In the sky above Divine Dragon Island, Sakyamuni's eyes were extremely cold as he looked at Mu Qingxiao's mocking face. He was unprecedentedly furious, and his heart was filled with killing intent.
For thousands of years, he had never been mocked like this!
"Mu Qingxiao, you've really disappointed me. I originally wanted to train you well and make you my right-hand man. Since that's the case, you can go to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of Heaven Realm Level Nine spread out from Sakyamuni's body. The Sacred Heart Sutra mixed with violent Spirit Qi instantly rushed toward him.
(Heaven Realm corresponds to Golden Core, and Immortal Realm corresponds to Nascent Soul.)
"Hmph!"
Mu Qingxiao snorted coldly, and the aura of Golden Core Level Eight erupted. The two forces collided, and a gust of wind rose. Dust filled the air, rocks rolled, and the weather changed.
"You … you're actually at Heaven Realm Level Eight. You're really good at enduring. I, Sakyamuni, have really underestimated you."
Mu Qingxiao exuded the aura of Heaven Realm Level Eight, which really shocked Sakra. Deep dread and killing intent rose in his heart. Such a young peerless powerhouse, Long Yuan had to be left behind, and his life had to be left behind.
Otherwise, there would be endless trouble!
"Mu Qingxiao, do you think you can compete with this King with your Eighth Level Heaven Realm strength? This King hasn't used his full strength for a long time. It's your honor to die under this King's Sacred Heart Secret Art."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sakyamuni activated the Sacred Heart Sutra. The mighty Spirit Qi turned into thousands of ice blades. As he pushed his arm forward, the ice blades were as fast as lightning, piercing toward Mu Qingxiao.
"Sacred Heart Four Techniques, Cloud Piercing Ten Thousand Feet!"
Mu Qingxiao did not dodge the incoming ice blade. He kept the Dragon Essence into his storage space and condensed it into a sword. A long sword appeared in his hand. As the cold light flickered, thousands of Sword Qi flew out.
"Clang …"
The Sword Qi and the ice blades collided in the air, making a series of crisp sounds. In the end, the two forces canceled each other out and dissipated into Spirit Qi.
"Sakyamuni, you've lived for a thousand years in vain. Is this all you've got?"
When the Ice Blade and Sword Qi dissipated, Sakyamuni found that not only was Mu Qingxiao unscathed, but she was even able to mock him. He clenched his fists, and the killing intent in his heart grew stronger.
"Very good, very good. The stronger you are, the more I'll vent my hatred when I kill you."
"Crackle, crackle …!"
Suddenly, countless lightning arcs surged from Sakyamuni's body. This was the Empyrean Berserk Lightning of the Four Arts of the Sacred Heart. The violent spiritual energy turned from ice to lightning, instantly attacking Mu Qingxiao.
In an instant, a ball of lightning appeared around Sakyamuni's body. Just as his fists were about to hit Mu Qingxiao, they exploded like thunder.
"Boom boom boom …!"
Mu Qingxiao raised his sword-like eyebrows as he felt the violent aura of the lightning ball. His figure flickered as he quickly retreated. By the time he left the attack range, his white robe was already full of holes and there were many bloodstains on his body.
Sakyamuni's thousand years of cultivation, the scorching aura of the Phoenix Blood, and the mutation of the Sacred Heart Mantra made her attack truly abnormal. It was not something that an ordinary Golden Core expert could resist.
At the same time, on the left side of the two fighting, Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, the Mother Goddess, Huai Mie, and Huai Kong were facing off against each other.
But none of them made a move. Instead, they looked at the shocking battlefield in the sky.
"Mu Qingxiao, now you know how strong I am. I only used seventy percent of my strength just now. If I used my full strength, you would've died a long time ago. I'm giving you one last chance. Submit or die!"
Standing in the air, Mu Qingxiao's long hair fluttered in the wind. She glanced at the wounds on her body, and a disdainful smile appeared on her lips.
"Seventy percent of your strength, heh … I was just testing how strong you are. You really know how to flatter yourself."
"You're very good. This is the first time I've met someone as stubborn as you. Do you feel weak all over and unable to exert any strength at all? Do you feel like your insides are being torn apart and you're in so much pain that you want to die?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao waved her long sleeves and mocked, "You're talking about the Luo 'E powder that you've put in my food for the past six months, right? I've never been poisoned by that kind of thing."
Hearing Mu Qingxiao's words, Sakyamuni was stunned. It was really unexpected. He could not understand how the latter could be so clear about it, and even be able to detect it in advance and remove the Luo 'E powder from her body.
Of course, he did not know that Mu Qingxiao cultivated the Imperial Maiden Heart Sutra and was extremely sensitive to everything. The Luo 'E powder was colorless and odorless. Other Golden Core cultivators might be poisoned, but it did not work on him at all.
At this moment, Sakyamuni was clear.
The young man in front of him was much more difficult to deal with than anyone he had ever met. He was even a threat to himself, so he decided to use all his strength to kill him as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.
In an instant, a bright light shone in Sakyamuni's hand, and then a long sword with a terrifying aura suddenly appeared.
"The Four Tribulations of the Saint's Heart, Supreme God's Tribulation. This sword is formed from my Primordial Spirit and is infused with my strongest power. This is the first time I've used this move in a thousand years. You should feel honored to die under this move."
Looking at the long sword in Sakyamuni's hand, which exuded a violent and sharp aura, Mu Qingxiao's lips curled into a sinister smile.
The long sword formed from the Primordial Spirit was somewhat similar to the Soul Sword, but also completely different.
The Primordial Spirit was neither the soul nor the spirit. The soul was the Yang Spirit, and the spirit was the Yin Spirit. The Yang Spirit could be divided into three parts, which were the three souls of heaven, earth, and man.
There was a bit of True Yin in the unification of the three souls, which was the Primordial Spirit. It was a substance that cultivators gradually mastered through cultivation and could control the soul. It was also the true meaning and essence of human life.
The Primordial Spirit was the main soul, which dominated a person's consciousness. Mu Qingxiao's Soul Sword was forged from the Primordial Spirit. Sakyamuni showing off his Primordial Spirit Sword in front of him was like showing off one's slight skill in front of an expert.
"After living for a thousand years, don't you know that there's always someone better than you? You can't jump to conclusions about anything. I'll show you what a true Soul Sword is."
"Buzz buzz buzz …!"
As soon as Mu Qingxiao finished speaking, a domineering long sword with a Sword Will that penetrated the Nine Heavens broke through the air.
The supreme Sword Will enveloped the entire Divine Dragon Island. Bu Jingyun, Huai Kong, and Sakyamuni's Primordial Spirit Swords all trembled, as if they were worshipping in fear.
Mu Qingxiao held the Soul Sword in his hand and did not waste any more time. His Sword Will condensed into a Sword Qi that was several hundred meters long. With a terrifying power that could cut through the void, it slashed down at Sakyamuni.
The Sword Qi was already coming at him. Sensing the terrifying power mixed within, Sakyamuni hurriedly tightened his grip on the Primordial Spirit Sword and circulated the Sacred Heart Arts at full speed.
In an instant, all the violent Spiritual Qi gathered on the Primordial Spirit Sword, intending to use it to block the attack!
"Buzz buzz!"
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