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At this moment, Aotian's fist was striking against Dark Two's rough palm.
A wave of energy, almost tangible, rippled out from the point of impact, sending dust flying off the ground.
Looking at Aotian, whose face was filled with murderous intent, Dark Two coldly said, "So you are not just a martial artist, but also a Soul Practitioner! It seems I underestimated you..."
Aotian sneered and replied, "Since you admit to underestimating me, then you shall pay with your life!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, an invisible force surged forth from Aotian's forehead.
Immediately, Aotian's Soul Power transformed into an invisible longsword that shot straight towards Dark Two's forehead.
"Although this is somewhat unexpected, it is still not enough for you to turn the tide!" Dark Two shouted coldly. He then pushed off the ground with his foot and violently retreated. As Dark Two flew back, a fierce Mystical Energy erupted like a long-dormant volcano, transforming into a terrifying Mystical Energy Whip that struck fiercely against Aotian's Soul Sword.
A dull thud echoed as the Soul Sword and Mystical Energy Whip clashed like two enraged tigers, each trying to defeat the other.
Dark Two, possessing Half-Step Human Spirit cultivation, had exceptionally thick Mystical Energy. In contrast, Aotian only had mid-level Soul Power at stage one; thus, he was clearly at a disadvantage.
As a result, Aotian's Soul Sword began to falter. If this continued, Aotian's defeat would almost be inevitable.
Meanwhile, Snow Qincheng's Crystal Sword had already slightly unsheathed. Clearly, she had noticed Aotian's precarious situation and was considering intervening in the battle.
"Aotian, this is where it ends!"
Suddenly, Dark Two shouted fiercely, and the power of the Mystical Energy Whip surged. Aotian's Soul Sword showed signs of shattering.
At this moment, Aotian's face was pale, and his eyes were dim, clearly a result of excessive Soul Power consumption; even his vision began to blur.
"No, if I can't even deal with a mere Dark Two, how can I qualify to fight Liu Canxin, let alone save my mother?!"
Suddenly, Aotian felt a jolt in his mind. It seemed he saw his mother looking at him gently from not far away, waiting for him to come to her rescue.
Then, the scene changed.
It was as if Liu Canxin stood right in front of him, looking at him with a mocking expression:
"You worthless fool, you can't even handle a little Half-Step Human Spirit warrior and still think you can fight me? You're simply dreaming! Your existence is a disgrace to our clan!"
"No, no, no! How could a mere Half-Step Human Spirit warrior possibly stop my progress!"
Suddenly, Aotian roared as if he had gone mad, with raging anger and killing intent surging in his eyes.
"Hmph, what a useless fool. You haven't even faced me yet and you're already losing your mind. How boring!" Dark Two sneered at the twisted face of Aotian.
The word "fool" from Dark Two pierced Aotian's heart like a needle, striking at his very core.
"Fool? Then let me show you how this 'fool' will slay you!"
Aotian spoke with no emotion, like an ancient ice block, causing both Dark Two and Snow Qincheng to shudder involuntarily.
"I never expected that the usually gentle and refined Aotian would be so terrifying when enraged..."
Beside him, Snow Qincheng murmured.
Although Aotian's expression had returned to calm at this moment, Snow Qincheng seemed to see the storm raging beneath that calm surface.
"Whoosh."
At that moment, a terrifying killing intent erupted violently from Aotian's body.
This killing intent was almost tangible, shattering the Soul Sword and Mystical Energy Whip that were in a deadlock.
The palpable killing intent enveloped the entire hill, causing the surrounding trees to sway as if buffeted by a fierce wind, while the flowers and grass on the ground instantly turned to ash.
Dark Two and Snow Qincheng both looked on in shock, unsure why Aotian exuded such terrifying murderous energy.
The two turned their eyes toward Aotian. Suddenly, an overwhelming killing aura rushed toward them, as if they had fallen into an endless battlefield. In an instant, both of their faces turned pale, drenched in cold sweat.
At that moment, Dark Two suddenly felt the surrounding killing intent begin to slowly coalesce, all focusing on him. Instantly, Dark Two felt an immense pressure.
"Damn it, how can this kid have such terrifying killing intent?" Dark Two cursed inwardly.
The killing intent continued to accumulate; at this moment, Dark Two felt as if he were carrying a mountain weighing a thousand pounds, and a sense of fear began to creep into his heart.
"Heavenly Slaughter Strike!"
At that moment, Aotian shouted fiercely, his tone revealing boundless murderous intent. The sound shook the hill slightly.
Heavenly Slaughter Strike was indeed the advanced martial art that Aotian had obtained in the main hall.
As soon as Aotian's voice fell, he launched a punch imbued with overwhelming killing intent toward Dark Two with great force.
This punch is the Punch of Slaughter, the Punch of Death, the Punch of Despair.
This punch condenses all of Aotian's killing intent, as if it could pull the gods from the heavens into an endless land of slaughter.
In an instant, Dark Two felt as if he had arrived at the edge of hell, with countless weapons and armored steeds trampling toward him.
At this moment, Dark Two dared not be the slightest bit negligent. He knew that if he made a mistake today, he might truly never return. Aotian's hidden cards were too deep, to the point where even Dark Two himself was unprepared.
Dark Two brushed his hand over his Storage Ring, and suddenly a massive sword appeared in his grasp.
With the giant sword raised above his head, Dark Two shouted:
"Cold Yin Phantom Sword!"
Instantly, the temperature on the hill dropped sharply.
A gigantic light sword shot out from the massive sword, emanating a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing souls, slashing fiercely toward Aotian's body.
Aotian had seen this Cold Yin Phantom Sword before; it was used by Blood Sword Jian Mo You. However, Dark Two's Cold Yin Phantom Sword was more than ten times stronger than what Sword Mo You had wielded.
The fist, filled with boundless killing intent, collided violently with the light sword. In that moment, the power of the light sword, which seemed capable of shattering mountains, was forcefully blocked by that small fist.
Though small, the killing intent condensed upon it was earth-shattering.
As the light sword struck Aotian's proud fist, shocking cracks began to spread across the surface of the light sword.
A look of horror suddenly appeared on Dark Two's face.
At first, Dark Two could still feel that overwhelming killing intent being obstructed by his light sword; however, it wasn't long before cracks covered the entire blade. That killing intent began to seep through the cracks, locking onto him firmly.
At this moment, Dark Two's face was already pale, with a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Just then, a loud shout echoed:
"Break!"
Immediately, cracks spread across the entire lightsaber, and Aotian's fist, filled with overwhelming killing intent, smashed the lightsaber into pieces.
The shattering of the lightsaber caused Dark Two to spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with exhaustion, and his previously arrogant expression had long since vanished.
Aotian's fist still surged with killing intent, but his figure began to sway unsteadily.
He could no longer lock onto Dark Two's figure; this was due to the excessive consumption of Soul Power. At this moment, Aotian had no strength left to attack Dark Two. His figure swayed more violently until he finally collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.
The overwhelming killing intent on Aotian's fist also slowly dissipated...
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