Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 988 - 263: Immortal Realm, Slaying Gods!_2

Immortal Jiao’s complexion underwent a sudden change! He was shocked to discover that Fan Wu’s power had become somewhat unfamiliar to him in an instant. Such a massive force left him, an Immortal, somewhat unable to withstand it. The overwhelming power bent Immortal Jiao’s legs sharply downward, almost bringing him to his knees right there.

"You seem to have become rather frail, haven’t you?" Fan Wu’s taunting remark made the veins on Immortal Jiao’s forehead bulge. But before Immortal Jiao could react, he violently realized that his abdomen had been struck hard—it was Fan Wu’s foot, kicking right into his abdomen!

"Pu Wa!" Immortal Jiao spat out a mouthful of blood as his body uncontrollably flew backward, crashing into the wall of his own Immortal Palace Mansion, causing the entire wall to tremble violently.

What goes around comes around, and as he slid down from the wall, Fan Wu had already appeared right in front of him. In Fan Wu’s hand, the Demon-slaying Sword didn’t hesitate to strike at Immortal Jiao, hitting him squarely in the body!

Puchi—the sound of the blade tearing through weakened flesh was so clear and pleasing at that moment. Immortal Jiao’s eyes bulged, and the intense pain made him scream involuntarily.

Then he realized that one of his arms had gone numb—not because the excruciating pain had caused him to lose sensation in his limbs, but because that arm had been severed!

Immortal Jiao watched in disbelief as his arm fell to the side; almost instinctively, he tried to reach out with his other hand to grasp his severed limb.

Because, as an immortal being, it wouldn’t be much of a problem for him to reattach his severed arm.

Unfortunately, before his other arm had the chance to grasp the severed limb, Fan Wu’s Demon-slaying Sword had already pierced down.

The Demon-slaying Sword struck the severed arm, instantly turning it to ash, vanishing without a trace.

Immortal Jiao was dumbfounded; his entire being was stunned.

He never imagined that one of his arms...

...would vanish before his very eyes like that.

The vast difference between them was apparent to anyone who wasn’t blind. Even Immortal Jiao himself could sense the colossal gap between Fan Wu and himself... In fact, he was the one who felt it most keenly. But he couldn’t accept this reality; for an immortal such as himself, this was too much of a blow. He had reached his limit merely accepting that a mortal had the same strength as him. To accept that a mortal was more powerful than him—honestly, it was absolutely unacceptable!

"I... I want you dead! Even if it exposes everything, I will make sure you die here! Definitely... absolutely, I will kill you! I must prove that I, Immortal Jiao, am in no way inferior to anyone! I will not be surpassed by a mere mortal from the human world!" In a rage, Immortal Jiao attempted to reveal his true form—the Jiao Dragon! His body began to grotesquely enlarge at that moment, and large scales started to appear on the surface of his skin. His face became extremely sinister and bore little resemblance to a human’s.

Regrettably... Fan Wu no longer wanted to waste words with him, as he saw that the opponent’s transformation didn’t increase his "Power" attribute points, meaning even if the opponent transformed into his true form, he wouldn’t become stronger. So, what was he waiting for? Without saying another word, Fan Wu struck with his sword, rudely interrupting Immortal Jiao’s transformation. This strike was aimed at his waist, blasting away a large number of scales.

Without the protection of his scales, the Demon-slaying Sword easily penetrated Immortal Jiao’s body. Had Immortal Jiao not quickly dodged backwards in desperation, that sword strike could have bisected him completely! Fan Wu’s actions didn’t cease there, as the Demon-slaying Sword morphed into a blur of sword shadows, overwhelming Immortal Jiao who was left with only one arm, barely able to wield a weapon.

Puchi—the sound of the blade tearing through flesh rang out once more. Immortal Jiao was stunned as his last arm was severed by the Demon-slaying Sword. He never imagined his two arms would be so fragile, so easily cut off by a mortal. The excruciating pain made him scream out loud, and he stumbled backward repeatedly.

Having lost both arms, even his two Life-bound Immortal Artifacts had fallen to the ground. In Immortal Jiao’s eyes, which seemed on the verge of rupturing, a hint of fear inevitably crept in. It wasn’t until this moment that his rage began to subside. As his anger faded, Immortal Jiao’s rationality gradually took control.

The ascendance of rationality allowed It to experience what fear truly felt like. Being a divine being, was It... afraid of death? Afraid! Immortal Jiao would not hesitate to say, It feared death, feared it greatly, It did not want to die! It was precisely because of such thoughts that, when rationality ruled, It would reveal feelings of fear and retreat.

No way! Even if It didn’t want to admit it, It had to acknowledge, It was absolutely not a match for this mortal! Instead of confronting the mortal, It should be escaping from Its own Immortal Palace Mansion as quickly as possible, then call other immortals to besiege him! Even if Its deeds were exposed, that would be better than dying at the hands of, a mere mortal.

Because... even if Its actions were exposed, at most, It would end up imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison. It might be for tens of thousands of years, or even over a hundred thousand. For who knows how many years, the Heavenly Court hadn’t executed any immortal for violating the heavenly laws. Being locked up for tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of years was at least much better than dying at the hands of a mortal, right? 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Because with the former, It would still be alive; even if conditions in the Heavenly Prison were extremely dire, one could grit one’s teeth and endure. Just survive these tens to hundreds of thousands of years, and It might even be demoted to a God of the Earth, or a Mountain God of some sort upon release. To be honest, at this moment, It realized It could actually accept such an outcome.

But once... If It died by the hands of this mortal before It, then It would truly be dead, without any chance for a comeback! Immortal Jiao immediately made a choice, and Its mouth spewed forth a torrent of fierce flames again, hoping to force Fan Wu to retreat. In doing so, It could find a chance to quickly leave this place.

However, what caught It off guard happened—Fan Wu, bathed in the fierce flames, completely ignored the flames engulfing his body, even though these were flames spat out by an immortal. Fan Wu neither dodged nor took special precautions to protect himself.

He just kept taking steps closer to Immortal Jiao, with each step forward Fan Wu inflicted upon Immortal Jiao another layer of fear. Pile upon pile of fear accumulated, and Immortal Jiao no longer cared, It actually turned its head and attempted to flee!

"Don’t you think, it’s a bit late to run now?" Fan Wu’s voice was like a death knell, accompanied by a blindingly bright sword light!

That sword light, in the blink of an eye, struck Immortal Jiao’s backside, directly chopping It to the ground.

As It lay on the ground wailing, Fan Wu had already approached, pinning It down with a firm stomp. Because the ground of the Heavenly Court was covered in auspicious clouds, Immortal Jiao’s face was stuffed right into a clump of them.

"I think, your sworn brother must miss you quite a bit, no? By bringing you two brothers back together, I really am a good person!"

Fan Wu finished his sentence.

One sword.

Decapitation!

[You have successfully slain "Immortal Jiao," congratulations on acquiring Free Attribute Points: 71 points!]

The system’s kill notification.

Followed swiftly!

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