Spirit Vessel

Chapter 963: King Zhuanlun’s Dao

An old man with a monstrous and ancient aura was actually hiding in Eighth’s dantian. He was the legendary King Zhuanlun, one of the ten kings of the Yin World who supposedly died ten thousand years ago.

His title instilled fear into others once for he was death incarnate. His second appearance frightened even the old masters present.

He was still slumber but for some unknown reason, Eighth was able to use his power to become comparable to Feiyun.

“Bam!” An all-out brawl ensued.

Eighth had drunk the blood of a pseudo saint before so he had a sliver of this powerful vitality. His physical body exceeded his peers. Injuries were healed at a rapid rate.

As for Feiyun, he had the Immortal Phoenix Physique on top of Buddhist energies. Thus, he was actually stronger and faster.

“Whoosh!” The four phoenixes flew out again and clawed Eighth, leaving deep marks on his chest and incinerating the flesh.

Meanwhile, Eighth slashed Feiyun’s arm with his famous sword after breaking through the Buddhist domain.

“Phoenix Tailfeather!” Feiyun ignored the wound and nearly split Eighth into two halves. His internal organs became visible.

Feiyun pressed forward and leaped up in the air for an attack encompassing all three domains, sending Eighth flying. He had a pair of phoenix wings which granted him great mobility. He appeared above Eighth and stomped his back repeatedly in the air.

Each stomp caused Eighth to vomit blood; his spine was breaking down.

“Bam!” He slammed into the ground, causing cracks to appear everywhere. His body was on the verge of breaking down but his eyes were filled with hatred as he roared: “Master, help me kill him!”

A red ray flew from Eighth’s forehead to the old man. A spark of life returned; the old man’s death energy started engulfing the sky.

His eyes slowly opened and resembled two black holes devouring light and heat.

“How disappointing.” The ancient being’s voice was boundless.

He shot out two rays from his eyes and healed all of Eighth’s wounds. He became stronger again and had a death aura around him.

Eighth’s battle spirit surged but he didn’t forget to kneel to offer his respect.

The old man’s lidless eyes glanced over at Feiyun.

“Boom!” A freezing power rushed over. Feiyun felt a mortal threat and immediately escaped with his Swift Samsara.

Alas, he wasn’t as fast so the power struck his chest, causing him to smash onto a wall nearby. It then froze him and the rest of the wall.

He didn’t have a chance to dodge against an expert of this level.

“Zhuanlun, you parasite! How dare you do this to our successor?! Are you trying to steal our clan’s legacy and resources?!”

The high-ranking members of the Gu surrounded this old man.

Ninth stood outside the mansion and sentimentally said: “Eighth, what have you done? You have led a wolf into our home. It is over for our clan if he becomes the next clan master.”

He took advantage of this opportunity to hinder his opponent. The old men from the Gu also agreed; their expression soured. It looked like they would need a new successor after today.

Even the direct branch of Eighth wasn’t happy about this. They didn’t dare to protect him since this has gotten out of hand.

King Zhuanlun’s face was filled with wrinkles. He sneered and said: “Your clan and its resources are nothing, impudent fools. How dare you raise your weapon against me? Die.”

His death energy turned into a purple ocean.

“Boom! Boom…”

The Gu members couldn’t react before being frozen by this energy.

“Break!” Zhuanlun commanded.

More than ten of them exploded and turned into death rays. Zhuanlun absorbed their energy for his own.

“Damn you! Perish!” A super master of the Gu rushed over. He wore an embroidered robe and a crest on top of his head.

He swung his staff to destroy the purple ocean, aiming for Zhuanlun’s head.

Unfortunately, the staff broke down before making contact.

Zhuanlun shot out two rays and easily dismembered this master from a distance. His blood painted the sky red.

More masters from the Gu came and attacked at the same time. Dozens of palm seals came from above and destroyed the mansion.

Zhuanlun raised one finger to perform a sword technique, killing another dozen.

“Death awaits you all.” Zhuanlun’s death energy billowed in a destructive manner as he raised both hands.

“King Zhuanlun, you must stop now.” A sword slash from the horizon destroyed his gathered energy. It left behind a faint cut on his neck.

The bloody cut disappeared as he gazed into the night and spoke: “Impressive slash, who are you?”

A slender and beautiful figure stood beneath the moonlight while embracing a sword. Xuanyuan Yiyi had a transcending aura as her hair fluttered to the wind. She looked as if she belonged in the upper realm, not the mortal coil.

Her steps were soft as she was shrouded in particles. Her gorgeous features drove people crazy.

“Xuanyuan Yiyi of Aquamoon Paradise.” She answered in an emotionless manner.

“Haha, the saintess of Aquamoon? No wonder why your sword intent is so powerful. Hmm, the sword heart stage already of the Heart Meditation Sword Scripture. The deity couldn’t be stronger than you at the same age.” Zhuanlun laughed.

“The deity is a god, no one can compare to her.” Xuanyuan Yiyi replied.

“Your sword scripture is rumored to be the strongest, we’ll see how strong it is!” He seemed eager to fight.

Energy waves rotated around him; the area rotated as well. Death energy turned into a domain and came crashing down on Xuanyuan Yiyi. The entire city was robbed of its light.

The sword on her back automatically flew out and unleashed a slash towards the dark curtain.

“Boom!” She successfully halted the attack.

“Not bad, I will show you my dao now!” He roared.

Nether gales and wails could be heard from the darkness as he powered up.

Meanwhile, Eighth was staring at the frozen Feiyun, ready to kill. He jumped over and landed in front of his opponent, not wasting any time before slashing forward.

“Boom!” Ice crystals splattered as Feiyun leaped out of his containment, completely engulfed in flames. He managed to dodge the fatal slash.

The pair of wings returned to improve his mobility. His weapon essence turned into a saber and he grabbed the hilt with both hands, releasing a draconic slash.

“Bam!” Eighth vomited blood again after being sent flying.

“This is the end for you.” Feiyun threatened.

King Zhuanlun was living thanks to Eighth’s body. Killing Eighth meant the end for that ancient cultivator.

He gathered all of his energy and turned into a fiery being. He unleashed seven tail feathers at the same time. They crossed through the air while looking like seven heavenly sabers.