AWB Chapter 317
Chapter 317
Spirit world.
As a biting gust of wind swept past, the previously tranquil aura of fortune instantly rippled. Fortune gathered around Xie Wan Ning, and a faint blue light slowly rose from her body, like a ray of hope breaking free from the shackles of darkness. Within the blue light, her figure appeared and disappeared.
As the light shimmered, Xie Wanning's figure gradually became clearer, her long, ink-black hair dancing wildly like a graceful butterfly. Her hair was tied up with a silver crown, and a light blue ribbon, like a flowing stream, meandered through her strands.
At this moment, she wore a floor-length gown, its hem unfolding like a giant, blooming plum blossom. The color of the robe resembled the sky washed clean at dawn, clear and transparent, a pale blue tinged with a hint of coolness. At the neckline, a band of white down, like the first snow of winter, gently encircled her slender neck, further accentuating the whiteness of her skin.
Xie Wanning opened her eyes; they were light blue eyes, like frost flowers condensing on a window frame in the dead of winter, exuding an innate coolness.
Fusang narrowed his eyes, looking at Xie Wanning who stood unharmed before him. He suddenly sneered, "I knew this life would be the one with the most variables. The old bastards of the Ten Thousand Demon Abyss, the traitorous Xuanwu, and Xie Wanxun, Si Jinchuan, and Tian Ruochun—I should have eliminated them long ago."
"However, Xie Wanning, don't think you can defeat me like this. I can kill you once, and I can kill you countless times."
Fusang conjured a divine sword in his hand and swiftly rushed towards Xie Wanning. The divine sword, imbued with divine power, fiercely slashed towards Xie Wanning.
"Bang!"
Xie Wanning, wielding the Luoze Sword, blocked the attack from Fusang.
Immediately afterwards, countless golden threads sprouted from behind Fusang, surging towards Xie Wanning like a swarm of bees.
However, a defensive formation appeared beneath Xie Wanning's feet, forming a protective shield in front of her and blocking the attack of thousands of golden threads.
"How could this be! How could a mere defensive array possibly stop my golden threads?" Fusang's face paled slightly, unable to believe that the invincible golden threads could actually be blocked.
Fusang was momentarily stunned. He looked down and saw that the defensive array was actually a tenth-grade defensive array.
The legendary tenth-grade defensive array possesses the power to contend with divine power.
The Luoze Sword in Xie Wanning's hand gleamed with a cold light; it was also a tenth-grade treasure sword.
A flicker of realization crossed Fusang's eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet incredibly bright.
He understood that it was the contribution of the Chosen One that led to the reappearance of the tenth-grade magic weapon and formation.
The legend is true; tenth-grade magical artifacts do exist, but they are not easily obtained.
When Fusang became the Heavenly Dao, in order to prevent the immortals from rebelling, it set up a restriction that immortals could only use magic artifacts of the ninth rank at most. If they wanted to use magic artifacts of the tenth rank, they had to give up their immortal status and fall into the mortal world.
Immortals who return to the mortal realm are simply mortals, utterly incapable of bearing the power of a tenth-grade magical artifact. Therefore, for ten thousand years, no human or immortal has ever been qualified to obtain a tenth-grade magical artifact.
After all, those who possess a tenth-grade magic weapon cannot withstand its power, while those who can withstand this power cannot obtain a tenth-grade magic weapon at all.
Xie Wanning's cultivation had already reached the level required to become an immortal, while tenth-grade magic artifacts were created by chosen ones who gave up their chance to become immortals and chose to have their souls scattered.
The Luoze Sword in Xie Wanning's hand and the array that appeared beneath her feet were the help that her relatives and close friends gave her by sacrificing everything, even giving up their ascension to immortality.
"Xie Wanning, I never expected you to fight with a magical artifact crafted by your friend, your hands stained with the blood of those people. How can you possibly continue fighting?" Fusang smiled contemptuously.
"I will." Xie Wanning raised her eyes, her eyes filled with only the determination to win, unmoved by Fusang's words: "I will defeat you and sacrifice a god's life to worship them."
Fusang was about to speak when a sudden, immense force struck him like a boulder crashing into his chest. Xie Wanning, her face cold, kicked out.
Fusang was lifted off the ground in an instant, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a messy arc in mid-air.
The Luoze sword in Xie Wanning's hand disappeared, and a crimson bow and arrow appeared in her hand in return.
Xie Wanning tensed her arm muscles, gathering her strength, and the bowstring was pulled back instantly with a "creak". She narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sharp, staring intently at the swaying Fusang in the distance through the gap between the bowstring and the arrow shaft.
At this moment, all the surrounding noise disappeared, and the whole world seemed to consist only of her and the arrow ready to be released. "Whoosh," Xie Wanning exhaled sharply, releasing her right hand at the same time. The arrow flew from the bowstring, shooting towards the sun like a shooting star.
The bow and arrow split in mid-air, becoming nine powerful arrows that instantly pierced towards Fusang.
At the same time, a deadly poison emanated from the arrow tip, flooding Fusang's body like a torrent. His lips quickly turned bluish-purple, and eerie blue veins, like writhing little snakes, faintly appeared beneath his skin. His body convulsed uncontrollably, his hands flailing wildly in the air, trying to grasp at a sliver of life, but all in vain.
A swift blue figure appeared, Xie Wanning's movements so rapid she was invisible. She flew above Fusang, and the Luoze Sword split as if by magic, countless identical swords appearing out of thin air. They were arranged neatly, their blades gleaming with a chilling light, each radiating a terrifying sword aura.
"fall!"
All the swords surged towards Fusang, stabbing it until it was a bloody mess, riddled with holes like a beehive. With a "thud," Fusang fell to the ground, golden blood spreading out.
At the same time, hundreds of Grade 10 explosive talismans appeared around Fusang and exploded instantly.
"boom!"
Xie Wan Ning landed steadily on the ground, and she condensed a ball of phoenix fire in her hand, throwing it towards Fu Sang.
"Enough! You want to cremate me too?" Fusang roared angrily, catching the phoenix fire and crushing it.
His body staggered, as if he were about to fall to the ground at any moment.
Xie Wanning nodded seriously, and with Luo Ze sword in hand, she stabbed Fusang in the heart.
"puff!"
Fusang gripped his sword tightly, his eyes burning with boundless rage.
In His 20,000 years as the Heavenly Way, He has never been in such a wretched state.
Even when fighting against the previous Heavenly Dao, Fusang always won by a narrow margin. It has always been the winner and has never been the loser.
This has been the case for the first 20,000 years, and it will be the case for countless more.
Fusang's heart stirred; he thought of the supreme god he had once glimpsed by chance. Only such a position of absolute power was his destiny; this small cultivation world was not his burial place.
"what!"
Fusang roared angrily, unleashing his divine power.
Xie Wanning drew her sword and took a few steps back.
Golden light emanated from Fusang, all his divine power being used to repair and strengthen his divine body, his fortune condensing into a majestic divine sword in his hand. Golden divine runes appeared on his body, and his golden eyes held only a thirst for victory.
"Come on! Xie Wanning, a battle between us is inevitable." Fusang waved, his face filled with disdain.
"To determine victory or defeat, to decide life or death."