Chapter 711 - 711 62 Paper Dance
711: Chapter 62 Paper Dance 711: Chapter 62 Paper Dance This was never an equal game.
From beginning to end.
White Ghost, Mo Taoist, Joyful Zen Master, they never stood a chance… Not just the three of them, even with Red Immortal, Blue Owl, Daoist Bai, and Master of Unity added, there was still no suspense in the outcome of this battle.
The series of well-coordinated attacks that ended with the self-destruction of the “Heavenly Puppet” was indeed an impressive move.
If they had faced another Yang God, it might have worked.
Even if it were Wu Zhexian from a year ago, he might have been injured by such a sudden attack.
Sadly…
After the battle with Zhao Chunyang on the outskirts of Great Chu, Wu Zhexian had ascended to a new level.
The power of that “self-destruction” was indeed formidable.
But to Wu Zhexian, it still fell short compared to a single punch from Zhao Chunyang.
The most painful blow he had experienced in his life.
Was that beating from Zhao Chunyang.
Back then, Zhao Chunyang’s casual punch shattered his Martial Arts Saint Body.
Wu Zhexian would never forget that moment; there was no warning in his Heart Lake, yet his life flashed before his eyes—
“Crash.”
Wu Zhexian pulled out a robe from the Grotto Heaven between his brows, draped it over himself, and with an expressionless wave of his sleeve, scattered the dust in the air.
He descended slowly to the ground, coming to stand before Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master.
The battle was over.
The bodies of Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master were as stiff as stone.
They did not attack again…
If their combined attack just now couldn’t harm Wu Zhexian.
Then any further attacks would be futile.
They didn’t flee because they knew very well that running away in front of Wu Zhexian would only hasten their deaths.
Wu Zhexian ignored the two South Border big shots and walked straight toward White Ghost.
White Ghost’s body was still mending.
He lay spread-eagled on the ground, his body a bloody mess, though his delicate face had mostly recovered.
“Where did the Undying Spring come from?”
Wu Zhexian stopped, looking at the nearly unrecognizable boy in the white robe.
His divine thought focused on White Ghost, sensing the eerie life breath… the wisps of water vapor seemed to converge at the boy’s crown?
“If I don’t tell you, will you kill me?”
White Ghost’s voice was hoarse, yet it still bore a hint of mirth.
In the next moment.
Bang!
With a loud crash, Wu Zhexian stomped on the handsome face, crushing it completely.
The ground trembled and roared, blood splattering, yet White Ghost was merely gravely injured, not dead… Due to the Undying Spring Water Vapor, his body’s life force was unexpectedly strong, making him nearly unkillable even by fatal blows.
It was because of this known trait.
That Wu Zhexian felt no need to hold back; he wanted White Ghost to feel the utmost pain.
As the face started to regain its shape…
Boom!
“…”
Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master were drenched in cold sweat as they watched.
Their hearts were filled with complex emotions.
The White Ghost, enhanced by the Undying Spring Water Vapor, had a recovery ability far superior to theirs.
In a life-and-death battle, they’d stand no chance against him.
But now…
White Ghost was being used as a plaything by Wu Zhexian.
The ground echoed with repeated booms.
White Ghost’s bones were indeed tough.
After each flesh reform… he’d revert to that contemptuous, indifferent face.
Wu Zhexian was curious just how tough this guy’s bones were.
After over ten repetitions.
White Ghost’s healing significantly slowed, and it took several times longer to recover his face each time.
“So, the use of the Undying Spring Water Vapor is limited,” Wu Zhexian remarked.
He did not attack again.
Gazing calmly at the dismal boy on the ground, he said, “Taking this level of damage, the ‘water vapor’ should be nearly exhausted, right?
If it runs out, can you still live?”
“Probably…”
“Not.”
White Ghost maintained his nonchalant demeanor.
Forcing out a smile with difficulty, he rasped, “Have you still not realized I don’t care about dying?”
“…”
Wu Zhexian remained silent.
“Whether it’s at your hands or someone else’s, it doesn’t matter,” White Ghost said with a sneer.
“Do you think I’d have a ‘good end’?
When I helped Ren Shou Palace kill Xie Xuanyi a decade ago… I knew it’d end like this…”
Hearing this, Wu Zhexian frowned slightly.
He had always despised such rhetoric.
Indeed, there were a few devoted death soldiers in this world.
But White Ghost was not one of them.
The evil cultivators of the South Border, they would do anything—carve out hearts and intestines—to survive.
How could such a person not care about dying?
Yet…
At this moment, White Ghost’s attitude showed no deceit.
Wu Zhexian’s divine thought settling on the boy in the white robe confirmed it—he was not lying.
“Interesting.”
Wu Zhexian chuckled.
“Are you certain you won’t die?”
“You… can try.”
White Ghost had only a breath left.
But he was still smiling.
Stalling for time… or bluffing…
Whatever the motivation, Wu Zhexian was not interested in pursuing it.
The appearance of the Undying Spring Water Vapor was an unexpected twist, and he was preparing to wrap up the night’s chaos and report these findings to Ren Shou Palace.
The subsequent “complex investigation” would be someone else’s responsibility.
With that in mind, Wu Zhexian decided not to delay any further and was ready to kill White Ghost.
He clenched his fist slightly, and in an instant, radiant golden light surged and condensed, the brilliance from his Sacred Body illuminating the entire area.
Suddenly.
Someone let out a soft “Huh.”
“Is it snowing?”
Mo Taoist, as still as stone, looked up, seeing pale white snowflakes falling from the sky.
He instinctively reached out to catch one.
Upon seeing the shape of this flake.
Mo Taoist’s face turned ashen.
“This… isn’t snow.”
The Buddhist serenity vanished from Joyful Zen Master’s face, her entire body trembling.
White flakes as large as goose feathers were falling, as if to cover the entire land.
The chill of desolate cold swept down.
Even the golden radiance from Wu Zhexian grew dim under this bleak snow.
“Is this… paper?”
Wu Zhexian lowered his head, catching a flake, his expression growing more grave.
Just catching this “snowflake.”
A fine cut appeared on his palm.
Yes…
This was not snow, but paper.
Golden blood slowly seeped out.
Returning to his impassive expression, Wu Zhexian crushed the paper flake with the power of the Great Path, reducing it to ashes.
White Ghost tilted his head, gazing into the dark depths of the miasma.
Countless paper flakes rose and danced in the wind.
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