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A surge of purplish-black sword qi erupted forth—a unique sword qi that could only be unleashed by magic treasures refined with Demonic Essence Gold.
The colossal golden dragon, formed from pure yang power, showed no sign of retreat. It charged directly into the malevolent sword qi, shattering it instantly with only minimal damage to itself.
The onlookers' pupils constricted at this sight, finally understanding why legends had long proclaimed the Pure Yang Physique as the natural nemesis of all demonic cultivators.
Just now, Gui Fan's purplish-black sword qi would have inflicted severe injuries on any ordinary core formation realm cultivator attempting to block it.
Yet this incomparably lethal sword qi had failed to even scratch the golden dragon.
"So this is the Pure Yang Physique... No wonder demonic path cultivators are so obsessed with it."
"Truly impervious to all evil—it's not just a saying."
"If we don't eliminate this child, the demonic cultivators of the Great Wilderness Domain won't sleep soundly again."
"..."
Amidst the murmurs, Gui Fan strolled leisurely through the air, effortlessly dodging the golden dragon's relentless assaults.
His face remained expressionless, his demeanor utterly calm.
The massive golden dragon repeatedly brushed past Gui Fan with terrifying force, yet despite the apparent danger, it posed little real threat to him.
"Hmph, you cowardly rat! All you do is run?" True Yang Daoist sneered, a hint of disdain flickering across his stern face.
Despite his words, his hands moved with lightning speed, channeling his mental energy to drive the golden dragon to relentlessly pursue Gui Fan while simultaneously forming intricate hand seals.
Boom!
A blinding golden light erupted from his palms, bathing the surroundings in a radiant, gilded glow.
Even Gui Fan, who was fleeing at top speed, couldn't escape the golden light's touch.
"Freeze!"
As True Yang Daoist's cold command echoed through the air, everything bathed in the golden light seemed to instantly solidify.
In an instant, Gui Fan felt as if he had sunk into quicksand, each step becoming a struggle.
The golden light then solidified around him, transforming him into a living statue, completely immobilizing him.
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the golden dragon finally seized its opportunity, charging directly into the immobilized Gui Fan and shattering him in an instant!
Boom!
The colossal dragon roared past, its pure yang power surging outward. Gui Fan's figure dissolved like smoke.
Everyone froze, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"H-how could this be?!"
"Is it over already? Gui Fan's soul has been scattered?"
"That was too quick... This shouldn't be happening."
The crowd stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
This was the young master of the Ghost Sword Sect! How could he die so easily?
Even Li Qing narrowed his eyes, momentarily startled by the scene.
Yet, upon reflection, he sensed something wasn't right.
So far, Gui Fan had only used the Demonic Essence Sword to unleash a single strike.
But that demonic sword is indeed Gui Fan's natal magic treasure. The aura of Demonic Essence Gold on it is genuine. Could this be an incarnation?
Just as Li Qing murmured these words, the purplish-black Demonic Essence Sword plummeted from the sky and embedded itself in the hard ground.
Moments later, a tall, slender figure with an effeminate yet handsome face emerged from the shadows.
The crowd was utterly stunned. Wasn't this Gui Fan, the man who had just been killed by the golden dragon's charge? How could he suddenly reappear?
Without hesitation, Gui Fan yanked the heavy demonic sword from the ground and reslung it across his back.
Clap, clap, clap!
Gui Fan chuckled lightly, clapping his hands with an air of ease and composure. "To think you could actually kill one of my incarnations. Not bad, for what it's worth."
Hearing this condescending praise, True Yang Daoist's expression instantly darkened to a thunderous gloom.
So all his strenuous efforts had merely been spent fighting Gui Fan's incarnation?
This was a complete loss of face!
"Is this all you've got? If I can kill your incarnation, I can kill your true body too!" True Yang Daoist roared.
He formed another hand seal, clearly preparing to unleash the same divine ability that had previously frozen Gui Fan in place.
But this time, Gui Fan refused to passively watch his opponent cast the troublesome spell. With a casual flick of his wrist, he tapped a strange, gray-black pouch hanging at his waist.
In the next instant, waves of yin energy surged forth from the bizarre pouch, and a humanoid shadow materialized out of thin air.
It was a corpse refinement, a corpse brimming with yin energy!
"Such dense yin energy! Could this be a millennial yin corpse?!"
"Refining and controlling such yin corpses is the specialty of the Yin Puppet Sect. How can Gui Fan wield such techniques?"
"Could the Yin Puppet Sect have taught Gui Fan these methods to help him seize victory?"
"..."
The fearless millennial yin corpse materialized in a blur, its speed carrying it toward True Yang Daoist in a series of afterimages.
True Yang Daoist had no choice but to abandon his hand seals, his gaze hardening as he studied the grotesque yin corpse.
This yin corpse, refined into a corpse puppet over a millennium, possessed combat strength equivalent to a core formation realm cultivator—a formidable opponent.
Yet he remained calm, retreating a few steps before biting the tip of his tongue.
Pfft!
True Yang Daoist spat out a mouthful of essence blood!
The essence blood transformed into a crimson mist, spreading out before him.
In the next instant, the millennial yin corpse, driven by Gui Fan, failed to evade the blood mist and charged straight into it.
Sizzling! Crackling!
A series of ear-splitting explosions erupted from the yin corpse's body, as if bombs were detonating within its flesh!
This was Pure Yang True Blood!
Among the most powerful cultivation physiques in the world, their essence blood is supremely yang, capable of suppressing evil spirits and malevolent entities.
The millennial yin corpse under Gui Li's control naturally fell within this category of suppression.
As the yin corpse emerged from the crimson mist, it appeared utterly ravaged, its body riddled with countless pockmarks and craters.
This was the result of the Pure Yang True Blood's corrosive power!
Witnessing this, the others finally understood why the Yin Puppet Sect had entrusted such a precious millennial yin corpse to Gui Fan.
If the Pure Yang Physique were not eradicated, it would pose a grave threat to their sect. In the future, facing a fully matured True Yang Daoist, even their most formidable techniques would be severely countered.
Boom!
True Yang Daoist unleashed a palm strike, a massive spiritual energy imprint infused with pure yang power, directly striking the millennial yin corpse.
The yin corpse, which could have posed a significant challenge to a core formation realm true lord, was sent flying backward.
"Show me what else you've got! Today, I will purge evil and uphold righteousness!"
True Yang Daoist stood tall and imposing, radiating an aura of invincibility, as if he looked down upon all beneath him.
Gui Li remained unfazed, calmly stating, "The Yin Puppet Sect's creations are expendable. Let's see how much of your vital energy you're willing to waste."
With that, he reanimated the tattered yin corpse, sending it lunging at True Yang Daoist once more.
This time, however, the millennial yin corpse lacked its earlier imposing aura.
True Yang Daoist's eyes flashed with disdain, convinced Gui Fan had exhausted his tricks.
He had every reason to be confident. As a Pure Yang Physique, he possessed an innate advantage over Gui Fan.
No matter how elaborate Gui Fan's methods might be, as long as they remained within the confines of the demonic path, they could never truly challenge him.
"Out of tricks, are you? Then I'll send you on your way right here."
True Yang Daoist narrowed his eyes slightly, then opened his mouth and spat out a golden longsword radiating intense pure yang power.
This was his natal magic treasure—a sword-type artifact.
Just as he prepared to cleave the millennial yin corpse in two, the corpse suddenly exploded!
Corpse detonation!
Boom!
(End of the Chapter)
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