Chapter 1760 - 907: Where Karma Lies

There was no vicious strike made in that moment of stupefaction and stagnation.

Ji Jue's raised palm hovered between himself and Kasu, adopting a somewhat imposing stance, that is... Blade Teeth's opening move!

Even without a sword in hand, this rebirth form is already a heavenly artisan created for combat.

Like a true White Deer, he issued an invitation to battle.

"Come, I'll give you a chance!"

Amidst the burning of the Overload Flame, Kasu looked at the face before him, devoid of any mocking expression, and he too raised his hand.

In the crimson pupils, the beastly ferocity was grim.

At that moment, the lips of the two parted and closed, uttering the same praise and proclamation:

"With this hunt, a tribute to the White Deer!"

Boom!!!

In this distance of just one step, a storm arose, the overload flame light flickered and burst, Pan Ying's vermillion ascended and spread, and in the instant of a mere snap, the shrill collision sound was like torrential rain.

Under Ascension's transcendent vision and the Wolf's nerve reflexes, the blood hand and destruction finger collided, mutually harming, wounding, destroying and demolishing, with iron filings and blood spurting continuously.

Following the oldest rules of combat between White Deer legacy, within three steps, never retreat, nor dodge, only placing each other's lives in equal ground, driven by the resolve of life and death fury!

The initially proficient use of sword moves was completely cut off and destroyed by the masterful Slaughter Finger Skill, yet Ji Jue was indifferent, even entirely abandoning any response or maneuver.

Only attack, no defend!

The brutal force empowered by Pan Ying was unreservedly unleashed upon this broken body, likewise allowing countless White Deer's Ultimate Techniques to ravage his form.

No trickery, no schemes, nor any misleading or deception, just pure mutual harm with the enemy before him, in the most primitive form of combat, affirming the weak and strong pursuit of the White Deer Path!

The weak perish, the strong survive!

"Right!"

In front of the screen of the Desert Gathering Headquarters, the previously grim-faced [Wei] laughed out loud, pounding the table, shouting: "That's how it should fucking be!"

The so-called victory and defeat, shouldn't it be such a pure and straightforward thing?

No matter life or death, it brings exhilaration!

Now, the final burst of the overload flame light erupts here!

Accompanied by the body's decay and soul's fracture, Kasu showed no sign of weakening or hesitation, and instead, the spirit in those eyes burned like flames.

Unprecedented excitement and hatred, malice and gratitude from the same source, heartfelt disgust and joy...so complex, yet trivial, not worth noting.

He smiled silently, truly giving all his life and everything in a decisive strike against the opponent before him!

The Absolute Death skill reappeared from the broken palm, the incomplete fingers like blades, tearing through Ji Jue's arm, once again penetrating that crack-covered face!

Now, victory and defeat have been determined!

Splat!

The overload flame light, dissipated without a trace.

Because before that, Pan Ying's hand had already penetrated his diaphragm, exploding, crushing the heart, collapsing the matrix and soul!

"Lost..."

Amid unstoppable disintegration, Kasu's lips moved with no sound, as if reflecting.

Looking finally at that face so near, Ji Jue's eyes seemingly understood his meaning, indifferent to the smile.

White Deer Path, the law of the jungle, such pointless questions, why ask me?

Do as you please!

Silver flame light erupted from inside, instantly engulfing him, countless flying ash collapsing inward amidst the blood-red lights, gathering.

In the refining of Non-Attack, Ji Jue's palm, a ferocious metallic mask formed. When wind passed over the mask, hallucinatory roar echoed, so hungry, devouring all.

"Truly Slaughter Finger, not bad!"

Ji Jue lowered his gaze, inspecting the creation in his hand, naturally accepting his trophy.

Second one.

Then, third one.

A shattering roar echoed from the sky, amidst the infinite floral growth, the cracks in the Circle Realm rapidly spread, unable to sustain any longer.

Until now, only then did the burning flame rain pour down.

The Demon Lord's incarnation completely disintegrated.

With the fracture of that dharma seal, the rebirth form completely collapsed, thin black gas poured from within, Xu Lingyi's spiritual body emerged again, incomplete.

On the brink of collapse.

He couldn't understand what had happened, nor could he comprehend why suddenly such a change had occurred…

But when he wished to turn and flee, he saw a thick fog rising again between the sea and sky, like a curtain, overshadowing all, locking all eight directions.

High above the sky, an imposing outline seeming to encompass everything overseen below!

In mastery beyond Ji Jue's in precision and vast operation, limitless spirits of creation aggregated anew, the sixfold rotation reconstructed from the void curtain.

Mandala established.

At the mandala's core, a sigil resembling intertwined ten fingers lightly shook, surprisingly unfolding like a lotus, transforming, ten fingers crossed in sealing.

Various handprints change unpredictably, yet appear larger and closer, reflecting in those fearfully spastic and desperately trembling pupils.

Forcefully filling all of Xu Lingyi's perception, pouring into his soul, no more allowing him divide attention or evade.

Not even fear had time!

"Don't...don't...please, I beg you..."