The reason why assassins were so terrifying was because they walked in the dark and were invisible. When they hid, they were like a gentle breeze or a drizzle, and when they attacked, they were as fast as lightning. They always had the upper hand, making it impossible to defend against them.
But right now, Lin Buzheng's eyes were like the eyes of the gods in the legends. They could scan the heavens and hunt the earth, and they could see through all illusions. They locked onto Zhao Jiusha, causing him to instantly lose his greatest advantage as an assassin. His defeat was right before his eyes!
"No, I will not lose!"
"Die! Die! Die! "
Zhao Jiusha roared. His body was forced out of the void by Lin Buzheng's eyes. Holding the dagger in his hand, he stabbed towards Lin Buzheng's incoming fist.
Even though his defeat was imminent, he refused to admit defeat and continued to resist.
KABOOM!
One has to admit that even though Zhao Jiusha's body was exposed by Lin Buzheng and he lost his chance to attack, his capabilities were still terrifying.
The strength of the dagger was enough to flip the ocean and level a small mountain.
Not to mention, the dagger in Zhao Jiusha's hand was made from the skull of a Highness's fetus, made from the blood and souls of countless living beings. The endless amount of hatred and death lingering around the dagger could easily penetrate the defense of a high-tier magical weapon, increasing the power of Zhao Jiusha's attack by multiple folds.
However, regardless of how powerful Zhao Jiusha's attack was, it paled in comparison to Lin Buzheng's punch, and was far from being a match for it.
KABOOM!
Lin Buzheng's fist shot out, its trajectory clear and steady. It did not contain any profound or profound martial technique, but the Martial Path Quintessence surged like the sea, surging over majestically, drowning everything in its path.
This was the suppression of absolute power. Even though Zhao Jiusha's Martial Art was profound and his weapon was evil, it could not make up for the huge difference between his strength and the punch.
At that moment, Zhao Jiusha was like an ant facing a vast ocean.
No matter how he tried to resist, it was futile. He could only wait in despair and be swallowed by the raging waves!
Crack!
In the blink of an eye, Lin Buzheng's terrifying punch collided with Zhao Jiusha's bone dagger.
The hatred was useless and the death aura disappeared. The bone dagger let out a cry of despair and cracks appeared all over it. It flew out of Zhao Jiusha's hand and disappeared into a corner.
"AH!"
Then, Zhao Jiusha let out a cry of agony as he was blown away by Lin Buzheng's punch.
Blood spurted out of his mouth, and his aura weakened. Countless bones in his body had been broken, and he had completely lost his ability to fight. He was heavily injured by Lin Buzheng's punch.
The winner had been decided!
"Zhao Jiusha has lost!"
"Zhao Jiusha has lost this battle. It won't be long before his Martial Heart collapses!"
When the High Saint Clan disciples saw this, their hearts were filled with a myriad of emotions.
Crack!
After defeating Zhao Jiusha, Lin Buzheng was not in a hurry to take away the talisman. Instead, he quietly walked to the bone dagger, sighed, and picked it up.
At that moment, the bone dagger was held in Lin Buzheng's hand. It was full of cracks and white bone dust was falling down. It looked like it was going to shatter into pieces and disappear with the wind.
Woo woo!
As Lin Buzheng reached out his hand and gently rubbed it, an endless amount of hatred and death aura emerged from the bone dagger.
Black light swirled around it and a black aura filled the sky. It could taint anything in the world.
This dagger was refined by Zhao Jiusha using the skull of a fetus in the womb of a Dao Venerable. It had been used as an accomplice for a long time and had absorbed the blood and souls of countless innocent people. It was an evil weapon with terrifying power.
Crack!
In the next second, Lin Buzheng tightened his grip on the bone dagger. The bone dagger began to shatter and the bone dust scattered from his fingers.
BANG!
However, even after the bone dagger was shattered, the hatred and death aura lingering around it did not disappear.
Instead, as it had lost its shelter, it surged out and covered an area of a few hundred zhang in the blink of an eye.
It was as if a door to the underworld had been opened, and Lin Buzheng's figure was completely engulfed by the chilly wind.
Deep within the black aura, it was as if billions of living beings were crying in agony. It sounded like a mother begging for mercy, or a baby crying out in despair, causing one's heart to break.
"Go!"
"Go to where you should be!"
All of a sudden, Lin Buzheng's voice could be heard coming from deep within the black aura.
At the same time, a brilliant, sacred six-colored glow broke through the layers of black aura and blossomed behind Lin Buzheng.
Whoosh!
The six-colored glow was sacred and dignified, as if it was resonating with the Dao of the Heavens.
Wherever the six-colored glow landed, the pitch-black aura of hatred rapidly melted like ice under the scorching sun.
Not only that, under the illumination of the six-colored glow, countless faces of men, women, old, and young appeared from deep within the black aura.
Their figures were blurry, as they were formed from black smoke, emitting faint ripples of souls.
These souls were the innocent souls that had died in Zhao Jiusha's hands over the years, which were absorbed by the bone dagger to strengthen its power.
His face was originally miserable and twisted, and he let out a series of wails. However, under the illumination of the six-colored light, the endless resentment surrounding the vengeful spirit instantly disappeared.
They revealed their true appearances and sincerely bowed towards Lin Buzheng, their hearts filled with endless gratitude. Then, they entered the depths of the six streaks of light and disappeared.
It was as if there was a gate leading to the Six Paths of Reincarnation within the six-colored glow, allowing these souls to return to their final destination, so they would no longer have to suffer in this world.
Buzz buzz!
All of a sudden, an illusionary infant formed from the pitch-black aura appeared before Lin Buzheng.
The infant was only the size of two palms, but ninety percent of the pitch-black aura in the Heavens and Earth was coming from it.
While crying, it reached out its tiny hands and held onto Lin Buzheng's hand that was holding the bone dagger tightly, as if it was begging for something.
Whoosh!
At the same time, the illusionary figure of a woman appeared from the other end of the pitch-black aura.
She stood there silently, looking at the infant with a gaze filled with endless sorrow.
"You're free too!"
In the next moment, Lin Buzheng let out a sigh and clenched his right hand, shattering the bone dagger into pieces.
It was not heartlessness, nor was it destruction, but freedom, rebirth!
Rumble!
Following a loud explosion, an even more terrifying pitch-black aura burst out from the shattered dagger, as if it was going to corrode the Heavens and Earth.
Whoosh!
However, at the same time, a brilliant six-colored glow burst out from Lin Buzheng's body, completely suppressing and purifying the pitch-black aura of death.
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