Chapter 2222 - 1195: Dharma Sect Prisoner_3

Yang Xiao’s hard-earned spiritual power was nearly shattered by this guy’s strike. He keenly realized that this guy’s abilities were strange; it was that blade... his blade had issues!

On the other hand, Mahasha wasn’t feeling any better. Although he only stepped back two or three paces, his hands were trembling from numbness at this moment.

He didn’t know what happened earlier; it was as if he was struck by lightning.

He slowly released his grip, and saw that the area near where he held the blade was charred, with a chunk of skin and flesh torn off.

After their initial encounter, neither chose to attack immediately but instead fell into a brief stalemate because both realized the other was not easy to deal with.

However, Mahasha could wait, but Yang Xiao could not. He wanted a clean and decisive battle; he wanted Mahasha’s head to secure his position as the Junior Priest of the Secret Sect.

After merely ten seconds, Yang Xiao launched another attack. He had grown accustomed to the instant movement of the Soul-Capturing Mirror, but now rushing forward with the saber was somewhat uncomfortable for him.

This time, there were no surprises; the two weapons collided head-on. Previously, Yang Xiao had learned sword skills from an Esoteric Elder, and he incorporated some Dark Force into this move.

Sure enough, with the simultaneous explosion of Dark Force and Yin Thunder Power, the opponent couldn’t withstand it. This move pushed back the robust Mahasha, forcing him to switch the blade from his right hand to his left.

Yang Xiao wasn’t feeling well either, forcing himself to swallow the blood taste surging in his throat; this kind of head-on clash with a stronger opponent did not fit his strategy.

If he could ambush, by now he might have gone back to playing chess with the girls.

At this moment, Mahasha looked very grim; his right arm could no longer be raised.

Yang Xiao knew this was not his doing; Mahasha’s right arm had been injured by masters of the Secret Sect before.

After all, his adoptive father and many elders of the Secret Sect were present, and Yang Xiao did not want to win without honor; this concerned personal honor.

Yang Xiao did not pursue the victory further but instead actively retreated, also discarding the use of one arm, wielding the saber only with his left hand.

Seeing this, Mahasha was slightly taken aback, then restrained the previous overbearing fierce expression, nodding at Yang Xiao—this was an acknowledgment of a strong person.

Time had dragged on long enough. Yang Xiao frantically injected spiritual power into his blade, deciding to end this farce with one last strike.

Frankly, the opponent’s strength was decent, but unfortunately, he was simply not a match for Yang Xiao. Had he unleashed his full potential, the opponent would have been dead by now.

Yang Xiao believed that currently, he had almost no opponents below the Half-step Nether Realm, especially after mastering this new weapon.

With one final strike, Yang Xiao took a deep breath, locking eyes with Mahasha. Both almost simultaneously made their move, with Mahasha letting out a furious roar, and Yang Xiao shouted out loud.

Their fight had no techniques to speak of, lacking any form of spectacle; it was purely a face-to-face brawl, breaking through with force.

Both swung their blades almost simultaneously, with the blades clashing together, yet this time something different happened; Yang Xiao suddenly noticed Mahasha, who was almost face to face with him, smiling.

In the next second, under Yang Xiao’s astonished gaze, Mahasha lifted his "crippled" right arm, tossed his braid over his head towards Yang Xiao, and in a blink of an eye, that inconspicuous braid slithered like a snake, quickly wrapping around Yang Xiao’s right arm.

If Yang Xiao hadn’t reacted quickly, it would have entangled his neck.

Seeing this, the Cannibal Buddha on the viewing platform stood up with a start, and the moment he clenched his left fist, a sandstorm with incredible destructive power formed instantly.

The other Esoteric Elders also rose one after another, with Elder Kunpa making just a flicker to appear in the field, holding a spike glinting coldly in his hand.

But all this was too late; Mahasha, almost nose-to-nose with Yang Xiao, was filled with glee from his successful scheme. That cut-off dead braid was one of his magic artifacts, his treasured secret weapon, unknown even to most of his own clan.

With that braid wrapping around him, Yang Xiao’s right arm became exceptionally cold, and that chill was spreading across his body.

"I won!!" Mahasha shouted indistinctly.

It was also at this moment that Yang Xiao realized this guy could speak some Chinese.

But what happened next completely overturned Mahasha’s cognition; in the next instant, as a blinding green light exploded before him, Yang Xiao’s figure disappeared.

Yang Xiao had quickly summoned the Ghost Lantern, and as the green light detonated, it blinded Mahasha while also lifting the suppression of the dead braid.

Although Mahasha couldn’t see, his reaction was swift, reactivating the dead braid’s ability to restrain Yang Xiao again.

Strangely, in the next moment, this braid actually wrapped around his own neck, tightening increasingly.

Indeed, Yang Xiao seized the opportunity to trigger the backlash power of the Ghost Sleeve Robe.

Meanwhile, he charged forward, landing a fierce punch on Mahasha’s face.

The opponent, unsteady on his feet, could only swing the blade wildly ahead, but Yang Xiao had already vanished, using the Soul-Capturing Mirror to appear by a small puddle not far behind him.

Upon appearing, he summoned Yin Thunder with force; overhead, the Thunder Cloud gathered instantly, and a bolt of Yin Thunder crashed down with immense speed, hitting Mahasha’s back hard.

Mahasha was indeed fierce; he took a direct hit from the Yin Thunder and didn’t fall. Staggering, he turned around, but Yang Xiao wouldn’t give him another chance. Charging, he pierced Mahasha’s chest with one stab, then frantically injected spiritual power into the hilt. The Ring-Headed Saber’s Power of Strangulation activated, countless tiny invisible blades emerging along the knife edge, grinding Mahasha’s chest into a bloody mess, opening a huge hole directly in his chest.