“The array’s been hijacked, now it’s attacking us…” a Ninth Turn powerhouse said urgently, unable to activate the array and instead facing its entrapment assault.
“Forget it, focus on him together,” the towering cultivator rasped, inwardly scoffing. Everyone knew Lan Xiaobu had seized Jiu Shuo Void City’s entrapment array, only an idiot would waste time trying to use it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! The eight Ninth Turn Sages’ attacks slammed into Lan Xiaobu’s protective array. Though forged from ruleless flags and surpassing a ninth-level divine array, it was hastily made. Against their combined onslaught, it tore apart in one hit, Lan Xiaobu spitting a stream of blood.
In that moment, he truly grasped why a drawn bow with no arrow loosed held the greatest threat. His entrapment array, unactivated, posed a bigger danger to these eight than it did now.
Once triggered, its spatial dislocation blades rained down, forcing the eight to expend effort coping, yet they could still attack him together.
Then it hit him, what if he focused the array’s killing force on just one? Could he take one down fast?
He quickly dismissed the thought. Without the array’s restraint, all eight could hit him full force. His goal was to eliminate as many Ninth Turn powerhouses as possible in the shortest time. Did he need the array to surprise-kill one?
With that, Lan Xiaobu lunged at the tallest Ninth Turn Sage.
Their first joint strike had made him spit blood, boosting the eight’s confidence, they’d finish him soon. The initial loss of one? A fluke from lack of caution.
Seeing Lan Xiaobu charge the tall Sage, the other seven counterattacked without hesitation. Even hampered by the array, they could sap over sixty percent of his focus.
The targeted Sage instantly deployed a defensive treasure. He’d block Lan Xiaobu while the others struck, perfect teamwork.
The Longevity Halberd whipped up a vortex of savage killing intent, its momentum suggesting it could rend Jiu Shuo Void City apart. That power made the tall Sage’s scalp tingle, he’d seen Lan Xiaobu obliterate Xing Mopo without even catching the technique. Now, facing this ferocity, any lapse could mirror her fate.
But something felt off. Despite the halberd’s awe-inspiring force, he sensed no lethal threat, what was this?
When he saw the halberd’s killing light veering further from him, dread sank in, he screamed, “No, he’s targeting you all…”
As he spoke, Lan Xiaobu’s domain and the halberd’s killing force surged toward the other seven.
The halberd’s war cries drowned out all resistance, their attacks faltering against its roaring tide. Worse, under Lan Xiaobu’s domain, their connection to the world’s rules blurred, weakening their strikes fast.
A disheveled Ninth Turn Sage sensed death looming first, roaring, “It’s not Lu Kuanping he’s after, it’s us…”
Clearly, the tall one was Lu Kuanping.
Before finishing, Lan Xiaobu’s tearing halberd force crushed him. He knew he couldn’t pull back his treasure to defend, that’d mean faster death.
To counter this kingly, terrifying halberd technique, only attack met attack, even if it ended in death, better than cowering.
His Sky Moon Shovel’s charm exploded, blasting void fissures like a staircase, each step amplifying its lethal momentum toward Lan Xiaobu.
Another white-faced Sage followed suit, knowing offense was their only shot. His Ancient Desolation Hook spun void whirlpools, complementing the shovel, one hitting Lan Xiaobu, the other eroding the halberd’s charm.
“Pfft! Pfft!” Thin blood mists sprayed from Lan Xiaobu as the shovel and hook tore into him.
Yet he seemed oblivious to the wounds, uncaring that unchecked, they’d shred him to bits. He didn’t dodge or block, his momentum only surging, the halberd’s killing rules nearly solidifying, climbing higher.
The shovel’s void fissures and hook’s whirlpools slowly buckled under the halberd’s relentless rise, its dominance growing.
“Crack!” When the first fissure step and whirlpool shattered under the halberd, its killing force peaked.
The other Sages’ techniques, facing this regal slaughter charm, retreated like subjects before a king, torn apart and devoured.
Even the shovel and hook’s charms were suppressed and consumed, the rest barely pressuring Lan Xiaobu.
“Bad, retreat…” a white-bearded elder shouted urgently, any later and it’d be too late.
All Ninth Turn Sages here, they didn’t need telling, retreat was obvious. Lan Xiaobu’s killing technique was too terrifying, once unleashed, even a renewed joint effort had to dodge this slaughter charm.
Too late.
“Pfft!” The first technique aimed at Lan Xiaobu ripped apart, blood bursting as the disheveled Sage wielding the shovel turned to mist without a sound, his soul shredded as it emerged.
The halberd swallowed the blood mist, its momentum soaring further.
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!” Three more blood bursts, the space turning crimson. A thousand miles of wind howled in blood-soaked robes, my halberd strikes with ten thousand kills!
As the halberd fell, it cleaved the fifth Sage and his treasure in two.
Boom! It crashed into the ground, tearing a ten-thousand丈 ravine through Jiu Shuo Void City’s streets. Lan Xiaobu, gripping the halberd, blood trickling from his mouth, stood like a king, staring down the last three.
The halberd’s edge still pierced shattered divine jade, its killing notes lingering.
“You…” Lu Kuanping gaped at Lan Xiaobu, he’d guessed his audacity meant strength, but this exceeded imagination.
Using the array to kill five Ninth Turn Sages in one go, how powerful was that?
It wasn’t over. Lan Xiaobu raised a hand, the Samsara Bridge slamming down like a billion-ton stele onto the ravaged street. Next, its Samsara Charm fused with the halberd’s fading killing aura, chilling the remaining three to the bone.
“Stop, we can talk…” Lu Kuanping got halfway through before Lan Xiaobu stepped across the void, the halberd unleashing billions of killing strikes at him.
The other two Sages abandoned their assault, fleeing as Lan Xiaobu struck their ally. He ignored them, the halberd’s killing rules crashing down.
Feeling Samsara runes lock him, Lu Kuanping screamed, “I’ll leave my soul imprint for you…”
Had he fought full force, he might’ve lasted a bit under Lan Xiaobu. But seeing five Sages fall to one halberd strike, plus that kingly, all-dominating blow, his courage shattered. A Ninth Turn Sage, stripped of bravery before such a foe, was just a lamb to slaughter.
“Pfft!”
Lan Xiaobu had barely unleashed the Samsara runes, their sound not yet formed, when the halberd blasted Lu Kuanping into the Samsara Bridge.
