Although it was but a wooden sword, in the hands of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, it was no different from a divine weapon.
Watching the blade relentlessly pursuing him, Zhong Shenxiu had no doubt that a mere moment of laxity would see him cleaved in two, without a shred of luck to rely on.
Even he had to admit that he had encountered the most deadly life-and-death crisis since traversing this realm of Jianghu Martial Arts!
Under extreme tension, Zhong Shenxiu retreated into a building.
The two doors, without any wind, slammed shut automatically.
The King of Ten Thousand Slaves followed closely and swung his curved blade.
Whether it was the wooden doors or the mass of furniture, porcelain, even the beams thrown by Zhong Shenxiu, all were split in two by a single slash.
A crescent-like blade light split the entire building in two.
It was fortunate that Zhong Shenxiu had anticipated this and moved the scene; otherwise, if this battle had taken place at the Shanyao Gang, all disciples would have inevitably suffered heavy casualties and deaths.
At this moment, Zhong Shenxiu could no longer afford to think about these things.
Under extreme mental tension, his thoughts also soared limitlessly, closely connected to the Heavenly Show System.
Originally prepared to directly consume attribute points to improve his martial arts, he suddenly felt something different.
A mysterious aura, seemingly leftover from the last summoning of the ancient gods, had transformed through the Heavenly Show System, yet still had some remnants within it.
That was the aura of... the Gate of Ten Thousand Doors!
The transformed residue had already merged with him entirely!
Zhong Shenxiu just realized this point, and his True Qi seemed to undergo a mysterious change.
The King of Ten Thousand Slaves instantly felt that his opponent was different.
As a more powerful Grandmaster, his Unity of Heaven and Earth had a greater influence, even actively suppressing and rejecting the other.
But now, he felt as if the entirety of heaven and earth around him had suddenly changed.
It was as if, in an instant, the world had been replaced, creating a strong rejection against him, causing fatal flaws to appear in his otherwise flawless Demon Sword, forcing him to halt his steps.
The King of Ten Thousand Slaves’s face turned ashen, as he stared at Zhong Shenxiu, enunciating each word, "Unity, of, Heaven, and, Man?"
This was a divine mystery unique to the Martial Arts Grandmasters, a thought that could change the heaven and earth, suppressing the Grandmaster’s Unity of Heaven and Earth.
Unity of Heaven and Man is about domination, command, and transformation.
Unity of Heaven and Earth is just merging, petitioning, and adapting.
One word difference, a world of difference!
Thus, in front of a Heavenly List Martial Arts Grandmaster, an Earth List Grandmaster hardly has any power to fight back.
But in the next moment, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves sobered up; the person opposite him was not a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Otherwise, he would have been dead.
It was just that his opponent’s talent was amazingly good, having grasped a hint of the Martial Arts Grandmaster’s Unity of Heaven and Man, the essence of Unity of Heaven and Earth under his intense pressure.
Even though it was merely a rudimentary form, it already signified a future breakthrough through the divine threshold, almost certainly guaranteed, enough to make all Earth List Grandmasters envious.
The King of Ten Thousand Slaves’s heart was filled with jealousy.
His opponent had shattered his hopes for the Heavenly List, yet he was on the verge of a breakthrough?
This was unreasonable!
He roared, sweeping his left hand to draw a sword made of Hundred-refined Soft Steel from his waist.
With a flick, a blossom of sword flowers emerged, rapidly multiplying into countless others.
One sword birthed ten thousand flowers!
This was the signature move of Earth List Master, Ten Thousand Flower Sword Flower Ling.
If one said the Demon Sword technique had been simplified to one move, then the Ten Thousand Flowers Swordsmanship was the most intricate and complex swordsmanship in the world, one stab bringing forth endless marvels, as if ten thousand swords were returning to their source!
At this moment, King of Ten Thousand Slaves, having turned his body into metal, wielded a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, fully committed to exterminating this formidable opponent!
Zhong Shenxiu, however, had entered an even more miraculous state.
"This is... the remnants left over when the Heavenly Show System was last breached?"
"Have I finally reached a realm where I can perceive this?"
"Although it’s the aura left by the Wan Men, the contamination seems to have been destroyed along with a part of the Heavenly Show System..."
"What’s left might not be entirely harmless, but is it a lot better?"
"Perhaps... I have to accept a fact, that since the last descent of an ancient god, although my rationale remains and the Heavenly Show System isolates the will of the Wan Men, my spirit’s essence, or my inner True Spirit nature, has undergone certain changes... This could also be seen as a form of contamination, albeit an ownerless one, thus it has not had any impact yet..."
"Which is to say, perhaps my spirit had already transformed, making me innately half a Martial Arts Grandmaster compared to the Martial Artists of this world!"
"To break through the profound mysteries, I don’t need to offer sacrifices to the Evil God using the Ten Thousand Gu Hand or connect with that fellow who is likely Niu Shenjun; I simply need to pray to myself, answer myself, and I can easily guide this spirit metamorphosis to achieve grand mastery?"
"Of course, my current accumulation as a master is still not enough to open the door to sacrifices, but it will be soon..."
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhong Shenxiu saw the frenzied King of Ten Thousand Slaves.
He smiled slightly, following his recent realization, he waved his hand and struck a flying wooden beam.
Under the knife-like force of his palm, this wooden beam was quickly carved into a shape that resembled neither a sword nor a knife but seemed to incorporate all concepts of blades, even Tai Chi Yin and Yang, and the concepts of the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.
Zhong Shenxiu, holding this weapon, drew a beautiful curve in midair.
At the same time, he activated a bit of the Unity of Heaven and Man that he had just comprehended, merging spirit with the world.
The ground trembled violently, as if the Earth Dragon was turning over.
The earth itself seemed to reject King of Ten Thousand Slaves on the opposite side, coincidentally splitting open a crack, completely disrupting his integration with the world, his attacking rhythm, and even the flow of his inner strength.
At this moment, the weapon in Zhong Shenxiu’s hand seemed to have been blessed by the earth and sky, striking with the speed of lightning, smashing King of Ten Thousand Slaves’ wooden knife and soft sword, hitting right on his chest.
The Golden Zombie body could not block it at all, emitting the sound of crushing breastbones.
With that strike, King of Ten Thousand Slaves was utterly defeated!
"No, I will not lose."
From the wounds of King of Ten Thousand Slaves, countless flesh tendrils emerged, squirming and struggling, trying to heal anew.
As a master whose essence was non-human, his vitality was incredibly resilient, to the extent that even removing his heart, he could live quite a long time.
But at this moment, a dense layer of tumors suddenly appeared, continuously proliferating and emitting a foul stench.
Even during the battle, Zhong Shenxiu had not forgotten to continuously spread the venom of fine ’gu.’
Now, erupting all at once, it had reached a point of no return.
Even taking advantage of this master’s severe injuries, it continued to erode his life essence.
"Hmm, perhaps I should subsequently learn a cultivation technique that makes me undying. This way, as long as they can’t kill me immediately, they’ll always end up poisoned by me slowly. This tactic could perhaps be named—Toxic Milk Strategy!"
Zhong Shenxiu stepped forward, looking at the now incapacitated King of Ten Thousand Slaves, and brought down one palm.