You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 54 Killing Sword Technique

"roar!"

The spinal dragon within Wang Dao's body seemed to possess its own consciousness, trembling violently as a current instantly coursed through its entire body.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and it seemed as if two great suns were burning in his pupils.

There was no time to think; the body reacted faster than the brain.

The boulder beneath Wang Dao's feet suddenly shattered, and his entire body twisted wildly in a way that defied human anatomy, his spine contorting wildly, his upper body collapsing and shifting rapidly to the side and forward without warning.

"laugh!"

A chillingly sharp blade grazed his scalp.

A few strands of long, black hair were silently severed by the sword energy, drifting in the air, and before they even hit the ground, they were pulverized by the remaining sword intent.

A chilling aura of death brushed against my scalp, raising goosebumps. Cold sweat instantly soaked my back, only to evaporate in the next second due to the intense heat.

A matter of life and death!

There was no fear in Wang Dao's eyes, only the rage of a wild beast.

Without even turning around to see who it was, he used the momentum of his collapsing body to suddenly unleash a tremendous force from his core, his right arm muscles swelled instantly, and his tendons snapped like bowstrings.

The fist intent of the "Burning Heaven Crimson Emperor Fist" within his body was pushed to its limit at this moment. His blood and qi surged wildly into his right arm like molten mercury. On the fist, a blurry phantom of a fiery emperor suddenly appeared, carrying an overbearing aura that suppressed all heavens.

"roll!"

Wang Dao roared, a thunderous sound emanating from the surging of his blood and qi.

Without turning his head, he threw a punch with his backhand, carrying the thousands of fiery evil energies he had just devoured, and slammed it fiercely into the void behind him.

The punch came too fast and too fiercely, like a meteor from the sky crashing down with world-destroying fire, giving the man in black no chance to breathe or retreat.

His assassin instincts made him want to turn into a shadow and escape, but the domineering fist intent was like an invisible shackle, compressing the air within a radius of several feet into a sticky, iron-like substance.

"There's no way to retreat!"

The man in black's pupils contracted sharply, and the spirit sword in his hand, originally used to reap lives, was now forced to transform into a shield.

He flicked his wrist wildly, the sword blade slicing countless gruesome afterimages in mid-air.

"Mysterious Yin Sword Curtain!"

Layer upon layer of sword light intertwined to form a chilling net, attempting to trap the fist burning with dark golden flames.

"boom!"

The moment the fist struck the sword net, there was no stalemate.

That sharp sword light, capable of cutting through gold and jade, was as fragile as withered autumn leaves in the face of Wang Dao's tyrannical physical strength.

The crimson fist energy surged straight in, shattering the countless sword shadows with unstoppable force, and finally crashed heavily onto the spine of the magical longsword.

"clang--!"

A piercing clang of metal clashing rang out, and the man in black felt an overwhelming force surge through his arms from the hilt of his sword, causing his hands to split open and blood to spurt out.

"puff!"

The man in black felt a sweet taste in his throat, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. His feet plowed two deep furrows in the hard rock, and he slid for dozens of meters before finally coming to a stop.

Beneath the mask, crimson blood dripped down his chin.

He looked up, and his once cold eyes were now filled with disbelief and horror.

"This is a Dragon Spine Realm cultivator?! What Dragon Spine Realm cultivator could shatter my protective sword aura with a single punch?!"

The man in black roared inwardly, his internal organs shifting from the aftershock of that punch, the searing pain causing his sword-wielding hand to tremble slightly.

Before he could catch his breath, a god-like figure emerged from the sweltering heat ahead, shattering the rocks and pressing forward once more.

Wang Dao took a step forward, and the lava beneath his feet exploded three zhang high.

Since the other party came for him, these professional assassins must already know his identity, which means it's a fight to the death.

"Trying to kill me? You think you can take orders from the Hall of Rebirth with something so weak?"

A mocking sneer played on Wang Dao's lips. The crimson fire energy that had been swirling around him suddenly transformed into a vast and heavy aura.

His muscles were bulging all over his body, and his spine, like a dragon, let out a low growl as if it were carrying an ancient divine mountain on its back.

Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist!

"Boom!"

As the punch was raised, the surrounding air seemed to instantly gain immense weight. The man in black felt a darkness descend upon him, and a suffocating sense of oppression descended upon him, sealing off all his escape routes.

"Damn it! This little bastard has been playing dumb all along!"

A strong sense of regret rose in the man in black's heart. This was no fat sheep at all; it was clearly a Tyrannosaurus Rex in sheep's clothing.

For an assassin, being forced to confront a physical cultivator head-on is the beginning of a nightmare.

"Let's give it our all!"

The man in black cursed angrily. The life-or-death crisis had ignited his ferocity. Since his escape route was cut off, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

His spirit sword emitted a piercing whistle, and instead of retreating, he advanced, transforming into a streak of gray light as he charged headlong into the descending humanoid mountain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In just a few breaths, the two had already exchanged several blows.

With each collision, the man in black felt as if he had crashed into an indestructible piece of divine iron. His spirit sword groaned incessantly, and his tiger's mouth was already a bloody mess.

Wang Dao's punches grew heavier and heavier, each strike carrying an overwhelming force that forced him to retreat step by step, his blood churning.

"We can't delay any longer, or this monster will beat us to death!"

A resolute madness flashed in the man's eyes. He bit his tongue hard and spat a mouthful of blood onto the spirit sword.

"Buzz!"

The originally silver-white sword instantly turned blood red, and a nauseating stench of blood rose into the sky.

"Killing Sword Path: Asura Slash!"

The man in black roared and swung his sword.

As the sword was swung, the surrounding churning magma seemed to freeze in that instant.

The world seemed to be filled with only this terrifying red light, a sword intent born purely for slaughter, carrying a terrifying illusion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piercing straight for Wang Dao's brow.

The sheer purity of this killing intent caused even Wang Dao's spiritual world to tremble slightly, as if he could see countless wronged souls roaring.

"That's interesting, but not enough!"

Facing this deadly sword strike, Wang Dao showed no sign of retreat; instead, his eyes blazed with an even more intense fighting spirit.

Ignoring everything else, he let the murderous intent assault his mind, and with a sudden stomp of his foot, the entire boulder collapsed with a deafening roar.

"Smash it for me!"

Wang Dao leaped high into the air, clasped his fists together, like an ancient giant raising a divine mountain and smashing it down on the crimson sword light.

"boom--!"

It was as if an entire ancient divine mountain had fallen from the heavens to the mortal realm, crashing down heavily.

The fierce, blood-red sword light, which embodied the assassin's life's energy and spirit, shattered instantly before Wang Dao's clasped fists. It was like a fragile layer of blood-red glass.

The core of the Killing Sword Way lies in attacking the mind with killing intent and destroying the body with sword energy.

However, the terrifying illusion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood that rushed into Wang Dao's spiritual world was instantly washed away by the warm and clear light emanating from the Purple Dragon Pattern Pendant, failing to shake him in the slightest.

The sharp sword energy that scattered and was powerful enough to pierce through metal suddenly shone brightly on Wang Dao's body the moment it touched his skin, rippling out like waves.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The countless sword energies slashed at the flowing precious light, stirring up wisps of green smoke.

That murderous aura, sharp enough to pierce through metal and stone, dissipated like snow melting in the blazing sun the moment it touched the radiant armor. It could only stir up a few insignificant ripples on the surface of the armor, and could not touch Wang Dao's skin at all.

At the same time, the domineering fist, after shattering the sword light, still had momentum and slammed into the black-clad assassin's chest through the still groaning spirit sword.

"Click...click..."

The assassin in black was like a stone struck by a giant hammer; he was sent flying backward at an even greater speed, embedding himself heavily in the distant mountain wall and creating a large, human-shaped crater.

The spirit sword in his hand flew out and landed diagonally in the ground not far away, its blade trembling violently.

Wang Dao slowly withdrew his fist. He stretched his muscles and bones, and his joints crackled and popped. The heavy, mountain-like aura around him slowly receded into his body.

He looked down at his unharmed chest and walked step by step toward the human-shaped pit.

In the pit, the assassin in black had become a pile of mud, his chest completely collapsed, only exhaling and not inhaling, his eyes, visible through the gaps in his mask, were filled with horror.

Wang Dao walked to the edge of the pit, looked down at him, and asked, "Who placed the order?"

The assassin in black made a hissing sound of blood and froth coming from his throat, and with his last ounce of strength, he sneered intermittently:

"Kill...the people of the Hall of Rebirth...no one in heaven or on earth can save you..."

"Just wait... soon... someone will come looking for you..."

"Really? Then I'll wait."

Wang Dao's eyes turned cold, and he was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore.

He raised his foot and stomped heavily on the assassin's head.

"Bang!"

Red and white things splashed everywhere.

Wang Dao walked forward expressionlessly, pulled out the spirit sword stuck in the ground. It was quite heavy in his hand, and the blade exuded a chilling aura, making it a decent spirit weapon.

He casually tossed it into his storage ring and then took the other person's storage magic item from the corpse.

After doing all this, he picked up the silver mask that had rolled to the side.

The mask was intact and had a cold texture.

He slowly placed the mask on his face, and it fit perfectly.

"The Hall of Rebirth... a fight to the death?"

Wang Dao muttered to himself, his voice becoming muffled and hoarse through the mask.