This change happened even faster.
With a single mistake, the battle was over.
Yuwen Wushuang stood motionlessly in front of Dao Being Desolate Martial with a pale face. Although he tried her best to remain calm, one could still see the panic in his eyes.
Dao Being Desolate Martial’s palm was right above Yuwen Wushuang’s head.
As long as he exerted strength in his palm, Yuwen Wushuang would die without a chance for his Essence Spirit to leave his body!
“How could this be?”
“W-Why is Dao Being Wushuang in Dao Being Desolate Martial’s hands again?”
Many cultivators were confused and did not manage to witness what happened in that brief moment.
A cultivator was speechless. “Earlier on, Yuwen Wushuang suddenly attacked Dao Being Desolate Martial, but…”
The cultivator paused and frowned slightly, confusion flashing through his eyes.
“What happened? Speak!”
Someone urged impatiently.
The cultivator had no choice but to continue, “However, I don’t know what happened. At that critical juncture, Yuwen Wushuang was dazed for a moment and even his movement technique paused briefly.”
“It’s that momentary pause that allowed Dao Being Desolate Martial to seize the initiative and subdue him first!”
The cultivators were stunned.
“Time has barely passed but the number one Dao Being of the North Region was subdued by Desolate Martial once again?!”
“It seems like it’s even shorter this time round.”
“Could it be that Yuwen Wushuang is so useless that he can’t even withstand a single breath against Desolate Martial?”
Disbelief filled the eyes of the cultivators.
“Uncle Zheng, what happened just now?”
You Lan could not help but ask.
She had been paying attention to the two people on the battlefield the entire time, but she could not understand what happened in that instant they exchanged blows.
It was as though Yuwen Wushuang had lost his soul all of a sudden and was captured.
Uncle Zheng said in a deep voice, “It’s an ocular technique! Yuwen Wushuang was the first to show signs of fear. His mind was shaken and an opening appeared, so he was affected by Desolate Martial’s ocular technique, resulting in the current outcome.”
“This Desolate Martial is even more terrifying than we imagined.”
Uncle Zheng lamented.
He was right. What Su Zimo released was the Heavenly Fiend Eyes from the Dao Heart Fiend Seed Sutra that could affect a cultivator’s mind!
To be fair, it was already rare for Yuwen Wushuang to be able to break free of the power of the Heavenly Fiend Eyes and regain consciousness.
Su Zimo’s fiend technique was extremely powerful!
That was because his memories contained the cultivation insights and comprehension of a Half-Martial Ancestor of the fiend sects.
“Desolate Martial, what are you trying to do?!”
The Dharma Characteristic Dao Lord of the Yuwen Clan had just sat down when he stood up again and shouted with a dark expression.
Su Zimo was expressionless as he shook his head. “You shouldn’t be asking me that question. You should be asking him what he wants.”
“Desolate Martial, you can’t kill me!”
Yuwen Wushuang did not dare to act recklessly. Gritting his teeth, he said, “You promised me earlier! You’re Dao Being Desolate Martial and you can’t go back on your words!”
“But… I’ve already spared you once earlier on. You’re the one who didn’t cherish the opportunity,” Su Zimo said coldly.
Yuwen Wushuang’s heart was filled with fear.
Su Zimo was right.
Their transaction earlier on was complete!
He released the blood oath and Su Zimo spared his life.
However, he was the one who asked for the current situation!
“Desolate Martial, you can’t kill me!”
Yuwen Wushuang took a deep breath and said slowly, “If you dare to kill me, I can guarantee that you won’t be able to leave Qian Heaven City!”
“Oh?”
Su Zimo’s gaze intensified as he inched closer to Yuwen Wushuang and asked coldly, “Are you threatening me?”
He exerted strength in his palm and pinched the top of Yuwen Wushuang’s head. The immense force caused the latter’s head to cave in slightly!
The skull let out a terrifying sound, as though it would explode the next moment!
Yuwen Wushuang was drenched in sweat from the intense pain and almost fainted.
Just as he was about to break down, Su Zimo released his grip and the suffocating feeling of death vanished once more.
Yuwen Wushuang panted heavily with lingering fear as he looked at the refined cultivator before him as though he was looking at a demon!
“Killing you is letting you off too easily!
Sliding his palm down, Su Zimo patted Yuwen Wushuang on the cheek and said coldly, “I still have a debt to settle with you.”
Yuwen Wushuang’s heart sank.
Su Zimo continued, “That lion is my sworn brother and you broke his leg. What do you think we should do?”
“What do you want?”
Yuwen Wushuang asked with clenched fists.
“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!”
Su Zimo said slowly, “You broke one of his legs, so one of yours will have to be broken!”
“How dare you!”
Yuwen Clan’s Dharma Characteristic Dao Lord was enraged and shouted, “Desolate Martial, although you’re a human, you’re willing to travel with fiend demons and become sworn brothers! Now, you want to harm the paragons of the human race for a fiend demon?”
Dao Lord Mu Yu frowned slightly as well and said sternly, “Desolate Martial, don’t go overboard!”
Suddenly, Su Zimo recalled Demoness Ji’s evaluation of the orthodox path of the immortal sects. If these people wanted to do evil or kill, they had to find some dignified reasons to hide their inner thoughts – they were the most hypocritical.
“Why? You guys want to attack me?”
Su Zimo sneered and asked instead.
The two Dharma Characteristic Dao Lords were speechless and had ugly expressions.
The current Dao Being Desolate Martial was different from the past.
He had a Mahayana Patriarch backing him. They were wary and did not dare to act rashly, afraid that their families and sects would incur the wrath of a Mahayana Patriarch.
“How dare you!”
Yuwen Wushuang glared at Su Zimo and growled fiercely.
Su Zimo’s palm was still above Yuwen Wushuang’s head as pitch-black threads spread out from his palm.
The black threads coiled around Yuwen Wushuang and sealed his Dharmic powers!
Su Zimo was expressionless as he raised his leg and tapped Yuwen Wushuang’s right leg gently.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones cracking could be heard and it was chilling!
The bones of Yuwen Wushuang’s right leg were shattered by Su Zimo’s kick, turning into fingernail-sized shards that remained in his body!
There was no way he could recover from such a serious injury unless he had the help of a primordial divine spring!
“Ah!”
Yuwen Wushuang let out a tragic cry as his face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably.
At that moment, it was as though he had returned to that rainy night nine years ago where he saw a lion crawling in the mud bit by bit with its mangled hind legs.
Everything seemed to be karma!
He suddenly regretted it.
If he knew that the lion had such a relationship with Desolate Martial, he would not have provoked it back then!
The Golden Lion watched this scene.
The fear towards Yuwen Wushuang in his heart disappeared bit by bit.
His eyes lit up once more!
“Ke Ke, this is the elder brother I mentioned to you before!”
The Golden Lion grinned and said in high spirits, “He came here this time round to help me vent my anger!”
Ke Ke said with a worried expression, “Yuwen Wushuang has a noble status and the Yuwen Clan has a strong foundation and strength as well! While your actions are definitely cathartic, elder brother, we’re surrounded by strong enemies. Isn’t it a little rash for you to do this?”
“Rash?”
Nian Qi shook her head. “This isn’t over yet.”
