A spirit's self-destruction is tantamount to a suicidal attack.
Even though Young Master Wushuang was experienced and battle-hardened, he had never expected his opponent to choose to self-destruct his spirit after just one encounter. Furthermore, the power of this spirit explosion seemed unlikely to kill him directly.
This very point puzzled Young Master Wushuang.
If he couldn't kill with one strike, why risk his own life?
However, Ming Qi's spirit self-destruction was still incredibly powerful. At the Martial Emperor level, the simultaneous detonation of four spirits could easily cause spatial annihilation. While it wouldn't inflict a devastating blow on Young Master Wushuang, serious injury was inevitable.
Despite this suicidal attack, Ming Qi's strategy was methodical.
The strongest fire ring was indeed able to withstand Young Master Wushuang's attack. Ming Qi took advantage of this opening to teleport to Young Master Wushuang's side using Celestial Shift. He then immediately unleashed Soul-Slaying Finger on him. Although Young Master Wushuang's realm was higher, Soul-Slaying Finger couldn't kill him instantly, but it was more than enough to impact his mind. Ming Qi took advantage of the brief moment when Young Master Wushuang lost consciousness and executed his martial soul self-destruction.
"Damn it, this madman!"
Amidst the blindingly bright light, Young Master Wushuang's furious voice echoed. At such close range, even a formidable Emperor, he couldn't dodge the Soul-Slaying Finger's attack immediately. The powerful energy explosion instantly engulfed him.
"Dead?"
In the distance, Lu Ji and Ye Yuancheng stared in amazement at Young Master Wushuang, who struggled in the glare. They both knew that Young Master Wushuang couldn't possibly die so easily. While the Martial Soul explosion was powerful, it was still lacking against Young Master Wushuang, who had already reached the peak of the Martial Emperor realm.
But regardless of the outcome, Ming Qi's choice to self-destruct his Martial Soul meant he had no chance of survival.
"Ah, young people are prone to impulsiveness!"
Lu Ji sighed, yet a tinge of joy welled up in his heart. If Ming Qi truly died, wouldn't they be completely free? Without the constraints of the Martial Soul Oath, and with the strength of the Martial Emperor realm, wouldn't their future be bright?
"Yes, what a pity."
Ye Yuancheng also shook his head and sighed.
Huh!
Dahei, in the distance, had already rushed forward. If Ming Qi died, his only remaining option was to deliver the final blow to Young Master Wushuang. Whether or not he could kill him was no longer important.
The next moment, Xing Yun rushed forward. Young Master Wushuang was already gravely wounded. If they didn't seize the opportunity to kill him, wouldn't Ming Qi's self-detonation of his spirit have cost him his life in vain?
"Let's go help."
Lu Ji waved his hand and rushed forward first.
They wouldn't have dared to fight Young Master Wushuang in his prime, but now that he was seriously injured, it would be like beating a fallen dog. If they didn't go up, they would be embarrassed.
The bright light finally dissipated, and Young Master Wushuang stood in the air, disheveled, his face pale. It was obvious that resisting the impact of his spirit's self-detonation had consumed a lot of his strength.
"Hmph, even if I'm wounded, you ants still don't take me seriously!"
Young Master Wushuang's eyes were like knives, staring at Dahei, the first to charge forward. He waved his hand, unleashing a slash of blades. Without even looking, he took a few steps toward Xingyun, Lu Ji, and Ye Yuancheng. His hands grasped the air, and a swirling swathe of sword light flashed from the void, blocking the three men.
At the same time, three phantoms emerged behind Young Master Wushuang. They were three cauldrons of various shapes.
With a wave of his hand, a variety of weapons flew out from these cauldrons. Though these weapons were difficult to distinguish, their power was undeniable. In the blink of an eye, they withstood the siege of three Emperor Realm masters.
"The last gasp!"
Lu Ji suddenly shouted in a deep voice, and with his hands gathered together, a massive fireball erupted.
"Use all your strength! Kill him!"
Xing Yun shouted, and the star-filled daggers in her hands instantly shone with dazzling starlight. She was like a meteor, thrusting forward with her twin swords.
Ye Yuancheng simultaneously unleashed his signature move, creating a icy force field around him.
The three simultaneously unleashed their ultimate power. Even the mighty Master Wushuang sensed a hint of danger.
The sky and earth darkened, and the clouds shifted.
Master Wushuang's robes fluttered, and his presence became elusive, making it impossible to detect his presence and location.
"Hmph, you all will die!"
Master Wushuang shouted, and the three cauldrons behind him suddenly shook and swiftly merged into one. Three massive swords flew out from the cauldrons, rapidly expanding in size and charging in the direction of the three men's attacks.
"So strong!"
At this moment, the three of them simultaneously thought: Young Master Wushuang's three great swords were simply too powerful!
"Die!"
Young Master Wushuang roared, exerting all his strength to grab the three great swords from the void and attack.
At the same time, not far from Young Master Wushuang, a brilliant star suddenly descended from the sky, and within the starlight, a figure suddenly appeared.
As soon as this figure appeared, it swung its longsword and slashed at Young Master Wushuang.
Ming Qi had expended enormous effort, even employing his life-saving skill, Nirvana Rebirth, just to await this moment. Young Master Wushuang's three swords unleashed simultaneously, their power immense. However, maintaining the power of all three simultaneously severely restricted Young Master Wushuang's movements. While not completely immobilized, he was unable to dodge Ming Qi's swords.
The Fire Emperor Sword, tinged with an unnatural crimson, whistled past.
Young Master Wushuang was startled. He thrust his hands forward, sending three massive swords whistling outwards. He dodged, attempting to dodge the inexplicable blow. However, he only moved halfway before the blood-stained blade of the longsword grazed his waist.
Puff!
With a soft sound, Ming Qi's sword quickly retreated, and he retreated silently.
"...What the hell?"
At this moment, everyone was probably thinking the same thing. He had clearly died completely from his spirit self-detonation, leaving not even a corpse behind. So how could he suddenly appear at this moment?
Bang, bang, bang!
In a split second, all three were struck by the massive swords, staggering and flying like kites.
Young Master Wushuang glanced down at the blood oozing from his waist, then looked up at Ming Qi in the distance.
You do have some tricks up your sleeve. "
"You're so kind."
Ming Qi's voice remained calm. The Fire Emperor Sword in his hand was covered in a layer of pale flames, dancing up and down.