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Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 146 - 103: Shatter the Witch Immortal Gods into Pieces! Thanks to the Gifts of Nature! (Subscribe Please)_2
Fan Wu held the body of the Witch Immortal aloft.
Without the slightest hesitation, he smashed it down towards the ground!
Bang!!!!
The ground beneath his feet trembled as the Witch Immortal’s body made intimate contact with the earth. A painfully familiar sensation assaulted him, causing the Witch Immortal’s eyes to bulge, almost bursting out of their sockets.
It was because the Witch Immortal had once again come into zero-distance intimate contact with the City God’s Command that Fan Wu had previously thrown on the ground!
It was this contact with the City God’s Command that inflicted upon him the deep, bone-piercing agony.
He wanted to struggle free from Fan Wu’s grasp, but Fan Wu had already lifted him up for the second time and then smashed him down again!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
The Witch Immortal could no longer hold back, letting out a series of miserable howls. He had never imagined that his descent to the mortal realm would result in such a predicament.
He had never imagined himself being so pathetic.
To be so miserably overpowered by a Taoist who didn’t even need to use mana was beyond belief—he was completely defenseless!
He didn’t know how many times he had been lifted, nor how many times he had been smashed down.
In a daze.
He noticed that the madman finally stopped smashing him against the ground. But before he could take a breath of relief, he realized he had been thrown into the air, his body suspended.
The next moment.
The blade of the Demon-slaying Sword turned into numerous sword shadows, the continuous sound of flesh and bone being torn apart filled his ears, engulfing the Witch Immortal’s body in a massive sword storm.
His body was like a lone boat upon the great sea.
Ruthlessly battered by the tempest.
The Witch Immortal felt the body his spirit had descended into being torn apart in the blink of an eye. As if each drop of blood within it was sending him signals of pain.
Especially the terrifying pain inflicted upon evil beings by the Demon-slaying Sword—it was not something the City God’s Command could match! The enduring and intense tearing pain caused the Witch Immortal’s consciousness to drift away.
Without realizing it, he incessantly let out miserable howls!
Yet these screams seemed not to come from his body, but rather from an even deeper level, from his soul or mind.
It sounded terrifying!
But what was truly frightening was not the Witch Immortal’s screams of agony but Fan Wu’s ferocious and brutal actions!
By comparison. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
The murderers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were far kinder than Fan Wu; at most, they would dismember corpses or sink them in water, while Fan Wu was about to grind the Witch Immortal’s descended body into minced meat!
Suddenly.
The storm of sword blades that raged like a sudden violent downpour ceased.
With quick reflexes, Fan Wu thrust his sword straight into the Witch Immortal’s forehead, the Demon-slaying Sword easily piercing through his skull.
The Witch Immortal’s head was suspended on the sword.
Crack—
A sound as if a glass object had shattered rang out faintly, and the Witch Immortal’s screams came to an abrupt halt at that instant.
A pile of flesh, cut into tiny pieces.
Fell to the ground.
[You have successfully killed "Descending Witch Immortal." Congratulations, you have obtained Free Attribute Points: 9.02!]
Fan Wu didn’t pay attention to the Free Attribute Points he received. When he thrust his sword into the Witch Immortal’s skull, he felt a strange sensation.
"The thing pierced by that sword just now seems to be more than just that head," Fan Wu narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself, "It seems... I also hit the descending spirit of the Witch Immortal."
The spirit of an unorthodox country Evil God, grazed by the Demon-slaying Sword of True Martial Great Emperor.
What would happen... Fan Wu was not entirely clear.
But he could vaguely guess.
That Witch Immortal...
Was probably suffering greatly.
"9.02 Free Attribute Points..." It was only then that Fan Wu shifted his attention to the Attribute Points, "As expected, it’s only such high-purity vile creatures that can let me gain so many Free Attribute Points in one go."
[Name: Fan Wu]
[Life: 100+]
[Power: 67.91+ (+20%) ]
[Skills: Star Lodging Sword Technique lv2 (0/100), Ghost-Killing Path lv1 (0/50)]
[Free Attribute Points: 26.02]
This was Fan Wu’s current personal attribute panel, where all his attributes were already quite high. The balance of Free Attribute Points had even reached 26.02 points this time!
This astonishing balance of Attribute Points...
Part of it was the result of Fan Wu saving and not using them earlier.
Part of it was provided by the Witch Immortal’s followers.
Part of it was provided by the descending Witch Immortal.
Fan Wu found that aside from The Great Revered One, he had gained another "good friend"!
The country Evil Gods of the Great Zhou Dynasty might just be that handful.
He, Fan Wu, had already offended two of them, and what’s more, their relationship was one of irreconcilable enmity.
A normal person might’ve panicked long ago.
If it had been the Fan Wu of before, he probably would have panicked too.
Unfortunately for the Evil Gods, the current Fan Wu didn’t mind how many country Evil Gods he had provoked. He even hoped for more enemies within his power range to come and bring him more Free Attribute Points!
As for now, the only attribute that was relatively weak might be Fan Wu’s [Life] attribute.
A mere 100 points in the [Life] attribute and 67.91 points in [Power]...
Didn’t really match up.
It seemed too imbalanced.
Too "deformed."
After some thought, the blink of an eye saw Fan Wu’s Free Attribute Points shrink from 26.02 to 10 points.
That’s because he had decided to use 16.02 points to add to his [Life] attribute, increasing his [Life] attribute value to 116.02 points.
Even though the [Life] attribute was still not very high, it was indeed growing.
The future looked promising!
The Demon-slaying Sword in Fan Wu’s hand did not stain with a single drop of the opponent’s blood, and he wasn’t sure if it was because the sword itself was mystical.







