Imitri's expression was a bit complicated. He waved his hand as if trying to get rid of something. He looked at Zhang Yu and asked: "Man of Tianxia, how did you know about this?"
Zhang Yu: "It seems you don't know. Your story has been described as a glorious poem that has been spread all over this land. I only learned of your name from there."
Imitri's expression showed a hint of human-like sadness: "I know that my enemies deliberately spread it in order to destroy me forever. But I didn't know that you people of Tianxia would also read such a poem."
Zhang Yu: "Indeed, not everyone would read it. It just so happens that I'm quite interested in it."
Imitri said regretfully: "Is that so? I'm afraid that the ending of the poem will disappoint you. But it doesn't matter." He looked over and said with a heavy tone: "I will continue writing this story."
He leaned his center of gravity forward and stamped his feet on the ground. He placed his axes on both sides of his body and charged forward.
Zhang Yu could clearly sense that although his speed and strength weren't much lower than before, there was a slight problem with his coordination. And in a battle that required one to use all one's strength, even the slightest deviation could have a serious impact on one's combat strength.
He easily moved forward and slashed with his sword, leaving a wound on Imitri's body.
This time, although Imitri's wound was still healing, it was much slower than before. More importantly, the spiritual light on his body wasn't as dazzling as before.
After receiving a few more slashes, Imitri suddenly jumped back with a serious expression and asked in a low voice: "Why are you completely fine?"
Zhang Yu didn't explain anything to him. Imitri's answer was a diagonal slash with his sword.
He knew exactly what Imitri was asking.
After a God descended into a human body, although their spiritual side would greatly regress, they would still have all the basic abilities that a God should have.
These included rapid regeneration of limbs, tremendous strength, spiritual pressure, and spiritual pressure. And since Imitri was called the God of Plagues, he should have the ability to spread plagues.
There were only a few ways to spread plagues, such as breathing, limbs, and even spiritual contact.
Among them, breathing was undoubtedly the most difficult to guard against. Because even if he was a Xuanxiu, before he could read the upper chapters of the book, he still needed to use his mouth and nose to communicate with the outside world.
To a certain extent, the Heart's Light could block the entry of external poison, but it couldn't completely prevent it. This was especially so when one was clashing with the other party's spiritual light. If one was slightly careless, the other party would take advantage of the opportunity to invade.
Imitri's sudden transformation into green mist was actually completely unnecessary in battle. It was purely superfluous. But if he could guess his real purpose, it wouldn't be strange at all.
In this situation, Zhang Yu had an advantage over ordinary Xuanxiu because he had read the True Fetus Seal. With every breath he took, he could expel any external poison that was harmful to his body.
If the other party hoped to use this to influence and weaken him, then it was a miscalculation.
Imitri was clearly no longer as calm as he had been the last time. His posture gradually became messy.
At this moment, Zhang Yu saw an opening. With a slanted slash, a hand holding a stone axe flew out and fell to the ground far away.
Imitri hurriedly moved the other stone axe in front of him in an attempt to block the sword that followed.
Zhang Yu's sword slashed down diagonally. With a light flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword tapped against the stone axe like a bird's beak. Following a cracking sound, the weapon was instantly reduced to rubble.
Imitri couldn't help but take two steps back. He looked at the remaining handle in his hand and flung it away. Then, he roared at Zhang Yu, his body glowing brightly.
Zhang Yu took a step forward unhurriedly. With a casual swing of his sword, a streak of sword radiance suddenly appeared from the tip of the sword. In an instant, it cut through the spiritual light and sliced open one of Imitri's knees. Imitri's body couldn't help but lean to the side. The loss of his center of gravity caused him to stagger backwards.
Zhang Yu wouldn't give him a chance to recover. With another swing of his arm, a streak of sword radiance flashed and cut off Imitri's other leg.
Imitri's body lost its support and he couldn't help but fall to his knees. He slowly raised his head and turned around to face Zhang Yu. "It seems you've won. Come, the victor has the right to strip the loser of everything, including life and power."
Zhang Yu stepped forward, raised his sword with both hands, paused for a moment, then heavily slashed downwards. With a muffled sound, Imitri's head was chopped off.
Imitri's head fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. His eyes were still looking at Zhang Yu, and he spoke using his spirituality: "This isn't over yet. Under the Most High, the Epic will never end. We will meet again."
As he spoke, a streak of white light emerged from his broken body, as well as his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, then rushed into the sky.
Zhang Yu raised his head to take a look. He held the Xia sword horizontally and shone the reflection of the sword at the white light. In an instant, it was as if the light of the sun was shining on a mass of ice and snow. With a shrill scream, the white light instantly melted away and exploded without a trace.
Pure spirituality, without the support of a physical body, was abnormally weak. It wouldn't have been so bad if there were many of them, but Imitri didn't have much divine power left.
But he knew that the true nature of this god hadn't perished.
His gaze fell to the ground. The body that Imitri had originally supported had already turned into a withered corpse. Then, the skeleton collapsed and turned into a pile of dust.
He thought for a moment, then reached into his pocket and took out the person's little finger. Now, this thing had already turned into a black finger bone.
This was the true source of this person's existence.
So, this thing couldn't be left outside. He had to bring it back and let Xuanfu deal with it.
Zhang Yu said indifferently: "Your story ends here." He put this thing back into his pocket, sheathed his sword, and walked down the altar.
Tao Dingfu was standing below with his sword in hand. Seeing him walk down, he threw the sword back into the scabbard on his back and said with a smile: "Junior brother, it seems like you've dealt with your side as well?"
Zhang Yu looked around and saw the charred bodies of five human bodies on the ground. He knew that this place had been dealt with, so he said: "It's done. I'll return to Auspicious Light first."
Tao Dingfu nodded: "Alright, I also remembered something. I'll be leaving Auspicious Light for a while." While speaking, his body slowly floated up under the illumination of the flames.
Zhang Yu looked up at him and said: "Senior brother, when did you learn to fly?"
Tao Dingfu smiled: "I only discovered it a few days ago." He looked up at the sky, "The turbid tide is receding. For my generation, it's more convenient to travel."
He looked down at Zhang Yu again, "Junior brother, I'll see you again in the future. Take care." After saying that, his body soared into the sky, then turned into a streak of light and flew away.
Zhang Yu watched Tao Dingfu leave. He stood in the same place for a moment, then turned around and tried to clean up the things left on the scene, including the God's son of the God of Plague who was first killed by him.
This time, he followed the tracks of this person, so he had to bring him back for an explanation.
He found a noose from the backpack on the horse's back, tied the corpse to the horse, and then rode the horse back slowly.
Two days later, he returned to Auspicious Light City.
However, he didn't choose to return to the city directly from the South City, but turned to the port in the west and went to Wen Qi Square outside the city.
Because of the previous two incidents, there were several times more guards here than usual, and the interrogation was extremely strict.
When Zhang Yu came over, because he was dragging a burly corpse behind his horse, it was very eye-catching. The guards couldn't help but feel nervous and raised their guns.
At this time, a ray of light suddenly rose from Zhang Yu's body, enveloping him from head to toe. The faces of the guards suddenly changed, and they all stopped their soldiers, telling them to quickly put down their guns.
The horse dragged the corpse all the way to the center of Wen Qi Square, and Zhang Yu stopped. Then, he swung his sword and cut the rope, letting the corpse of EsGod lie there.
The young Xuanxiu was still waiting at the side of the square, and no one had paid attention to him in the past two days. After seeing this scene, he immediately stood up, rushed forward, and pointed: "It's him, it's him, he's the one who killed Manager Wang and the others!"
Then, he grabbed the reins of the horse and said excitedly to Zhang Yu, who was sitting on the horse, "Senior brother Zhang, you really brought the murderer back!"
His voice was very loud, and after hearing it, the crowd in the square began to gather spontaneously.
The young Xuanxiu pointed at Zhang Yu and said, "This is my Xuanfu's Senior brother Zhang, it's him, he's the one who killed the god's incarnation here last time, and now he's brought the murderer back again!"
Everyone had long heard that the murderer this time was a god. Even though the corpse was lying there, it still exuded a fierce aura. Many people of Auspicious Light who were not pure-blooded of Heavenly Summer still felt their hearts palpitate when they looked at it. They had an impulse to kneel down and worship it.
At this time, they looked at Zhang Yu, who was covered in light, and a feeling of respect and fear surged in their hearts.
The young Xuanxiu seemed to have been under too much pressure these days. After shouting, he suddenly knelt on the square, hit his head on the ground, and couldn't help but cry. "Who said that our Xuanfu is incompetent … That's my fault, my fault."
Zhang Yu glanced at him and said, "That's not your fault. In fact, even if it's wrong, there's nothing to be afraid of." He looked up at the high platform in Auspicious Light City and all the buildings on it.
"You just have to correct your mistakes."
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