Chapter 880 821: Epilogue (Part 2)

Half of the head had been shattered by Jiang Xinyuan, with the rest of the limbs battered and bloodied, the chest collapsed entirely.

Looking at these injuries, surviving would be considered a miracle.

Yet strangely, Yuan Rong not only felt no pain but also let out an eerie smile.

The eighth time!

After igniting blood and soul again, Yuan Rong's injuries once more recovered as if untouched, and if it weren't for the blood-stained robe, no trace of harm could be seen.

His Dharma Aspect skyrocketed instantly to three hundred and fifty zhang!

The continuous influx of Spiritual Power almost burst him apart, unable to resist the body's agitation, he charged again like a frenzied beast.

This scene, not only made Jiu You break into a cold sweat but also filled Jiang Xinyuan with trepidation.

"Monster!"

Yes, at this moment, Yuan Rong in their eyes had already fallen into the category of monsters.

Unaware of pain, unaware of fatigue, only slaughter remained.

This was also the highlight of Yuan Rong's life, the fierce ghost continuously tearing the opponent's Dharma Aspect apart, the waves of impact between the two Dharma Aspects were heart-aching, especially since the fierce ghost's Dharma Aspect was terrifyingly ferocious.

Though small in stature, its aura was more dreadful than the four hundred zhang Dharma Aspect.

Simply outrageous!

Jiu You looked at Yuan Rong's state, inexplicably feeling a chill down his spine.

Yuan Rong probably was ruined, this demeanor was totally unlike what a normal Cultivator should display.

Yet he remained oblivious, discarded the Dharma Aspect, and charged directly towards Jiang Xinyuan.

The black power enveloped him entirely, covering even a mile around.

It didn't even require the Netherworld Ghosts and Demons' Dharma Aspect, transforming the surroundings into a sinister Asura Field.

Yuan Rong's expression grew increasingly deranged, immersed in a state of indescribable frenzy.

"Kill you! Make a name!"

A hissing shout emerged from his mouth, and Jiang Xinyuan's face instantly darkened.

Bastard, does he really intend to step over me to rise in rank?

Numerous ghostly souls emerged from the black power, but instead of charging at him, they rapidly congregated with Yuan Rong as if in tide, Yuan Rong's body continually grew larger.

The robe on his body started to tear, his skin showed varying degrees of cracking, within mere seconds, turned entirely into a bloodied figure.

At this moment, he even looked more like a fierce ghost than his fierce ghost.

"Then let's see who dies first!"

Jiang Xinyuan bore a murderous expression, his Spiritual Power also surged to the extreme, with phenomena of purple qi approaching from the east, enveloping his upper atmosphere.

The next moment, wind and clouds moved in unison, purple qi congealed into one and then transformed into thunder.

Jiang Xinyuan held thunder in his palm, his face turned ghastly pale, and the next moment, the world suddenly darkened, terrifying pressure rapidly spread.

Damn!

Jiu You, upon seeing him bring out this item, retreated frantically.

Jiang Xinyuan was planning to go crazy along with Yuan Rong, wasn't he?

Thunder continuously consolidated in his hand, visibly, Jiang Xinyuan's face turned a shade paler, as if thunder was crazily absorbing his strength.

Not as if, the thunder indeed was frantically plundering his power, if Jiang Xinyuan wasn't forced by Yuan Rong, this mad dog, he wouldn't resort to this tactic.

Obviously, this means was more forbidden than the previous, not only did it bear significant cost, but it was incredibly rough to use.

Yet its presence was already terrifying enough, the first muffled thunder appeared abruptly between heaven and earth, unmatched in its might, as soon as the thunder was cast, all the thunder in heaven and earth was instantly attracted over.

With just a blink of an eye, Yuan Rong was engulfed by thunder light.

When a lump of rotten flesh flew past Jiu You's eyes, Jiu You sighed another time, this fellow eventually played himself to death.

Looking again at Jiang Xinyuan, at the moment he was holding thunder and staring at him, obviously prepared to send Jiu You away as well.

Since this method came at a great cost, naturally, it couldn't be employed in vain.

Jiu You seemed cornered as well, clenched his teeth.

"You win, I can't afford to provoke you."

As he spoke, he rapidly transformed into a black mist, disappearing without looking back.

This left Jiang Xinyuan utterly furious, he had even used the forbidden technique, and you just left without looking back?

Han Yu below watched the duel between the two, already dumbfounded.

Damn, at this level, are there so many methods?

The value of the old foxes still rising, huh!

None of these old monsters were simple.

Jiu You hid in the void, surely didn't go far, just depending if Jiang Xinyuan was willing to chase him with thunder.

Jiang Xinyuan looked as if he had eaten a fly, he wanted to chase, but the cost of this method was too much, pursuing was difficult.

So he could only stare at another section of the void above his head.

There, Wujiu and Di Liuxin were in a stalemate, the Golden Cicada Dharma Aspect continuously thrusting from various directions.

But Wujiu wasn't Han Yu; he wouldn't spare the Golden Cicada, striking repeatedly three times, thoroughly smashing it.

Moreover, Wujiu's means were even more insidious, the black eerie power directly pierced through the Dharma Aspect tightly entangling the inner figure.

And with this forceful interference, the Golden Cicada Dharma Aspect had no energy left to draw the strength to recover, and within almost no time fell thoroughly.

"The dead are always dead, no match for the living."

Wujiu sneered contemptuously, the Golden Cicada might be brutal, but it's only somewhat useful against those minions.

Perhaps it might work against the lower halls.

But in the eyes of these people, the Golden Cicada is ultimately inadequate.

In fact, it's even less valuable than that bastard young man just now.

Di Liuxin was naturally furious, his face flushed red, yet he remained silent, his skill in verbal sparring was no match for the opponent.

This kind of person requires Fifth Brother to handle.

"Now it's just you and me left!"

Wujiu saw he couldn't provoke him, feeling it was dull, but quickly sneered again.

Now the advantage was his, Di Liuxin was injured, and the Golden Cicada was half-dead at his hands; Di Liuxin was no threat to him anymore.

Unless this guy has some forbidden techniques.

Di Liuxin sighed slowly, feeling helpless, unfortunately, he didn't have any...

But Jiang Xinyuan does!

An overwhelming aura as powerful as the heavens instantly enveloped the two, and then a pale face appeared, looking drained to the bones.

The thunder in his hand was especially terrifying.

Di Liuxin smiled.

Wujiu almost cried.

Damn it, that Jiu You guy didn't even notify him when he ran away; how could he handle such a massive thunder?

At this point, Jiang Xinyuan had already made his move, giving no chance for the opponent to escape again.

He cast out the thunder, instantly drawing the thunder of the heavens, prompting Di Liuxin to flee; even he didn't dare to meddle in the power of this strike.

Wujiu, however, couldn't escape; the moment the thunder was released, all the energy locked onto him.

Hardly giving him any chance to react, the myriad thunders roared.

In that moment, the heavens truly shook.

Amidst the thunder, a charred corpse crashed down, directly slamming into the ground before the two of them.

Dead?

The Hall Master of the third hall just perished like that?

Yet the charred corpse lay motionless on the ground for a long time.

Jiang Xinyuan was about to make another move, as there was still another Hall Master remaining on the field.

But when he turned his head, he found that Wu Tang, who had been entangled with Chang Gen and the others, was also gone?

"Did he escape?"

Di Liuxin coldly questioned, while Chang Gen and Maitreya looked aggrieved, "He didn't run; he just suddenly disappeared from right in front of us."

Neither of them understood what happened until now; the man was just gone.

Jiang Xinyuan suddenly turned pale, waving a hand, a force directly struck the charred corpse, flipping it over to reveal an old face.

Not Wujiu!

And not only was it not Wujiu, but it was instead that ill-fated Wu Tang!

"How ruthless, even willing to use the Fifth Hall Master as a scapegoat!"

Di Liuxin couldn't help but comment; it seemed that ultimately some technique was used to substitute Wu Tang to endure the thunderous strike.

The technique was truly bizarre.

Was it bizarre?

Han Yu didn't find it bizarre, after all, the Five Ghost Transport divine technique could achieve this back in the day.

But having watched this entire battle, he still had many reflections.

The methods of the strong are endless and full of strange changes; in future confrontations with such people, one must not give them any chance, otherwise, they might not even know how they died.

"Is everything over?"

The Artifact Spirit suddenly spoke.

Han Yu woke up abruptly, gazing with complex emotions at the devastated surroundings; it seemed it was all over.

However, he seemingly did not succeed.

The high platform wasn't completely destroyed, and the array of the Yama Hall was still hanging precariously.

The people of the Yama Hall had all fled.

This battle seemed to have been won by the Celestial Dao Sect.

Han Yu felt disheartened; doing so much was still useless, he turned to leave quietly.

But at this moment, a figure finally arrived belatedly.

Although Han Yu had not yet seen anyone, his face had already changed dramatically.

This familiar, weak aura shouldn't appear here.

"What to do?"

The Artifact Spirit sighed, knowing Han Yu would be troubled again.

Her appearance on a battlefield dominated by strong individuals was inherently unreasonable.

She just wanted to find someone, which seemed reasonable wherever she appeared.