Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1126: A Form of Existence

After all, he didn't wait for the man in black to speak again. Instead, he picked up his sword and plunged the gleaming blade into the soil before him.

"Crack!"

As if it had touched upon some perfection, the ground began to tremble slightly. Brown and red fissures slowly crept up from the earth, harboring tremendous energy that even the thick soil couldn't conceal!

"What is this?"

Seeing the lava-like red light emerging from the ground, Chu Ziyuan's whole face appeared flustered and troubled.

The man clad in black in the sky also displayed an air of dignity due to the commotion below.

"Boom!"

From the first loud bang, the entire lake began to explode. A series of shocking waves erupted like torpedoes, creating splashes across the not-so-large lake!

Standing in his original spot, the dust unchanged, his indifferent eyes slowly settled on the man in black through the surging waves, exposing a cold light!

This was his reclusive way of life in Yong'an, where he went out daily to observe the terrain and spent three years constructing a battle array. It's no exaggeration to say that in Yong'an, any stir, even a stranger entering, he could know if he wished!

It was because he had just created traction that the four pursuers would be crushed as soon as they stepped into Yong'an, scattered to the world.

Now he was exerting his utmost effort to push the battle, and as the tangible souls grew grand and fluid, they would return in another form.

"Prosperity and clamor."

The white splashes in the sky rapidly congregated under the traction of spiritual energy. In the blink of an eye, they condensed into a giant hand, all glazed. Even people dozens of meters away on the ground could clearly hear and see the torrents washing over the palm trees on the hand.

Fang Du had spent much effort solidifying it, and it certainly wasn't there for everyone to see, as in the assassin's flash, the giant hand swooped directly down on the hovering man in black!

Like a falling meteor, the enormous white hand swung, the air producing a thunderous roar. The waves in its hand, converging like steel even now, were such that if it struck down, even Taishan would surely be dented!

"Let's go!"

The man in black remained unchanged in expression. He felt a strong sense of oppression, with a flicker of anger in his eyes. He drank a soft drink from his mouth, and a gray mist suddenly emerged from his fingertips, breaking the silence of opinion with unprecedented momentum.

"This is how I've handled the Phoenix Sound in the past. Since you dare, let's give it a try."

A trace of madness flashed in Fang Du's cold pupils. On the russet sword tip in Fang Du's hand, a pure black snow lotus bloomed again. But unlike before, this time the snow lotus didn't fade into dust. Instead, it trembled down from the sword tip, landing on the arm of the hovering man in black.

Those fierce eyes shrank suddenly, and the man in black realized the crux of the problem. He wanted to retreat immediately but couldn't outpace the bursting speed of the Black Lotus.

In general, the Concentration of a Basic Monk is merely a semblance, but it seems more powerful. There's not much actual power difference. Two monks with similar realms will not achieve great feats if they cannot find a genuine loophole to attack.

However, those with a certain degree of divine spirit have an extremely rare spiritual technique. Once condensed, its contained energy increases by more than 30%. For ordinary monks, it's not impossible to die on the spot at first sight.

The difference between the two may just be the difference between defense and non-defense, life, and death.

Fang Dun, the Black Lotus, is solidified uniquely, almost like a blooming snow lotus, elegant but not unrestrained! This cohesion is nearly consistent with the Buddhist Law of Shidan Monks. It touches on the key point of altering the essence of spiritual energy!

Suddenly it became clear, not to mention that at this very moment the man in black has built the foot of the mountain! Even if Leaf Fengsheng's Jiedan sound stood here, he couldn't guarantee a full retreat.

One wave remains uneven, and another is rising.

The grandeur of the previous two great battles didn't subside, and the surging energy from the Black Lotus exploded like a massive water balloon. It flattened, engulfed everything it touched, and obliterated it into dust!

Fang Dun's cold eyes never left the man in black's body, so he clearly saw the man enduring the torment from the Black Lotus, yet not suffering much harm. He stood slowly amidst the turbulent energy ripples, seeking his position to launch another attack.

"You insects living in the darkness disgust me!"

Gripping the hilt of his sword tighter, Fang Du sighed.

It was precisely this sigh that guided the man in black, unable to distinguish between southeast and northwest amidst the frantic energy, turned into a ray of light directly where the dust struck, like a sharp arrow capable of penetrating everything obstructing him!

In the surging spirit waves, a black long wave charged straight ahead, like a long splash shattered by the wind, from the chaos outside, carving out a path for itself, never extending into the dust before.

"Here it is!"

Fang Dun's heart suddenly embraced a sense of satisfaction, and his indifferent face finally revealed a feeling of relief. From afar, he gazed at the place where Ye Fengsheng stood, the short sword in his hand transforming into a ray of light, cutting through chaos, and landing in front of Ye Fengsheng.

"Buzz!"

The trembling of the blade transmitted into the eardrum. Upon seeing that russet dagger, Ye Fengsheng's heart trembled instantly. Having lived together for many years, when he first saw this sword, he understood Fang Du's decision.

"Fang Dun, you're too ruthless, so today I'll cut you down first and then collect the corpse of the Phoenix Sound!"

The gray blade flickered past, and at the same time, a hysterical voice emanated from the man in black's mouth: "I'll turn your corpse into the world's only puppet!" In the future, when I face enemies, you will be my casual puppet!

But from this angle, we can know that this person, though in deep meditation, has already crossed the warning line and entered the Ghost Road! Even in ghost practice, it is the most disgusting! Because they turn others' bones into their puppets! In the future, during mutual battles, you can control at will!

Imagine the brutality of survivors battling fallen family and friends.

"That's it."

Let that gray blade strike his shoulder, Fang Du gripped the long knife embedded in his skeleton, but the voice from his mouth remained unwavering, as if it resonated deeply with the blade, now cleaving into others.

The man in black stared fiercely at Fang Du's face and said, "Since you wish for death, I'll help you achieve it!"

As he spoke, the long knife deeply inserted into the skeleton, wriggling further into Fang Du's skin and flesh.

He watched the person before him, letting the blood flow below, then said, "Damn, you shouldn't be like this.

"As I said, just like this."

The suppressed voice emerged from Fang Du's throat, and the light on the ground began to flicker, stinging everyone's eyes.

With the wave of Fang Du's palm, countless dazzling lights surrounded his palm, condensing into a galaxy, generally making it impossible to directly view the starry sky.

In others' eyes, Fang Du at this moment was like a magician pulling lights. He gathered these bright lights together, ultimately forming a vast galaxy.