In the next moment, Yuan Minghui began chanting in a foreign language that Fang Yuan couldn't understand. His sclera gradually turned iron-gray, and his breath inexplicably carried a metallic scent.
"My lord, he seems to be scheming something. Should we rush up now?" Qi Yuan spoke nervously.
Naturally, he hoped Fang Yuan would win. After all, his constant back-and-forth meant that if Fang Yuan were killed by Yuan Minghui, he'd be next.
"Shut up," Fang Yuan coldly uttered two words, and Qi Yuan immediately fell silent. A trace of gloom flashed across his lowered gaze. Who was this young man? He didn't remember such a person in the Zhenfu Division.
Moreover, this boy seemed insane, insisting on waiting for the enemy to break through...
While thinking, Yuan Minghui's chanting suddenly stopped. Qi Yuan looked up in confusion, only to see Yuan Minghui raise his right hand, then with a puff, he stabbed it into his own back!
Blood splattered!
Qi Yuan's eyes widened. Before he could figure out what Yuan Minghui was up to, he saw Yuan Minghui actually pull out his own spine!
Hiss...
Qi Yuan felt a chill run down his spine, while Yuan Minghui, who had performed this action, remained unfazed. Even with his spine pulled out, he appeared unhurt.
"I am blessed by the Plague God. To condense my Dao body, I do not need seclusion; I only need to spread the plague, and my Dao body will naturally form..." He spoke as he gently caressed his spine.
Under his tender touch, his own spine... actually transformed into a sharp bone sword.
The joints of his spine twisted into serrated edges, and the unfinished bone marrow flowed slowly along the grooves.
He held the bone sword high, his voice turning increasingly beast-like: "Now, let you experience the power of the [Plague God Sword]!"
The Plague God Sword was an exquisite sword technique granted to him by the Plague God. It could refine sword intent into a contagious plague. Those who were struck by it would have their life force and cultivation transformed into nourishment for the sword path, which Yuan Minghui could control.
By using his own spine as a sword, the sword path's nourishment was also aiding him in condensing his Dao body, killing two birds with one stone.
After conquering Yunlang Prefecture, the number of people infected by the sword plague increased exponentially. Yuan Minghui's Dao body was on the verge of completion, but unexpectedly, he encountered a freak like Fang Yuan, causing his efforts to fail.
In this life-or-death crisis, Yuan Minghui had no choice but to ask the Plague God for more power. However, the Plague God never gave anything for free. This time, the price would be his life.
Regardless, at this moment, Yuan Minghui had truly become a real grandmaster, reaching the peak of his fleeting strength!
Feeling the power within him, Yuan Minghui let out a roar. So this is it! So this is the true power of a grandmaster!
"Has he... become a grandmaster?" Seeing the terrifying aura emanating from Yuan Minghui, Qi Yuan and the others were scared out of their wits!
"Yes, he's a grandmaster!" Fang Yuan smiled. His goal had been achieved, and now it was time to resolve the objective!
"Now, I grant you the opportunity to reincarnate as a beast by forsaking your body!" Yuan Minghui continued to roar, but Fang Yuan had already charged toward him.
With a clean and swift punch, Fang Yuan struck only air, and the aftermath spread like a storm, demolishing large portions of buildings!
Yuan Minghui and the bone sword he held suddenly disappeared.
"Hmm?" Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow. With the [Eye of Calamity], he should have been able to easily locate Yuan Minghui.
However, his gaze only met countless red names: [Prince Yuan Minghui of the Qu Yue Kingdom][Prince Yuan Minghui of the Qu Yue Kingdom][Prince Yuan Minghui of the Qu Yue Kingdom]...
These countless red names filled the surrounding space, reflecting in Fang Yuan's pupils, making them glow blood-red. For a moment, even he felt a bit confused by the scene, as if Yuan Minghui was everywhere.
In the next moment, several wails suddenly rang out. Fang Yuan turned his head and saw Qi Yuan and the other soldiers suddenly kneeling and screaming in agony.
Their skin was rotting, their eyeballs falling out, and it seemed as though something was trying to crawl out of their bodies, making sounds as crisp as blades clashing.
But soon, the clashing sounds became a continuous stream of puffs.
Sections of sword tips actually emerged from their bodies, piercing them with countless holes, even extending out of their empty eye sockets!
This scene was truly terrifying, as if their entire skeletons had turned into sword blades, bursting out of their bodies.
Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes. Though he hadn't experienced a similar reaction, he noticed his health bar was dropping steadily.
-50!
-50!
-50!
The numbers kept appearing, indicating that Fang Yuan was being attacked. However, since [Fourth Calamity] was blocking it for him, no visible damage occurred.
"Interesting. I can kill the others with a single strike, but I can't harm you. Your body is quite special, it seems unable to be injured!" Yuan Minghui's voice echoed from all directions.
"Since that's the case, I'll personally take your life!"
Puff!
The sound of a blade slicing through flesh reached Fang Yuan's ears. He felt a blade strike his back. Even with his [Myriad Forms Golden Body], he couldn't defend against it.
-200!
As the red number appeared, Fang Yuan furrowed his brow and immediately activated [Flying Through the Whirlwind Cloud], crushing everything around him!
Boom!
A vacuum area instantly formed within a few miles of Fang Yuan, even the ground beneath his feet was crushed into dust!
This move was very effective. The [Yuan Minghui] red names around him instantly vanished, but only for a few seconds. Then the red names surged back like a tidal wave.
"Tsk tsk, such a powerful move!" Yuan Minghui's voice once again sounded, tinged with both admiration and mockery. "But you can't kill me. In my current state... I am invincible!"
Another self-proclaimed immortal. Fang Yuan didn't respond, but kept analyzing the situation before him.
He thought of the citizens in the city, each of them looking sickly, and combined that with what Yuan Minghui had said.
Plague God Sword, Plague God Sword... Plague...
A thought struck Fang Yuan. Could it be that Yuan Minghui, in his current state, had become an invisible plague?