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Zuo Ci was taken aback. For the first time, he felt weak. What kind of realm was this? It was terrifying! He realized he was no match at all.
He swallowed hard, watching the Old Celestial Master’s calm demeanor, and an involuntary fear crept into his heart. "Do you know where your greatest weakness lies?" the Old Celestial Master suddenly asked.
"What?" Zuo Ci was taken aback.
"You've learned too much but mastered nothing. Your cultivation is like a tower in the wind—impressive to look at but utterly useless. Against those minor practitioners, you may find it easy to prevail, but when faced with a true master of cultivation, you will crumble!"
The Old Celestial Master spoke softly, "The Left Path Three Thousand and Pang Men Ba Bai can be integrated; all rivers return to the sea. Do you understand?"
Zuo Ci was momentarily speechless. "I don’t understand?"
The Old Celestial Master scratched his head and chuckled, "I forgot; you are still in your youth. To have cultivated to this level at such a young age is unprecedented. Even in ten thousand years, no one will possess your talent and fortune, so it’s only natural that you don’t understand."
"Our Daoist Sect's Ancestor once said, 'The Dao that can be told is not the eternal Dao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name!'"
"Don’t play dumb with me!" Zuo Ci's eyes flickered as he forced a smile.
"No, today I am just itching for a challenge and want to spar with Daoist Zuo!" The Old Celestial Master flicked his fingers, and golden light transformed into delicate threads like liquid.
The Liquid Gold Spell was a sign of mastering the Golden Light Spell to perfection, which Zuo Ci could barely perform. Of course, it was only superficial; he had not truly grasped its essence.
Zuo Ci's attempt at the Liquid Gold Spell was merely a rough simulation based on his powerful cultivation—it wasn’t something he had genuinely cultivated himself. In contrast, the Golden Threads in the Old Celestial Master's hands were solid and lifelike, resembling real Golden Threads.
"Go!" The Old Celestial Master’s fingers danced as the Golden Threads wrapped around his fingertips like a long whip, striking towards Zuo Ci.
Zuo Ci struck the head of the Evil God beneath him. The six grotesque arms of the Evil God lunged forward, attempting to grasp the golden threads and tear them apart.
The Golden Threads, in sync with the changing frequency of the Old Celestial Master's fingers, shifted from soft as water to sharp as blades. The golden light danced around the Evil God’s six arms, cutting through them like a precision scalpel, reducing those bizarre limbs to a shower of flesh. The pieces of flesh were unnaturally smooth in size, shape, and cross-section.
Enough! Zuo Ci could no longer hold back. He pressed his hands against the Evil God’s head, then curved his fingers like hooks, plunging deep into the Evil God’s skull before pushing forcefully.
With a splatter, a massive head shot forth. The grotesque head of the Seven-Faced Evil God hung in mid-air, its neck dragging entrails and viscera, blood raining down like droplets, sizzling as it hit the ground and corroding it into fist-sized black pits.
Southeast Asia's Fei Tou Jiang? The Old Celestial Master chuckled. "You really learn everything, don't you? You flatter me!"
Zuo Ci had unleashed several powerful spells in succession, and his internal energy was nearly depleted; he could no longer remain composed. He began to operate Zhang Zhong Feng Du, using Blood Sacrifice to transform those Ling Ti into shadowy mist that flowed back to him. This was merely a stopgap measure, not a long-term solution.
Suddenly, the massive head of the Evil God surged forward. Seven twisted and snarling faces let out a roar that rippled through the air. The thin layer of crimson-gold light surrounding the Old Celestial Master gradually dimmed under the impact of that roar.
Even the Old Celestial Master's Dao Xing could not remain unaffected by such a sound. In an instant, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Well now, what a remarkable technique! Even I am somewhat entranced by this so-called Mi Shen Yin! The Old Celestial Master marveled.
However, before the Evil God's Head could draw near, the golden threads swiftly retracted, slicing through the Evil God's Head like a web of razor-sharp strands.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
The Evil God's Head was cut into thin slices, as delicate as paper, resembling a watermelon being evenly sliced.
After completing this, the Old Celestial Master gathered the golden threads at his fingertips. His sleeves billowed outward, forming a circle, and with a gentle flick...
Whoosh!
The sky seemed to be swept by an enormous broom, stirring up a tremendous storm that scattered leaves in the autumn wind. Those paper-thin slices of flesh were instantly swept away by the fierce wind generated by the Old Celestial Master's sweeping motion, scattering across the ground.
Fei Tou Jiang had failed!
Zuo Ci was not flustered; instead, he appeared somewhat desperate as he lightly brushed his palm across the Lu Hun Fan.
Countless Ling Ti transformed into wails and shattered into pure black Sha Qi. The thick black Sha Qi compressed and coalesced at Zuo Ci's fingertips, forming a long black needle.
The surface of the needle was as smooth as a mirror, entwined with emerald flames. Zuo Ci flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
The black needle shot through the air towards the Old Celestial Master's brow just as he was gathering the liquid from the Golden Light Spell.
From the shadow beneath his feet emerged a massive Black Hand, its fingertips sharp and poised to grasp the Old Celestial Master fiercely.
The timing was perfect.
A sneak attack? Wasn't this precisely what Deviant Arts excelled at?
Daoist Zuo truly held Lao Fu in high regard!
The Old Celestial Master's expression finally changed; that black needle appeared harmless. However, it contained countless Li Gui's Grudge, akin to a curse-type Spell.
Once tainted, one's soul would merge with myriad ghosts, leading to madness and eternal damnation.
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