Zhang Jue was shocked for a moment by the words, but he immediately began to laugh. “Virtue would triumph over evil? Very well, let’s see what you’ve got then.” Zhang Jue gripped his sword tightly and darted toward Lu Dongbin.
Lu Dongbin shook his head in resignation and sighed before he chanted, “Supreme Illusory Sword!”
He had tried his best to give Zhang Jue a chance to redeem himself, but there was nothing he could do if the man did not want to take it. Instantly, with Lu Dongbin as the center, the clouds from within a thousand meters radius were blasted into non-existence as a ray of light appeared and slowly condensed into the shape of a sword. The air circled the illusory sword, exposing the fact that it was a product of one’s internal energy. The sword looked marvelous and symbolized the emphasis of harmony within Daoism. In the blink of an eye, the illusory sword pierced through the air and darted toward Zhang Jue.
“Admit defeat, Zhang Jue!” Lu Dongbin shouted in a cold tone.
The gigantic illusory sword tore through the sky, almost as if it cut the world in half as it sped forward. The sword moved at a speed that a human eye could barely keep up; it arrived right before Zhang Jue in a split second.
Was Lu Dongbin really that powerful? That illusory sword that erupted from within him seemed far too powerful for one to counter. Zhang Jue scowled cautiously as he urged his internal energy derived from the Immortal Pure Scripture without hesitation; he summoned an illusory sword as well for a counterattack.
The earth rumbled as the two swords clashed against one another.
A muffled grunt leaked from Zhang Jue’s mouth as he was sent flying backward and landed more than a hundred meters away from his location. He had consumed quite a portion of his internal energy when he faced Chester and the others. It had taken his remaining power to cast such a powerful skill against Lu Dongbin, but it had been insufficient to overpower Lu Dongbin’s attack.
After all, his opponent was the famed Chun Yangzi! Everyone at the battlefield gaped at the scene and stared dazedly at Lu Dongbin with respect and awe.
Powerful. Truly powerful.
Zhang Jue’s defeat lifted Darryl’s spirit.
Lu Dongbin was truly worthy of his title as the Grandmaster of Daoism; he had defeated a man as loathsome as Zhang Jue so effortlessly.
“Zhang Jue!” Lu Dongbin hovered in mid-air as his Daoist robe fluttered gently; he looked like a celestial being. “I have shown you mercy earlier; I hope that it is enough of a lesson for you to change your behavior.” Indeed, the Supreme Illusory Sword that Lu Dongbin had cast had only contained half of its original strength. Otherwise, Zhang Jue would have been killed instantly.
Zhang Jue paled miserably without a word, and his eyes darted around as he was not ready to give up yet.
The crowd immediately erupted in an uproar as they were dissatisfied with the fight’s outcome, especially Chester, Yvette, and the rest. Zhang Jue had nearly killed all of them and drove the Nine Mainland into destruction; even though Lu Dongbin was merciful, Zhang Jue did not deserve that kindness.
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