Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

The Iron Flute Immortal appeared to easily block the attack, but in truth, he was terrified and felt a cold sweat forming on his back.

Luckily, he had frequently sparred with Old Nie Monster over the years, getting accustomed to the Martial Sect’s fighting techniques; otherwise...

The consequences would have been unpredictable!

And although he seemed calm, his Qi and Blood surged uncontrollably within him, almost impossible to suppress.

So strong!

The physical body of this Fang fellow is not inferior to Old Nie Monster!

Mind you, the Nie Family ancestor was a top Martial Sect nurtured by a Noble Family for centuries.

Fang Zheng, who is not widely known, possesses such skills?

Especially the saber in his hand, it must be the Yama Sect’s heritage treasure, the Dragon Slaying Saber, eerie as the rumors say. When they met just now, my Essence Qi nearly rushed out uncontrollably.

"Boom!"

"Boom Boom!"

Despite their thoughts racing, their actions in the duel grew fiercer and more perilous.

Through initial probing, both have realized the other is indeed a lifelong adversary.

Secret Demon Thunder Sound!

Iron Flute Immortal’s Divine Thought pierced the void, causing continuous shrieks as if ghosts were wailing and gods were howling, the demonic sound piercing the ears.

Fang Zheng stayed focused, hunched his spirit and energy into one, with Supreme Yang Thunder Sound reverberating in the Sea of Consciousness.

The Thunder Sound shook,

The Outer Demon vanished.

At the same time.

Numerous secret techniques like Five Ghost Celestial Demon Transformation, Seven Kills Spell, and Celestial Spirit Technique were simultaneously empowered, raising hands and feet with enormous strength.

However, as cultivation base and strength improved, the means that were once trump cards have become ordinary.

Like the Five Ghost Celestial Demon Transformation.

When he was Martial Artist, this technique could let him overcome strength with weakness.

Even when newly entering Martial Sect, it was a significant trump card.

Now,

even if he incorporates the Ghost King into his body, for Fang Zheng, it is merely better than nothing, with minimal strength increase.

The Seven Kills Spell is the same.

Though top-secret methods can indeed double his strength, would the Dragon Gate Sect’s top master have none?

Not only do they have,

they have more!

"Buzz..."

An object emerged from the arena, shaped like a transparent oval, slightly quivering to emit Yin and Yang Qi.

The collision of Yin and Yang energies immediately triggered mystical sound waves.

Divine Sound of Assimilation!

This is the Dragon Gate Sect’s treasure, crafted through outer-world mysteries, refined over thousands of years to today’s form.

The sound waves surged like tides, layer upon layer, three layers overlapped and suddenly flourished, sweeping the underground for unknown distances.

"Boom..."

Fang Zheng felt an Invisible Power crash onto him; the Spiritual Light of the protective artifact was already dimming.

He involuntarily retreated violently backward.

His perception was chaotic.

He only managed to recall the Martial Dao Dharma Aspect, wielding the Long Saber to guard himself, already having lost sight of Iron Flute Immortal.

"Swish!"

Several Invisible Chains struck towards him.

"Ding ding dong dong..."

"Originally intended to use this move against Old Nie Monster, encountering you makes my painstaking efforts worthwhile."

The Iron Flute Immortal spoke plainly, as Spiritual Light radiated from his body.

On closer inspection, the Spiritual Light was several Spirit Talismans connected together forming chains.

Ten Thousand Talismans Return to Truth!

Ordinary people need to set a platform for talisman drawing, Masters must use their fingers for drawing, while he only needs a thought.

With a single thought, a thread of Mana within him transforms into a Spirit Talisman.

And,

hundreds of Spirit Talismans interlink, becoming a Divine Talisman.

"Swish!"

Endless Spirit Talismans emerged, transforming into Spiritual Light chains piercing through the Martial Dao Illusion, binding Fang Zheng’s hands and feet.

"Boom!"

Dazzling Spiritual Light exploded from deep underground.

The Iron Flute Immortal is revered as the Dragon Gate Sect’s first man in a thousand years, not solely due to his exceptional talent but also his proficiency in Sound Killing and Talisman Techniques, surpassing everyone in Dragon Gate Sect’s history.

Especially Talisman Technique, hidden by the Sound Killing Technique, hence not widely known.

Yet,

his Talisman ability is stronger.

A turn of Divine Thought transforms Mana into Spirit Talismans, throwing them towards the explosion’s core.

Like adding oil to fire, enhancing the explosion’s power.

"Zheng..."

Iron Flute Immortal gently blew the flute, the flute’s hole instantly sprayed several sound waves, silently merging into the explosion.

The void seemed to collapse, endless flames converged inward, rushing toward the central figure.

"Boom!"

The intense explosion nearly tore the figure into pieces.

"Eh?"

Iron Flute Immortal raised an eyebrow:

"Still not dead?"

With skin torn, Five Viscera burning, Fang Zheng now almost left with a skeletal frame, yet escaping the explosion’s range?

This life-preserving method is indeed impressive.

The recent outbreak taxed Iron Flute Immortal heavily, nearly exhausting his means, yet still failed to fulfill the task completely.

"But..."

"You are ultimately not a match for Old Nie Monster."

Muttering, once his inner breath slightly recovered, he flashed towards the fleeing Fang Zheng in pursuit.

"Friend, let go when possible, why pursue relentlessly?"

Fang Zheng glanced back, his heart sinking:

"Do you truly want mutual destruction?"

Yama Sect secret technique enables the physical body to transform into Primordial Spirit Dharma Aspect. With Devouring God and Forging Sacred Bone Secret Technique, as long as the head isn’t shattered, theoretically he won’t die.

However, in such a miserable state, recovery is unlikely to happen quickly.

Moreover,

Whether he can escape or not is still uncertain.

"The fish dies, but the net won’t break." Iron Flute Immortal shook his head:

"Your skills are admirable, but unfortunately, your escape technique is a weak point. It seems you can’t escape this disaster today."

"Clang!"

Before he finished speaking, a sound wave attacked first.

"Swish!"

A Bone Sword appeared on Iron Flute Immortal’s path, trembling lightly before exploding violently.

The intense explosion caused Iron Flute Immortal’s figure to pause.

"Self-destructing magical treasure?"

A hint of surprise and regret flashed in his eyes as Iron Flute Immortal shook his head gently and again transformed into a stream of light, chasing after:

"How many magical treasures can you have?"

"Hmph!"

Fang Zheng snorted coldly:

"If Fang dies, these things will only benefit others, so why not use them?"

As he spoke.

Bone Lock Chain, Bone Relic, and two Flying Swords exploded one after another.

"Boom boom boom..."

Even if these magical treasures were not heart-and-blood-refined items by Fang Zheng, they were still extraordinary. Such reckless self-destruction made Iron Flute Immortal embarrassed, and a deep sense of regret arose in his heart.

This guy named Fang actually has so many magical treasures?

What a pity!

If obtained, even the Great Mage of the Dragon Gate Sect could have one piece each; this guy really is...

"Boom!"

Another two magical treasures self-destructed.

Iron Flute Immortal breathed heavily, eyes reddened, suppressing the restless Qi and Blood, and a mocking expression appeared on his face.

"I want to see how many more magical treasures you have!"

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

A Flying Sword exploded in front of him, causing Iron Flute Immortal to pause instinctively, only to find it was just a Magical Artifact.

The power of the self-destruction wasn’t significant to him.

"Hmph!"

With a sudden acceleration, another magical treasure exploded ahead, and the proximity of the explosion made Iron Flute Immortal tumble several times before he could regain his balance.

"Damn it!"

"That Fang, I want to see how long you can hold out?"

Fang Zheng didn’t answer, desperately flying forward.

Occasionally throwing a Magical Artifact backwards, shouting:

"Watch the magical treasure!"

Of course,

only one out of ten was a magical treasure, but Iron Flute Immortal dared not take the risk and often dodged.

Who knows how long time passed.

"Watch the magical treasure!"

Fang Zheng shouted, tossing a few items backward.

Iron Flute Immortal followed unhurriedly, watching the low-tier artifacts explode, shaking his head in silence.

"Besides that Dragon Slaying Saber, if you can still throw out a magical treasure at this point, I will be impressed."

Magical treasure?

That Fang even threw out Spirit Talismans.

Spirit Talismans?

Iron Flute Immortal’s mind shifted, and his face suddenly changed.

Damn!

"Boom!"

A flash of thunder exploded next to him, almost brushing his cheek, as the devastating lightning surged forth.

Upper Pure Great Cave Divine Talisman!

"Die!"

The fleeing Fang Zheng suddenly turned around, charging at Iron Flute Immortal, as several Martial Dao Dharma Aspects gushed out.

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

The Martial Dao Dharma Aspects crashed into the residual lightning, self-destructing with the figure inside, followed immediately by the Dragon Slaying Saber.

The blade flashed.

The body, reduced to bone, with half a face covered in blood and flesh, Fang Zheng slowly emerged, holding a beating heart.

Soon,

his large hand clenched.

"Puff!"

The heart shattered.

The figure behind paused, the surging vitality suddenly extinguished as if the power switch had been turned off.

"Ha..."

Fang Zheng slowly turned, looking at the broken entity in the soil, drifting closer to pick up a few items.

"Your skills are admirable, but it is still Fang who..."

"Puff!"

Before the words were out, a sharp spike appeared on his forehead, followed by the silent appearance of a delicate figure.

"Tsk tsk..."

Li Yingxuan shook his head, clicking his tongue:

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; Brother Fang, you didn’t expect this, did you?"

Fang Zheng’s eyes rolled, watching helplessly as Li Yingxuan reached out, unable to muster the strength to resist.

"Alas!"

With a light sigh, a Spirit Talisman appeared before him.

Its divine light flickered, quietly unleashing a destructive aura.

"Hmm?"

Li Yingxuan’s expression changed, too late to grab what was in Fang Zheng’s hand, and he swiftly flew back.

The next moment.

"Boom!"

A blinding thunder erupted.

Simultaneously.

The void where Fang Zheng was wavered slightly, then he was gone.