After entering the Witch God Temple, the members of the Chuan Clan immediately charged at the Lan Clan.
Fang Ling conjured his Life-Bound Blood Sword, and the terrifying aura of blood and death not only intimidated the Chuan Clan members but also made the Lan Clan members instinctively distance themselves from him in fear.
With a single swing of his sword, Fang Ling slaughtered everyone except for Chuan Pu and Mo Yuan from the Heavenly Dao Sect.
The scene fell into a deathly silence, and even the Lan Clan members were stunned by Fang Ling’s overwhelming power.
Chuan Pu’s face turned grim, filled with sorrow. All those who had entered with him were his close relatives and friends, now lying dead on the ground.
He secretly felt fortunate that he had cast a Death Substitute Curse on himself upon entering the Witch God Temple. Otherwise, Fang Ling’s sword would have killed him as well.
Drip, drip…
Mo Yuan clutched the sword wound on his chest, staring at Fang Ling with a grave expression.
“I didn’t expect someone like you to exist in the Southern Dipper Region, capable of injuring me with just one sword strike.”
“Are you a disciple of the Sword Manor, or do you come from the Rong family of the Sword Dao?” Mo Yuan asked.
Fang Ling had no interest in wasting words with a dead man. He leaped up, raising his Blood Sword.
“Slay Dragon!”
As the sword descended, the clouds in the sky were split in two by the surging sword energy.
“Burning God Curse!” Naturally, the two wouldn’t sit and wait for death.
Before Fang Ling could execute the Slay Dragon Sword, Chuan Pu had already cast a curse in secret.
The Burning God Curse was his proudest skill, the most lethal of the fourteen witchcraft spells of the Chuan Clan.
The soul of the cursed would suffer the torment of heavenly fire until it was completely incinerated.
Seeing the overwhelming sword strike coming, Chuan Pu knew he was doomed.
A trace of madness flashed in his eyes. “You won’t have it easy either!”
“Burn!” At his command, the Burning God Curse unleashed its full power.
This curse, on par with the Death Wish Curse, could ignore any divine power’s defense.
In an instant, Fang Ling felt his soul begin to burn, and no matter how he tried, he couldn’t extinguish the flames.
Fortunately, the Fusang Divine Tree protected its master, absorbing as much of the heavenly fire as possible.
Regaining his composure, Fang Ling looked ahead.
Chuan Pu was already dead under his sword, but Mo Yuan was still alive.
Mo Yuan had just summoned a twelve-restriction treasure—the Universe Mirror—to block Fang Ling’s strike.
This defensive treasure, only one restriction less than the Snow Jade Purity Bottle of the Purple Bamboo, was formidable.
Given Mo Yuan’s realm, he shouldn’t have possessed such a high-level treasure.
However, he had been recognized as one of the inheritors by the Heavenly Dao Sect, and to prevent his premature death, the sect’s high-ranking members had decided to entrust him with one of their four top treasures, the Universe Mirror.
“What a terrifying sword strike. If not for the Universe Mirror, I would be dead.”
“This person is too fearsome; I am no match for him…” Mo Yuan’s heart was filled with retreating thoughts, not daring to confront Fang Ling.
He immediately turned and flew towards the exit, disregarding his dignity in the face of life and death.
Fang Ling, of course, wouldn’t let him escape so easily. He raised his hand to suppress him.
“Great Yin-Yang Palm!” As he struck, the yin and yang energies rippled out like waves.
Mo Yuan’s face showed terror as he hurriedly summoned the Universe Mirror to block.
With a bang, he was pressed to the ground, his knees hitting the floor heavily.
Despite the Witch God Temple’s floor being made of incredibly hard lapis lazuli, it cracked at this moment.
“Purple Qi from the East!” Mo Yuan roared, and a strand of innate purple energy flew from his body into the Universe Mirror above his head.
This innate purple energy had been in his body for years, and he had developed various uses for it.
Infusing it into his spiritual power greatly enhanced the power of his divine abilities and spells.
Infusing it into his treasures also significantly increased their power.
With the innate purple energy’s boost, the Universe Mirror unleashed its full might.
Fang Ling’s Great Yin-Yang Palm was instantly shattered by the Universe Mirror’s rebound!
“Hahaha, no matter how powerful your divine abilities and secret arts are, what can you do?”
“With my innate purple energy’s boost, you can’t break the Universe Mirror at your current realm.”
“Though I lost to you today, I, Mo Yuan, accept it.”
“But you’re too monstrous. If not eliminated, you’ll be a great threat to me in the future.”
“Our Heavenly Dao Sect’s experts are in the Miao Territory. Once you leave the Witch God Temple, it will be your death!”
Mo Yuan, driven to madness by Fang Ling, was shouting hysterically.
Regardless of whether Mo Yuan’s words were true, Fang Ling wouldn’t let him escape.
He always believed in eliminating threats completely, leaving no hidden dangers.
With a fierce look in his eyes, his appearance changed instantly.
His muscles bulged, knotted like old tree roots, and his skin turned completely red, covered with strange black patterns.
Boom, boom, boom~~~
He stepped through the air, each step seemingly causing the space to collapse, his power terrifying.
Seeing this, Mo Yuan was terrified and fled immediately.
But Fang Ling’s figure flashed, appearing in front of him, blocking his path.
With a punch, the terrifying sonic boom sounded like thunder.
Mo Yuan hurriedly summoned the Universe Mirror to block, holding it in front of him.
Fang Ling’s lips curled slightly, and he instantly appeared behind Mo Yuan.
In his demonic state, his physical body was greatly enhanced.
The strength of his Divine Movement Step was closely related to his physical body.
With his enhanced body, the effectiveness of the Divine Movement Step naturally skyrocketed.
Before Mo Yuan could react, Fang Ling had already smashed his head with a palm strike.
After Mo Yuan’s death, the Universe Mirror fell to the ground, and the strand of innate purple energy emerged, about to dissipate and return to the heavens and earth.
Innate purple energy was something everyone dreamed of, but no one tried to seize it from Mo Yuan.
The reason was simple: innate purple energy couldn’t be taken by force.
Once its host died, it would quickly dissipate.
Having witnessed its extraordinary nature, Fang Ling naturally didn’t want to miss it.
Thinking that this innate purple energy was similar to a Companion Spiritual Treasure, he immediately used the method taught by Fat Master to refine it.
Initially, he wasn’t very confident, treating it as a last-ditch effort.
But he succeeded in the end, and the strand of innate purple energy merged into his body.
However, he couldn’t use it yet; he needed time to study it before he could control it like Mo Yuan.
He summoned the Universe Mirror into his hand.
Though this twelve-restriction treasure wasn’t as precious as the innate purple energy, it was still a rare treasure.
For now, it could be of great use to him.
Never one to waste resources, he absorbed all the remaining energy from the corpses, leaving only bones.
Regaining his composure, he looked up at the Lan Clan members.
They had seen things they shouldn’t have, and except for Lan Luo, he intended to kill them all to silence them.
As for Lan Luo, after a few days of brief interaction, Fang Ling found her easy to intimidate.
A little scare would keep her from talking.
Even if she told her mother, Fang Ling wasn’t worried; it wasn’t a big deal.
Lan Yan, the priestess, knew he had a supreme master behind him and wouldn’t dare to do anything to him.
Just as he was about to kill to silence them, Lan Luo hurriedly stepped forward.
Though simple-minded, she could see what Fang Ling intended.
“Don’t kill my clansmen. I can cast a spell to erase their memories of this.”
“I will also keep silent. I won’t tell anyone about you, not even my mother!” she said earnestly.
“I can swear a Heart Demon Oath.”
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