Chapter 1096: Chapter 590: Star Alliance Genius’s Allegiance! Jiang Shu’s Secret!

Quickly leave, don’t linger!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

To cultivate to such a realm, every prodigy has the hope of becoming an esteemed figure.

How could they let themselves fall here.

In just a moment, the prodigies of various races swiftly retreated from the battlefield.

Soon, only Jiang Shu and the trapped Ming Wuya were left in Mirror Abyss, along with the Supreme Genius from Star Pavilion watching from afar.

The rules of Star Pavilion didn’t allow him to easily interfere in such a conflict.

Ming Wuya saw this, his pale face twisted into a grimace. He didn’t expect his carefully orchestrated scenario to be dismantled by Jiang Shu with just a few words.

"The master was right,"

His voice became even more hoarse and unpleasant, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"You are indeed a variable."

Jiang Shu’s eyes narrowed, then he lightly laughed: "Finally acknowledged it?"

Ming Wuya did not answer, what he said earlier was conveyed through a secret technique that only Jiang Shu could hear.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the Bone Spear.

That blood wasn’t red, but a viscous dark blue liquid, emitting a nauseating and decaying aura.

"Nine Nether Yellow Springs."

With a fierce shout, Ming Wuya’s skin cracked inch by inch, revealing dark blue muscles underneath.

Those muscles wriggled like living creatures, rapidly breaking the gray net.

His form rose to a height of three zhang, curved horns grew on his head, and his spine pierced through the flesh on his back, forming segments of bone whips.

This is the true form of the Netherworld Clan.

Abandon everything from before, using death as the power of the Yellow Springs Body!

This is the forbidden Great Technique of the Netherworld Clan.

After transforming, Ming Wuya’s speed was so fast that even afterimages couldn’t be seen, the Bone Spear carried a piercing shriek as it stabbed towards Jiang Shu’s heart, wherever the spear tip passed, the space shattered like glass.

Jiang Shu was not flustered, the Desolate Star Halberd drew a perfect circle in front of him.

The circle rapidly expanded, forming a space shield.

More strangely, countless tiny mirrors appeared on the surface of the shield, each reflecting Ming Wuya’s transformed grotesque appearance.

"Mirror Abyss is my domain."

At the moment the Bone Spear struck the shield, every "Ming Wuya" in the mirrors simultaneously took action, countless spear shadows stabbing towards the body from different angles!

This was a Great Technique that Jiang Shu created by combining the Heart of Space and the characteristics of the Mirror Abyss, but with his current realm, once he stepped out of Mirror Abyss, due to unfamiliarity with Space Law, it would fail and might even backfire on him.

"Puff puff puff!"

Despite his increased defense after transformation, Ming Wuya still couldn’t cope with the attacks from all directions.

Soon, he had more than a dozen bloody holes on his body, dark blue liquid gushing out.

"Impossible!"

He roared, wildly swinging the Bone Spear.

"I clearly have..."

"Have what?"

Jiang Shu suddenly appeared behind him, his voice cold.

"Used your trump card?"

The Desolate Star Halberd stabbed into Ming Wuya’s back heart unceremoniously, the gray mist wrapped around the halberd tip instantly invaded his body.

The fierce collision between Taichu Dao Rhyme and Netherworld Energy produced a grating sizzle.

"Ah!"

Ming Wuya let out an inhuman scream, his massive body quickly shrank, reverting to its original size.

He knelt on one knee, relying on the Bone Spear to keep from falling.

Jiang Shu stepped forward, looking down at him and said, "Tell me the plan of the people in black robes, I can give you a quick death."

Ming Wuya raised his head, the flickering fires weak in his pitch-black pupils.

But he curled his mouth into a sinister arc, his voice weak.

"You think this is the end?"

He suddenly crushed a bone fragment on his chest, dense black fog exploded, enveloping the entire Mirror Abyss.

Jiang Shu retreated with caution, Taichu Dao Rhyme formed a shield on his body.

When the black fog dispersed, Ming Wuya was already gone, only a few drops of dark blue blood and a piece of mechanical fragment on the ground testified that he had been here.

The Supreme Genius from Star Pavilion then stepped forward, looking at Jiang Shu.

"I recognize the aura of that black fog!"

"Ming Wuya is from the Doomsday Sect, indeed, all this is the conspiracy of the Doomsday Sect. I will inform Star Pavilion to clear Brother Jiang’s name."

He came not to intimidate Jiang Shu.

But to witness this battle and know the truth.

Now the truth is clear, naturally his purpose is achieved.

"Did he just escape?"

Jiang Shu picked up the fragment of the machine, silver-blue light flickering in his eyes.

"No, it’s a distress signal."

He looked into a certain place in the void, his eyes serious.

"It seems our friends from the Netherworld Clan have accomplices nearby."

The shattered space of Mirror Abyss slowly healed behind Jiang Shu, the white-robed young man of Star Pavilion did not leave with the others.

He had a turtle shell suspended on his fingertips, with faint golden mist seeping out from its cracks.

"Star Pavilion’s Mo Qiye."

Mo Qiye traced his finger in the void, the turtle shell scattering three intersecting light marks in the void.

"This is the Three Talents Determine Fortune and Misfortune, but today it only yields a piece of chaos."

"That’s why I came."

Compared to other experts of Star Pavilion, Mo Qiye early on comprehended a trace of the Destiny Law, every divination always yielded something.

But this time, before following Ming Wuya here, he did a divination for Ming Wuya, but it returned chaos.

This was unprecedented.

At first, Mo Qiye thought that Ming Wuya had some secret technique to block Heavenly Secret, but when he divined others, it was the same, which meant they didn’t possess such a secret technique.

It’s Jiang Shu in front.

On Jiang Shu, there is definitely great fortune!

Mo Qiye’s eyes burned brightly.

The Star Pavilion he belonged to held a very special status.

On one hand, they could glimpse a corner of the future, divining fortune and misfortune, respected and praised by all, but on the other hand, due to the cultivation method of Star Pavilion, focusing on derivation, their combat strength is far inferior to other cultivators of the same realm.