the unknown, descended a thought, integrating it into Yu Yanghong’s sea of consciousness.

In an instant.

Yu Yanghong’s expression changed.

The originally complex and variable gaze now transformed into ice-coldness, hiding a strong killing intent, like a sharp sword standing in the arena.

Clearly the person hadn’t transformed, yet causing Fang Zheng and Du Qiaoyun to instinctively halt.

Danger!

"It’s the Divine Descent Technique."

Zhang Mingrui warned urgently:

"Be careful!"

The Divine Descent Technique should be higher than Divine Strike and Divine Summoning Technique, Fang Zheng thought inwardly, his complexion already somewhat unpleasant.

Even when Yu Yanghong was untouched by the Demoness’s spell, he was already so troublesome, now it might be even worse.

"Stupid Daoist."

Qingxia bit her silver teeth:

"You better worry about yourself, without a magic altar, let’s see how you can fight me?"

"Northern Shadowfrost."

"Arise!"

"Woo..."

A cold wind suddenly rose in the arena, a Resentful Soul appeared out of thin air, its face fierce, holding a vegetable knife, roaring angrily and pouncing towards Zhang Mingrui.

Previously she nurtured five Resentful Souls, now only one remains.

However...

One is also enough!

A warlock without a magic altar is just an ordinary person, although there are those dual cultivating in magic and martial arts, unless exceptionally gifted, it’s hard to achieve in both areas.

"Who says I have no magic altar?"

Zhang Mingrui extended his hand, tore off the Daoist robe from his body, unfolded its inside, placed it on the ground, and stood upon it.

Inside the Daoist robe, using cinnabar to outline Yin Yang and Five Elements, it was clearly a simple magic altar.

"...Those cursed are destroyed, those cursed perish; Six Ding and Six Jia, protect me by my side."

"As urgent as the order!"

"The energy descends to Earth, resonates with sun and moon. Resembles mountains and rivers, drives thunder and power. The primal essence crushes evil, prosperity and auspiciousness... Watch my Spirit Sword Technique!"

A palm-sized peach wood sword flew from his hand, directly hitting the charging Resentful Soul, Supreme Yang energy erupted violently.

"Screech!"

The Resentful Soul screamed in agony, the invisible sound wave swept everywhere, causing Zhang Mingrui to give a muffled groan.

The importance of the magic altar to a warlock is undoubtedly critical, can greatly enhance the power of the spell, his temporary magic altar barely supported casting spells.

While the Demoness Qingxia’s magic altar was obviously well prepared.

’But the demoness is injured, her Qi and blood constantly draining, as long as I last long enough, she will eventually be weary too.’

’And I don’t lack trump cards.’

"Come, talisman!"

He yelled in a low voice, Zhang Mingrui reached out and picked up a piece of talisman paper, pointed like a sword.

On the other side.

Fang Zheng and Du Qiaoyun launched a fierce attack.

The Five-Element Saber of Xingyi, appearing crude yet refined, slashing, lifting, stabbing... The techniques are simple, yet fundamentally solid, the glow of the blade chilling to the heart.

Du Qiaoyun’s body was like a long snake, twisting mysteriously in her hands, combined with the Spirit Snake Step, it became exceedingly vicious.

But.

Holding the sword in hand, Yu Yanghong stood before them like a towering mountain, effortlessly swinging his longsword, forcing the two to retreat.

Where the sword tip pointed, it revealed weakness.

The high-pitched, melodious whistling became increasingly loud, like a phoenix’s song piercing through the skies, suppressing their breath.

In a daze.

Fang Zheng seemed to return to the time he first became Guo Ziran’s apprentice; though his opponent was aged and weak, he could easily defeat him.

No matter how much he resisted, it was useless.

Du Qiaoyun was the same.

She faced him like facing her father, each move adept, yet always found a flaw by the opponent.

If not for their teamwork, they would have been defeated long ago.

"No more!"

Fang Zheng launched two fierce strikes, then whispered:

"You hold him off for a moment, I’ll use the Evil-breaking Talisman against him."

The Evil-breaking Talisman could dispel the evil aura on others, and had a certain effect on the White Lotus Evil Technique as well.

"Alright!"

Du Qiaoyun bit her silver teeth, with a sharp cry from her lips, merging with her sword as she charged at Yu Yanghong, disregarding life and death; though a woman, her courage was no less than a man’s.

"Swoosh!"

Fang Zheng backed away, pulling out a Spirit Talisman from his body, using the right hand’s longsaber to cut the pad of his left finger, blood instantly covering the entire talisman paper.

For the talisman paper to work, mana was also needed.

Without mana, without a magic altar, one can also use living human blood essence to activate it.

He did not know how to make talismans yet, but he had money, buying several high-quality spirit talismans from Zhang Mingrui, crafted by masters of Pure Yang Palace.

Blood-stained spirit talisman.

Fang Zheng’s expression froze, eyes vacant, face bewildered.

What was the mantra again?

Damn!

Warlocks are really damn troublesome, even in a fight, they must concentrate, form seals, and recite incantations, key is, at such crucial times, his mind goes blank, remembering nothing.

I’ve bled!

My finger still hurts!

"Chant with me!"

Zhang Mingrui shouted:

"Heaven and Earth Profound Sect!"

Fang Zheng focused his spirit, whispering:

"Heaven and Earth Profound Sect!"

"Golden Light Talisman!"

"Golden Light Talisman!"

"Ghost Demon’s Courage Wanes!"

"Ghost Demon’s Courage Wanes!"

"Spirit Monster Destruction!"

"Spirit Monster Destruction!"

"Swiftly by decree!"

"Swiftly by decree!"

Two streams of light suddenly appeared in the shrine, one blasting towards the magic altar in the center, and the other striking Yu Yanghong, who wielded the sword.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound echoed.

The magic altar swayed slightly, then was stabilized by the demoness casting her spell, but Yu Yanghong’s expression changed drastically, his swordplay became disorganized, swiftly struck by both a saber and a sword.

"Puff!"

His heart was pierced by the longsaber, dazed, seemingly unaware of what transpired.

"Yanghong!"

Qingxia cried out, her expression suddenly changing, reaching for a token on the magic altar.

But...

It was already too late!

A surge of black smoke suddenly erupted from Sun Die’s corpse, condensing and piercing her heart.

"Puff!"

Heart trembled.

Qingxia slightly opened her small mouth, face filled with unwillingness.

Ultimately, she fell to the ground in despair, her beautiful body soon turning into a skeleton, her qi and blood rapidly draining, merging with the ghost that appeared unknowingly.

The ghost emanated thick black smoke, its long hair dancing wildly like furious serpents, its pitch-black eyes resembling a deep abyss, exuding an aura of total destruction enveloping its surroundings.

In its arms,

was an infant.

"Waa..."

The infant’s cry.

The large shrine suddenly felt like entering the biting cold of winter solstice, bone-chilling coldness seemed substantive.

"Ah!"

The ghost howled skyward, the magic altar beside it shattered, deep cracks appeared on the ground, the dome of the shrine wobbled, bricks and tiles crumbled altogether.

"Gulp..."

Fang Zheng’s throat moved, eyes showing fear, retreating behind Zhang Mingrui, softly saying:

"Daoist, you can protect us, right?"

"Heh..." Zhang Mingrui bitterly smiled:

"I can make sure our deaths aren’t too horrible."