Zaomen Rokuro was extremely confident in this slash.
His samurai sword was called "Ghost Steel," which was made of Abyss Cold Iron from the Howling Abyss, and was indestructible! If his Seven Kills Technique had really misjudged, he could have definitely cut off Loopy Toad's head!
But as it turned out, he had made an obvious mistake in his prediction.
The power of this slash wasn't of much use to Loopy Toad; it didn't even feel the slightest bit of pain. Its green hair fluttered in the wind as the sword qi cut through the air.
"This!" This was the first time Zaomen Rokuro had faced this kind of situation.
In a situation where their strengths weren't equal, Zaomen Rokuro's chances of winning were slim to none. Now that Wang Zhen and the other two had the power of Shadow Dao, this slash naturally couldn't cause them any harm.
Not only that, Zaomen Rokuro had to pay with his Ghost Steel sword.
"My Ghost Steel … My incomparably sharp sword that can cut through iron like mud, with a sharp head and a hilt that I can give to my girlfriend …" Zaomen Rokuro cried his heart out when the Ghost Steel sword was cut in half. The Ghost Steel sword had been with him for many years, and the first thing he had done after his resurrection was to retrieve it.
But what Zaomen Rokuro hadn't expected was that before the Ghost Steel sword in his hand had completely warmed up, it had actually been cut in half by his misjudgment.
When the sword was broken, the spiritual link with its owner was instantly severed. Zaomen Rokuro instantly felt like his heart was being cut by a knife, and he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.
The pain of the backlash was far worse than he had imagined; it was a kind of pain that stemmed from the soul. When the pain started, you wouldn't even be able to find any wounds; you would only feel the qi and blood in your body churn and you would have a splitting headache.
"There's no way you can beat my master …" After saying that, Zaomen Rokuro stabbed the remaining half of the Ghost Steel sword into his abdomen. After confirming his death, his body fell apart and turned into a puddle of black light particles that drifted away in the wind.
Had he actually chosen suicide?
Wang Zhen pinched his chin as he pondered what had happened. Logically speaking, a powerful swordsman like Zaomen Rokuro, who was an extremely high-ranking Dark Network wanted swordsman, would never choose suicide because of the pain of the backlash.
To be able to reach such a high ranking, his cultivation experience and combat experience were second to none, and he wouldn't choose suicide to lessen the pain.
Thus, he immediately thought of another possibility.
In an independent mental space, Wang Zhen, Little Silver and Loopy Toad established a face-to-face telepathy channel. In this completely isolated mental space, no one else could hear their conversation.
"He faked his death." Wang Zhen quickly came to a conclusion. He didn't use any spells or techniques, nor did he use his Eye Power. Instead, he relied entirely on his own experience to judge.
"Why are you so sure?" asked Loopy Toad. As someone who had once played dead in front of Wang Ling, Loopy Toad was especially sensitive to the term "fake death."
Pretending to be dead and then taking the opportunity to escape was a profound skill and knowledge. In the Cultivation World, faking death together with a variety of spells can be used to play with flowers.
Loopy Toad had seen a spell specially developed for faking one's death, and it was called the "Split Into Pieces Spell." In the process of using this technique, the body could be split into countless pieces of different sizes, and finally be reconnected using a jigsaw puzzle technique.
This was a very profound technique for faking one's death.
Of course, the proficiency required was also very high. Usually, one would need to practice at home until the corresponding proficiency was reached before they could use it normally. Because if they weren't proficient, they could spell the wrong parts.
And once they did, they could only wait until they had accumulated enough spirit energy to cast the spell again. There was once a male cultivator who had turned into a small elephant man because he had misspelled parts of his body.
If you wanted to use this spell in battle, if you weren't proficient enough, it was very likely that the enemy would see through it because of the uneven splits, and it was very likely that you would be "whipped" to destroy the integrity of the pieces.
"I know of a curse-type faking death spell, which can be achieved by harming yourself. These people used the method of suicide to add their remaining soul power to a specific person. And this specific person must be a blood relative … "
Loopy Toad: "That's to say, Zaomen Rokuro has brothers?"
Little Silver nodded. "According to intelligence, Zaomen Rokuro does indeed have brothers, and all three of them are very strong sword cultivators. Unfortunately, Zaomen Rokuro's halo was too big back then, which caused the other two brothers to be buried."
"There's such a thing? He has two brothers? "
"One is called Zaomen Rokuro, the other is Zaomen Rokuro Rokuro."
"…"
…
It could only be said that Wang Zhen was in the end Wang Zhen. As someone from the Domain of the Gods, he could tell at a glance that this was a faking death spell. Sure enough, before they could step into the stalactite, a middle-aged man who looked exactly like Zaomen Rokuro walked out of the cave, wearing the same attire as Zaomen Rokuro.
The only difference was that the sword in his hand was clearly different from the dark steel sword that Zaomen Rokuro had taken out.
Although there wasn't much difference in appearance, it was clear that Zaomen Rokuro's sword had an evil power attached to it.
"It seems that the brothers have imbued the spirit sword with the power of the curse …" Wang Zhen took a deep breath. Since he had already confirmed that Zaomen Rokuro had two other brothers, it was likely that this situation had been planned in advance.
Whether it was Zaomen Rokuro or Zaomen Rokuro in front of him, they weren't afraid of being angry. Instead, after they died, they could better imbue their other brothers with the power of their souls.
So to deal with these three brothers, using normal means to kill them would instead make them stronger.
"I'll do it." This time, Wang Zhen decided to do it himself. On one hand, he wanted to see how strong his power of Shadow Dao was.
Right now, he still lacked a certain amount of practical experience, and the three Zaomen brothers were undoubtedly the best targets for practice.
"Tied Man!" In the next moment, Wang Zhen stepped forward and called out the name of his Shadow Dao Shadow Image. When his shadow was activated from the ground, the muscular man, who was tied up with ropes, rose from the ground like a towering mountain.
Zaomen Rokuro's heart trembled. He didn't have the power of Shadow Dao, and didn't know what was happening in front of him.
In the next moment, Zaomen Rokuro felt his whole body tighten as an inexplicable force actually bound him! This force was like a rope wrapped around him in layers!
This was the Love Is Stronger Than Gold Rope … As long as Wang Zhen's Shadow Image was within its attack range, it was a powerful control spell.
"You three brothers, where's the third person?" At that moment, Wang Zhen stared at Zaomen Rokuro. He could actually use the power of Shadow Image better than he had imagined.
As expected of Ling Zhenren's little sister's power …
These brother and sister were both geniuses!
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