"Die!" The blood-soaked great saber was raised, reflecting a chilling gleam under the sunlight. Sadness permeated as members of the Royal Family closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the old Emperor’s tragic death before them. Only the Eldest Princess kept her eyes on her father, her gaze unwaveringly fixed with sorrow, determined to see him through this final journey...
Suddenly, a crisp sound echoed, not the imagined sound of metal piercing flesh, but more like metal clashing against metal.
The crowd opened their eyes, their faces filled with astonishment. Under the great saber was a sturdy hand, firmly grasping the blade.
The owner of the hand was a person in black robes.
With one hand holding the great saber, the black-robed figure raised a flame with the other, turning the painting into ashes.
"With the blood surging behind you, I can kill you without needing to confirm with the portrait."
The Ghost-faced Blade King was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the black-robed figure. He pulled at the great saber in his hand, but it broke in half.
His gaze immediately turned cold, fixing on Wang Xu: "A cultivator... merely at Nascent Soul Perfection, yet to reach Divinity Transformation, and you dare to be arrogant before me?"
A powerful aura surged and spread, causing the bodies of the mortals below to tremble, feeling an urge to bow in worship.
Wang Xu, sensing this feeble aura, chuckled involuntarily.
Although the Ghost-faced Blade King was of the Mixed Universe Realm, he was unlike those from the outside; lacking an internal Mixed Cosmos, he only had the Power of Laws flowing through him. Strictly speaking, the Ghost-faced Blade King couldn’t even be considered Mixed Universe Realm, at most surpassing the Invincible White Hole Level.
"I have to be on my way, no time to waste words with you."
Without hesitation, Wang Xu extended his large hand toward the Ghost-faced Blade King.
The Ghost-faced Blade King was shocked; this seemingly ordinary strike from the black-robed figure posed a massive threat. He dared not underestimate it any longer, and with a flick of his sleeve, a copper mirror flew out, hanging above his head. The surface of the mirror displayed a misty shield enveloping the Ghost-faced Blade King.
This was the Ghost-faced Blade King’s prized magical treasure. Thanks to this copper mirror, he had never lost a battle with those of the same level.
"Oh? Immortal Spirit Soldier?" Wang Xu’s mouth curled into a slight smile. His large hand continued unabated, his expanding fingers enveloping the Ghost-faced Blade King entirely, like grabbing an egg.
With a forceful grip.
A sound like shattering glass rang out, and the shield instantly disintegrated. Wang Xu’s large hand held the Ghost-faced Blade King tightly.
"Who are you!" Grasped in Wang Xu’s hand, unable to control his own life or death, the Ghost-faced Blade King showed no panic, his eyes cold.
"There’s no need for you to know." Wang Xu preferred not to say more. As someone from the outside, the Mortal Realm’s Cosmic Law constantly watched him. Any revelation about the outside world could get him obliterated.
He immediately applied pressure, forcing blood to squeeze out of the Ghost-faced Blade King’s body, breaking all his bones.
"Hahaha... dare you kill me, just wait, you will die a horrible, horrible death!" The Ghost-faced Blade King laughed ceaselessly, seemingly indifferent to life and death, making Wang Xu frown.
Is he bluffing, or does he have a backup plan?
Wang Xu pondered briefly, lessening his grip, but at the same time, a thread of Spiritual Consciousness stabbed into the Ghost-faced Blade King’s mind.
"No Spiritual Ball?" Wang Xu was surprised, but then realized the difference between the Mortal Realm and the outside world.
The Spiritual Consciousness continued to delve deeper, eventually capturing a faint shadow in the Ghost-faced Blade King’s Sea of Spiritual Consciousness.
"So that’s it!" Wang Xu smiled, "No wonder you’re so arrogant; your Spiritual Clone is elsewhere."
With a thought, Wang Xu transformed his Spiritual Consciousness into swords and spears, charging at the shadow. A poignant wail emanated from the Sea of Spiritual Consciousness as the Ghost-faced Blade King’s Spiritual Clone left elsewhere was utterly shattered.
"What?!" Realizing this, the Ghost-faced Blade King’s face changed drastically, without the previous nonchalance and composure.
"Alright, it’s time to die." Wang Xu smiled lightly, his grip suddenly tightening. The Ghost-faced Blade King uttered a despairing "No—" before his body shattered, his life essence completely extinguished.
Flames ignited, reducing the remains in his hand to ashes. Wang Xu clapped his hands and took a step forward, his figure disappearing suddenly before the astonished Royal Family below.
"It’s a Celestial God!"
"A true Celestial God!"
"The heavens heard our prayers and sent a Celestial God to save us!"
The Royal Family of Zhiguo was filled with gratitude, prostrating and knocking their heads on the ground. Even the steadfast Eldest Princess shed tears, kneeling in the direction of Wang Xu’s departure. (To be continued. If you work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)