Master of Strange Dao

Ji Bochang wanted to escape, but it was already too late; he was too close.

This sword strike wasn't something Yu Ziqing, this clumsy warrior, performed; rather, the sword led Yu Ziqing to strike.

Or rather, it was Han Dong who personally delivered this sword strike.

The white sword light, resembling the brilliance of the Great Sun, pierced through heaven and earth in an instant.

The sword light spanned three thousand miles, slashing diagonally toward the sky like a gigantic white longsword thrust into the earth. It even forcibly cut a gap in the Gang Wind Layer above the horizon.

The Magical Treasures surrounding Ji Bochang shattered instantly and disintegrated into the sword light, leaving not even a trace.

This was a sword strike accumulated and honed over three hundred years by Han Dong, a Ninth Tier Sword Cultivator who only knew how to kill—a purest sword of slaughter.

With this sword strike, the battlefield fell silent in an instant.

Zhong Shouzheng's face was aghast, his eyes trembling when he saw the white sword scabbard and the white sword, and he finally understood.

In the past, just being near Yu Ziqing induced a strong sense of crisis sensing, which even materialized into a white sword hovering above his head, poised to fall at any moment.

At that time, he thought the sword above his head was just a visual representation of the crisis sensing.

He didn't realize it was because the danger was so great that death was inevitable, to the point where the specific weapon of his potential demise was manifested.

Had he not been cautious, he would have been the one to receive that sword strike.

What could he use to block it? This strike undoubtedly reached the level of a Third Tribulation Realm Sword Cultivator.

Yu Ziqing stood in place, slowly sheathing the White Sword, filled with shock.

What a waste, it was definitely wasted.

He had known it was strong, but to be this strong?

So Han Dong's sword had not been unsheathed for a long time simply because he hadn't encountered anyone worthy of that world-shattering strike?

Yu Ziqing stood there, looking at Ji Bochang's incarnations; they were all intact, with each incarnation having a rune shining brilliantly on its forehead.

If the true body had died, theoretically, the connection should have been severed.

Yet at this moment, they gathered together, and among them, some from the dong chang Fanzi also had identical runes appearing on their foreheads.

Suddenly, a rune on one Fanzi's forehead dimmed, and his body turned to ash in an instant.

Countless things materialized mid-air, dust, and fragments, that rapidly converged and reformed into Ji Bochang's appearance.

Ji Bochang floated there naked, suddenly taking a deep breath and opening his eyes.

Behind him, four Ninth Tier incarnations gradually disintegrated, turning into streams of light that merged into his body.

A Magical Treasure flying from Dali direction was grabbed casually in his hand and transformed into a turquoise inkstone, which he crushed with force and discarded it casually.

"What a strong sword strike. Below Tenth Tier, I'm afraid no one could withstand it."

Ji Bochang exhaled deeply, glancing at the White Sword in Yu Ziqing's hand.

"Fortunately, you can only deliver one sword strike."

His aura escalated rapidly, ascending to the Third Tribulation and showed no signs of stopping.

He stood mid-air, exerting pressure that suppressed everyone present.

Even Cheng Jing, who had just arrived, had a solemn expression.

"Divine Devil Substitute Death Skill."

There were few people at the Third Tribulation Realm under heaven.

Yu Ziqing stood on the ground, watching Ji Bochang, who suppressed everyone with his aura, and suddenly grinned.

"So this is your most crucial trump card.

As long as there are incarnations, you won't die.

I finally understand why I always had a sense of déjà vu with the Langya Incarnation Technique.

It turns out that the Langya Incarnation Technique borrowed from the Dharma Method of the Yin Devil.

Its core has always been a method of the Devil.

The Langya Incarnation Technique was, and its derived false body substitute death, was likewise.

You are both the chief director and Ji Bochang."

"That's right." Ji Bochang suppressed everyone present with sheer power, remaining a distance from the Peak of Three Tribulations Realm, yet not particularly far.

Had he not lost those Ninth Tier incarnations, his power, though not forcibly reaching the Tenth Tier, would far surpass typical Ninth Tier.

However, even with the current power, it was enough for his purposes.

He suppressed with one hand and flicked with a finger, a point of power instantly hitting Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing's form turned into an afterimage, flying backward and leaving a furrow stretching dozens of miles on the ground.

But Ji Bochang frowned slightly, looking toward the end of that furrow.

Within the vast pit, terrifying power was like an impending volcano, suppressed and yet to erupt.

The rumbling sound thundered, and Ji Bochang sealed with one hand, instantly summoning thunder from the sky like a waterfall crashing down.

In a moment, it shattered the pit repeatedly, the rocks shattering and melting into magma. The concentrated thunder transformed into a Thunder Pond of thunder liquid, roiling incessantly.

In the next instance, a huge white tail shot up from the pit, followed by a second tail, a third tail...

One massive tail after another lashed against the thunder waterfall, forcibly dispersing it.

At the bottom of the pit, a gigantic nine-tailed white fox encased Yu Ziqing within it.

The Qi of both Yu Ziqing and the nine-tailed white fox was escalating rapidly.

Yu Ziqing's hand pressed against the White Fox's head.

Together, they slowly floated up from below.

Ji Bochang, having died once and fearing a sudden change, launched a fatal attack, his power directly shattering the Storage Bag holding the Little White Fox.