And An Jing, with the visual power capable of penetrating union skills, also possesses the brute force to subdue these casters.
Facing the rapidly incoming myriad of Art of Magic, he neither dodged nor avoided; his right hand made a gripping motion in the air, and the Life-taking Sword condensed into existence.
Streaks of silver brilliance flared up, and the sleek alloy longsword swept through the air, trailing behind it paths that were almost tangible. The Swords Qi forged by the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban and the Coalescing Qi into Soldiers was invincible and impervious to all methods. It whirled through the air leaving behind light traces, preventing all Skills from coming within several meters in front of him!
Blazing flames surged forward, only to be shredded by the dense Sword Light; thunderous blasts came thundering down, only to be steered by the ’Five Soldiers True Thunder’ method onto the Life-taking Sword and shattered by an even stronger and more solid Metal Thunder; the dust, mud, and boulders aggregated by Earth System Art of Magic were effortlessly smashed and blown away, and the imbued sword even emanated high-speed vibrations and golden Thunder Light.
It cleaved through rock and boulders as easily as slicing through butter, occasionally sparking red flames; those were somewhat akin to the Phonon Blade held by Meng Ang.
Everyone saw it; around An Jing seemed to appear a silver curtain of light. Countless flower-like Art of Magic flames and disintegrating traces bloomed in the air, like water droplets falling on a calm lake’s surface, or like sparks blown from a forge, resplendent beyond measure.
All Night Niche Gang armed members who witnessed this scene were shocked to their core, which then turned into sheer horror, and the Second Master, Hun Hui, nearly stopped breathing: "Using a sword to cut through Art of Magic? Striking the Spiritual Fiend’s vital nodes with each blow? Such dynamic vision and power..."
Is this the power of a fully grown Heavenly Spiritual Root? The natural talent they had always been yearning for, seeking to obtain...
It’s over, a Cultivator of this level is absolutely not something our gang can withstand!
As this thought arose in everyone’s minds, just as a portion of the Night Niche Gang’s armed members was about to turn tail and run, suddenly, from the shadow behind An Jing, a dark figure materialized.
Shadow Evil lurks and hides in the Dark Niche, waiting for the best moment. Finally deeming it has come, it burst out instantaneously, wielding a long spike blazing with black Void Fire, thrusting straight toward An Jing’s lower back!
The sound of metal collision rang out; the long spike, indeed meant for piercing armor and points, broke through the defense, stabbing into An Jing’s Flesh and Blood with the black Void Fire.
But An Jing showed no reaction whatsoever; he turned his head, looking at the Dark Niche who first displayed a cruel smile, then his expression gradually turning into confusion, and finally horror.
"Haven’t you learned your lesson? " he said: "Don’t use metal against me."
It wasn’t penetration, but rather absorption — the moment the armor-penetrating spike made contact with An Jing’s body, the Bright Spirit Law Prohibition within his flesh started to rapidly operate, latching onto the spike and then breaking it down, refining it, and absorbing it at an incredible speed.
The only thing causing An Jing harm was the black Void Fire.
This was a peculiar kind of Shadow Evil, capable of plundering other Spiritual Fiends for its own use, infusing other Spiritual Fiends to influence the sensitivity with which others control their Art of Magic, even achieving effects such as ’Possession Control’ and ’Shadow Killing’ to silently shatter an opponent’s meridians and internal organs.
However, just now, Dark Niche, who intended to disrupt An Jing’s meridians and internal organs with the Void Fire, discovered something.
——Why are these damned things even harder than my methods?!
Of course they are. It wasn’t just the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban, there was also the enhancement of the Imperial Heaven and Houtu Method. After all, An Jing was a Martial Artist, accustomed to flesh-and-blood fights with others; it’s quite common for him to shatter meridians and internal organs. It wasn’t just that Dark Niche failed to interfere, even if he had succeeded, it wouldn’t be considered a light injury. If he doesn’t take medicine quickly, it would heal on its own.
Feeling something was amiss, Dark Niche immediately leaped back, the entire person once more blending into the shadows, attempting to disappear.
But it was at this moment, he heard an immensely heavy heartbeat, and Dark Niche saw An Jing turned around, disregarding the gradually thinning Art of Magic at another side, he directly faced him.
Then, he gripped his long sword.
Within that youthful, robust body surged immense strength, An Jing’s skin rapidly reddened, and the sound of moving bones and tendons like popping beans sounded out. One could hear that the thunderous heartbeat was like beating drums, echoing through the underground base, even drowning out the roaring of Art of Magic.
An Jing, running the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban and Returning Flame Soil at full strength, took a deep breath, then exhaled a scorching white breath: "Die."
He swung his sword toward where Dark Niche was.
Withered Glory Explosion Sword!
The Returning Flame Soil’s power, already concentrated due to the outburst, gathered and focused into one, transforming Blinking Life’s edge into an extremely sharp Blast Sword Qi. It was a strike delivered after, yet arriving before, the predecessors; the sheer Sword Qi causing the surrounding air to heat up and expand explosively. However, this explosive outflow was also influenced by the True Intent of Taibai concealed beneath the Returning Flame Soil, all converging along the trajectory of this one sword strike.
Amidst continuous explosions and contractions, the terrifying destructive power was enough to shatter all defenses and bodies.
If the shadow escaped into the earth and stone, then blast the earth and stone; if the shadow escaped into the walls, then blast the walls; if the shadow attempted to escape as a faint trace in the air and dust, then involve all the dust to ignite and turn into fierce sparks!
The subsequent explosive shockwaves from the Blast Sword radiated outward, their aftershocks blowing away the Art of Magic aimed at An Jing.
An Jing abruptly turned his head, looking at all the Night Niche Gang’s armed members who, without realizing it, had stopped their attacks and were trembling in fear.