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Death Grip
"Haha, Zigan did beautifully, actually forcing a strong practitioner of the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm to flee in embarrassment. You are definitely the number one in the Yang Spirit Realm now!" Hate Emperor laughed in Xing Chen's mind.
"Have you found that Rascal?" Xing Chen asked. His Soul Power could only penetrate a thousand meters underwater, but within that distance, there was no sign of Nie Yuanwu, so he could only inquire with the old Rascal, Hate Emperor.
"Hehe, he can't escape my soul perception," Hate Emperor chuckled and then said, "Just thirty miles ahead on the left, two thousand five hundred meters underwater. But how exactly do you plan to force him out? A strong practitioner like him from the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm can stay underwater for a while without any issues!"
"I naturally have my methods," Xing Chen replied, steering the Lightning Eagle to thirty miles ahead on the left. At the same time, he brushed his fingers across the Thunderfire Divine Ring, and an ornate fan suddenly appeared in his hand.
This fan emitted a faint silver glow; it was the Skybreaking Fan taken from Ling Kaifeng. This fan contained spatial power and could traverse through the void. To force out Nie Yuanwu below, he would rely on this fan.
As Xing Chen moved his palm slightly, the fan instantly opened up, revealing numerous landscapes and animals depicted on it, which looked quite captivating. Then, he felt the Demonic Aura within him surge wildly into the fan, causing its faint silver glow to flicker continuously.
"A fan containing spatial power? I didn't expect you to have such a good item in your possession. With this fan's ability, it should indeed be no problem to force out that Rascal below," Hate Emperor exclaimed in admiration.
"Heh..." A cold smile appeared on Xing Chen's face as he swung his arm forward, causing the fan in his hand to vanish into thin air. The next moment, behind Nie Yuanwu, two thousand five hundred meters underwater, a fan suddenly appeared. As soon as it emerged, a beam of silver light shot out directly toward the back of Nie Yuanwu's heart.
"Not good!" As a figure from the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm, Nie Yuanwu sensed something was wrong almost immediately upon the appearance of the Skybreaking Fan. He quickly gathered all his Vital Energy and surged toward the surface of the sea. However, because of his movement, the silver light shot past him and struck his thigh instead.
The silver light effortlessly pierced through Nie Yuanwu's thigh, instantly turning the surrounding seawater crimson.
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed across the surface of the sea as Nie Yuanwu leaped high into the air and landed on the water's surface. However, due to his injured thigh, his body swayed violently.
Swish!
Suddenly, a pitch-black magic sword, as if it had emerged from the Hell Demon, sliced through the void and appeared next to Nie Yuanwu's throat.
The Hate Demon Sword had manifested, and Xing Chen had been waiting on the surface of the sea for a long time. Now that Nie Yuanwu had appeared, Xing Chen instantly locked onto his figure, and under the strike of the Hate Demon Sword, the entire space seemed to be sealed off.
This unexpected attack left Nie Yuanwu with no time to prepare. However, he was a figure at the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm and could slightly control spatial power. He saw the space in front of him twist instantly.
However, Xing Chen's Hate Demon Sword was crafted after the ancient Hate Emperor's Hate Demon Sword. Although it was far from being comparable to the original, it possessed similar abilities.
A Demonic Aura surged from the Hate Demon Sword, breaking through his spatial distortion and directly slashing toward his physical body.
Yet, at that critical moment, Nie Yuanwu suddenly tilted his body slightly, avoiding the lethal strike of the Hate Demon Sword. Then, he moved his feet and executed a powerful martial art technique.
"Spatial Shift!"
Spatial Shift was a hallmark of Soul-Searching Realm Experts; only they could perform it. However, nothing is absolute. Some who had lingered at the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm for a long time could also execute Spatial Shift, though its effectiveness would be several tiers lower than that of a true Soul-Searching Realm Expert. Nevertheless, it was still a life-saving skill.
"Quick! His Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm cultivation can barely activate Spatial Shift. Once his figure appears, he will definitely show a moment of weakness; this is the best time to kill him," the Hate Emperor shouted in Xing Chen's mind.
Xing Chen's hand trembled slightly with the Hate Demon Sword. As an ancient Divine Weapon, one of its abilities was to lock onto an aura.
At that moment, the space ahead rippled slightly, and the Hate Demon Sword appeared there like a shadow. Then it suddenly slashed down as if it could shatter eternity.
Buzz!
Wherever the Hate Demon Sword struck, blood splattered everywhere as countless drops flowed slowly from the sword's body. The sword deeply embedded itself into Nie Yuanwu's shoulder; however, it was unclear what powerful body refinement technique this person had practiced because despite the advantage of the Hate Demon Sword, it did not pierce his body.
Ah!
Struck by the Hate Demon Sword, Nie Yuanwu let out a scream of rage. His entire body trembled violently as a terrifying wave of Vital Energy surged toward Xing Chen.
However, at that moment, Xing Chen was clad in the Hate Demon Armor, which was infused with countless demons. Instantly, it devoured all the incoming Vital Energy completely and fed it back to Xing Chen.
"Hate Demon Finger!"
The powerful Vital Energy was transformed into Demonic Aura by Xing Chen's Hate Demon Body. Then, with a sudden thrust of his finger, a strong sense of hatred was released. The Demonic Aura spread through the air, and a massive finger slowly extended from the void, pointing at Nie Yuanwu.
"Evil Dragon Dance!" Despite the intense pain coursing through him, Nie Yuanwu suddenly spun around, his arms flailing wildly. Countless strands of Vital Energy converged, and the sea below surged upward, forming a gigantic Divine Dragon in the sky above Xing Chen.
This Divine Dragon was hundreds of feet long; with its movement, the entire space trembled slightly. Its overwhelming presence even shattered Xing Chen's Hate Demon Sword.
Yet, the descent of the Hate Demon Finger still failed to inflict any harm. The Divine Dragon roared and danced wildly as it charged toward Xing Chen.
"Not good, Water Escape!" Xing Chen's expression changed slightly as he leaped into the sea to evade the powerful attack. However, he could tell that this was merely a last-ditch effort from Nie Yuanwu. As long as he could withstand this strike, killing Nie Yuanwu afterward would be much easier.
"Injured as you are, let's see how long you can hold out," Xing Chen muttered to himself while diving deeper into the water. At the same time, he summoned the Skybreaking Fan back into his hand.
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