The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 992 - 389: So, How About This Sword?_3

"Rip!!!"

Ye Hanjun’s fleshly body—torn asunder.

The onlookers were startled, never expecting him to die so effortlessly.

But in the next second, as King Yan’s avatar from Copper Column Hell disappeared, Ye Hanjun appeared again, his body without a single wound, his expression utterly unfazed.

"He still has the Ability of immortality? How are we supposed to fight this?"

Guan Cunyan’s tongue was tied in a knot, inwardly doubting; he, a Saint who had only recently advanced to the 9th Rank, might not even last a hundred moves.

This man was truly terrifying. What kind of divine being could raise such an abnormal progeny?

"Avici Hell, manifest!"

Sacrificing a life to seize another opportunity, Ye Hanjun this time targeted not the Nine Deaths Cicada, but the Corpse Oil Lamp.

Through a series of battles, he had already figured out Mang Hao’s patterns of combat.

To directly defeat the Nine Deaths Cicada was as hard as finding a needle in a haystack, time-consuming and fruitless.

But by suppressing both the Coffin of Sealing Corpses and the Corpse Oil Lamp at the same time, cutting off the supply line for the Nine Deaths Cicada, Mo’s "Stare of Death" Skill could be put to its intended use.

"Clang!"

The Corpse Oil Lamp in Mang Hao’s hand was devoured by Avici Hell.

The Coffin of Sealing Corpses could actually summon it back, but it was preoccupied with the combined assault from Little Lazy Lion and Yang Xiaoqi, unable to spare any attention.

Upon hearing a loud explosion, the Nine Deaths Cicada, confronting the [Great Calamity Evil Demon Curse Body] for the 16th time, suddenly fell apart, shattering into pieces all over the ground.

What was astonishing was that Mo, in the pursuit of an even greater climax and seizing the pain from the opponent, also shattered into pieces all over the ground.

"Does it have to be this brutal?"

"Two Contracted Fond Spirits fighting like this, covering the ground with flesh and blood, turning a perfectly fine Hall of Appreciation into a graveyard of despair, this is too intense..."

Shu Liangmiao moved his lips slightly, his pale face betraying his inner panic.

Is this the scion of a top-tier power? All of them at the 8th Rank, yet possessing means to threaten the Holy Saint Embryo.

Once they truly ascend to the realm of the Saint, and their Contracted Fond Spirits ascend with them, how dazzling will they be?

Shu Liangmiao dared not dwell any deeper.

Merely entertaining such thoughts made him feel that his own young master was nothing, fit only to muddle along until death.

"Truly realized the saying, ’Comparison is the thief of joy,’..."

Shu Jie mumbled, glancing at both sides who stopped their fighting in perfect agreement, smacking his tongue, still longing for more.

"You want to keep fighting? I’m all for it."

Ye Hanjun snapped his fingers, first releasing the Corpse Oil Lamp that had been sealed, then actively stimulated the operation of the ’Flesh Furnace.’

The bits of Mo’s flesh, instantly injected with an extra surge of life force, pieced together in a mere moment, and Mo’s silhouette became clear once again.

"Really really... too joyful!"

"You mustn’t die, Dai Zhi, get up quick, we’ll continue next time!"

The hopping and jumping Mo, darted into the pile of flesh, joyfully picking up the fragments of the Nine Deaths Cicada’s body.

With its tentacles and agile body, it quickly piled up a small mound, gathering the corpse as intact as possible.

"Although I’m unwilling, if we keep fighting, I’m afraid I still won’t find the key opportunity to win."

Mang Hao shook his head, his face showing neither anger nor disappointment, but merely sighed:

"In my growth up to this moment, those who could contend with me at the same rank have become extremely rare."

"You are very strong, needing only two Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits to suppress me to this state. If that little fellow on your shoulder made a move, perhaps I would have been defeated even faster."

"Not at all."

Ye Hanjun tapped GuaGua on the head, and the little one was very pleased with such praise, happily thumping its chest.

Feeling joyful, it activated "Super Purification" and "Super Healing," actively helping the shattered Nine Deaths Cicada wash away the remnants of the curse within the corpse.

"Something’s not right... Why doesn’t the number of Your Highness’ Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits add up?"

The Corpse Shura Girl, standing together with Ye Liuying and Mu Shoucong, exchanged glances, full of hesitation.

If their memory served correctly, His Highness had summoned three Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits while tasting the mammoth serpent.

Among them was a Mechanical Chimera cub, but the other two, one resembling a goose and one human-like, were extremely distinctive in form.

They weren’t used in just now’s fight; counting them altogether, Lord Grey had five Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits already. What was going on?

"Your Highness... surely you won’t let it end like this?"

"Our sincerity, even the Corpse Dragon Lady has seen it, for her sake, we went to all lengths to find ten sacred dragon corpses, our Red Heart as evident as the sun and moon."

"This one named Grey has indeed formidable strength, but what he relies on is an Ability suppression relationship. If we compare compatibility, it is clearly ’Corpse Sealing’ that fits better with the Corpse Dragon Lady!"

Elder Yin clenched his fists, the scars on his face resembling centipedes coming to life.

He was both angry and wary, his evident hostility like a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, sweeping across the land and suppressing the eight desolates.

For a moment, Ye Hanjun was enveloped by Elder Yin’s condensed qi, his feet seemed to be bound by the roots of plants, and moving even a step felt like carrying mountains upon his back.

Mang Hao’s expression changed, and he raised a palm, about to unleash his anger.

Ye Hanjun let out a light laugh and rubbed his storage ring with his fingertip, making a false sleight of hand as if he were opening a specially crafted spatial storage device in the eyes of onlookers.

However, what Ye Hanjun truly activated was the cross Marks on his abdomen.

Thunderous roars suddenly reverberated through the viewing hall. Golden arcs of lightning turned into Ling Li sword qi that flashed past, severing Elder Yin’s Holy King pressure as if it were hemp rope.

"Pfft!"

Elder Yin spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes momentarily confused.

He raised his trembling hand, disbelievingly touching his forehead.

There was a new wound there, approximately an inch deep, where the unrestrained and wild power of lightning continued to penetrate his flesh in a Savage and domineering manner.

The numbing sensation he had not felt in a long time was vividly presented in his mind.

He opened his mouth, his turbid eyes turning twice, finally landing on the figure behind Grey.

There—appeared a sword! A Cross Thunder Sword!

It hovered behind Grey, separated by a fist’s width of distance, like the incarnation of a supreme being, symbolizing the destructive power of thunder and lightning, and the clearly exposed sharp edge, all aimed at his heart, his brow... every one of his weak points.

"You all look down on the Mu Shoucong by my side, thinking it’s unremarkable and lacks the ability to protect people."

"Then, how about this sword? Does it meet your esteemed eyes?"

Ye Hanjun grasped the sword in a reverse grip, his aura inch by inch rising like a God descending to earth.

The nether-based corpses, 99% of them fell to the ground, completely subdued by the supreme pressure of the Saintly lightning, not daring to rise without orders.