Mu Hui's expression instantly turned grave; pinpricks of cold light flickered in his strangely mesmerizing eyes as he watched Shi Yan approach, his gaze frigid.
Three martial artists at the Third Level of the Human Position realm had been slain by Shi Yan, the final two falling even after Mu Hui had unleashed his Spirit Martial Soul upon him.
"You are quite capable," Mu Hui took a slow breath. "But the outcome remains unchanged; you will still die by my hand."
Shi Yan’s face twisted into a savage mask. Negative energies surged within his acupoints like crashing waves, wisps of pale, ghostly mist enveloping his entire body.
All sorts of uncontrolled negative emotions flooded him—thoughts of brutality and slaughter swirled up from him like a vortex ascending to the heavens. The dense aura of malevolence emanating from him seemed capable of obliterating everything.
Yet, his mind remained perfectly clear and calm.
In this berserk state, Shi Yan’s senses were extraordinarily sharp. He could perceive every subtle current within this strange world with piercing clarity, even tracing the very flow of vital essence within Mu Hui’s body.
Spirit Martial Soul.
This was the most mysterious type of Martial Soul. Warriors possessing it had terrifying sensory capabilities; their words alone held the power to bewitch the minds of others, and their insight into the primordial energy of heaven and earth far surpassed that of ordinary warriors.
Mu Hui possessed the Spirit Martial Soul.
Once he broke through to the Nirvana realm and formed a Sea of Consciousness in his mind, his Spirit Martial Soul would become exponentially more potent—a single sentence could drive someone to madness, plunging them into an abyss from which they could never return.
Earlier, a single word from Mu Hui had plunged Shi Yan into a state of icy, rigid near-death. Had those two Dark Nether martial artists not been careless, Shi Yan might have perished just then.
Therefore, as Shi Yan charged forward again, his first priority was to fiercely guard his mind, daring not allow Mu Hui to paralyze his consciousness with the Spirit Martial Soul once more.
"The Petrifying Martial Soul of the Shi family certainly has its merits. It seems those two failed to kill you in a single blow, allowing you to regain consciousness," Mu Hui observed, his slender eyes narrowing as a flicker of eerie light suddenly shone from his pupils.
That eerie glint grew brighter and brighter until Mu Hui’s eyes resembled gemstones under the scorching sun, dazzling and mesmerizing.
A soul-captivating mental force erupted from those eyes, an invisible storm that violently enveloped the entire area.
"Lock."
Mu Hui uttered a sharp command.
Shi Yan froze instantly, his gaze once again becoming vacant. His vital essence seemed frozen, making movement and circulation nearly impossible.
"Nether Spirit Blade."
Mu Hui raised his right hand; electric-green light shot forth from between his fingers, rapidly condensing until it formed a long saber glowing with an unholy green light in his hand.
The blade looked substantial, radiating cold light and dazzling divine energy.
Wielding the Nether Spirit Blade, Mu Hui approached Shi Yan with an unhurried, composed smile, walking as if strolling through a garden.
"Thump-thump-thump-thump."
In his chest, the Yin Orb began to pulse incessantly, summoned by the strange luminous speck within the stone statue's heart. The orb grew increasingly restless within his acupoints.
Shi Yan, his spirit suppressed, suddenly felt the strange movement within the Yin Orb.
His consciousness felt as if it were sinking rapidly into an endless, dark abyss, threatening to swallow him whole, depriving him of all independent will.
Suddenly—
All the negative emotions erupted violently from the acupoints in his mind. Emotions of bloodlust, madness, and deep-seated resentment surged into the abyss, mixing with the reason that was falling into the dark depths.
"Boom!"
His mind jolted violently. Shi Yan’s slowly sinking reason was violently shocked back to sobriety by the influx of negative emotions.
"Hmm?"
Mu Hui immediately noticed and let out a soft exclamation, but did not hesitate to bring the Nether Spirit Blade down.
"Shhh-shhh-shhh."
Where the Nether Spirit Blade passed, the very air seemed to detonate. Under the faint green glow, the blade thinned progressively, resembling a cicada's wing.
Upon regaining consciousness, Shi Yan saw the Nether Spirit Blade cleaving towards him. His heart tightened, and without hesitation, he shifted horizontally to the left.
"Pfft."
A flash of electric light streaked by, and a deep gash appeared on Shi Yan's right arm. Some unknown power was infused into this Nether Spirit Blade; it had managed to penetrate even his Petrifying Martial Soul.
Shi Yan’s expression turned to horror.
Mu Hui’s eyes widened in surprise, his face growing even more severe. He said faintly, "Not bad. This strike only left a scratch on your shoulder, rather than severing your entire arm. The defensive power of the Shi family's Martial Soul is truly astonishing."
The Nether Spirit Blade was one of the most potent Profound-tier martial techniques of the Dark Nether lineage, cultivated by Mu Hui over five years by absorbing the essence of the Death Spirit. It carried the Death Spirit Qi, capable of corroding any physical body, making its destructive power terrifying.
In the past, whenever Mu Hui manifested the Nether Spirit Blade, even martial artists at the Hundred Tribulations realm would retreat three paces, absolutely refusing to engage in close combat with him.
In Mu Hui’s estimation, though the Shi family's Martial Soul was extraordinary, it was fundamentally rooted in the physical body and should not be able to withstand the Death Spirit Qi carried by the Nether Spirit Blade.
Yet, the strike had only left a wound, not severed the arm.
—He was even more shocked than Shi Yan.
He rapidly retreated, taking a deep breath. Shi Yan secretly released three Magnetic Pylon Fields and cautiously attempted to activate the Profound Yin Art.
This was the first time he had employed the Profound Yin Art!
The six Yin Orbs suddenly exerted their power simultaneously, releasing surging Yin energy that was injected into the three Yin Vortices.
The three Yin Vortices began to spin wildly. Pure streams of power flowed along Shi Yan's arm, surging directly into his right palm.
A cyan sphere of light, the size of a human head, rapidly formed in his palm. Electric snakes coiled within the sphere, and wisps of sinister, chilling Yin energy radiated from it, suffused with an eerie, icy aura.
The Yin power continued to pour into the light sphere.
The cyan sphere grew larger and larger. In just a few seconds, it ballooned to the size of a washbasin, blasting out brilliant cyan light, resembling a miniature azure sun.
Mu Hui’s expression changed for the first time.
"Friend, stop struggling," Mu Hui uttered, and his Spirit Martial Soul lashed out like a shockwave, slamming into Shi Yan's mind once more.
"Explode!"
Before the mental attack could take full effect, Shi Yan roared suddenly, and the cyan sphere in his hand shot out like lightning, slamming towards Mu Hui.
"Boom!"
The cyan sphere erupted, scattering threads of pure Yin power, infused with Shi Yan's aura, like raindrops falling upon Mu Hui.
Amidst the explosion, Shi Yan’s subjugated mind was once again dragged out of the dark abyss by the rush of negative emotions.
His eyes regained clarity.
Over there, Mu Hui, drenched by the rain of Yin power, stiffened abruptly, and the circulation of his vital essence suddenly slowed.
His Nether Spirit Blade, which had been glowing brilliantly green, flickered erratically, also affected by the Yin energy released by the cyan sphere's explosion.
Move.
The three Magnetic Pylon Fields drifted silently from Shi Yan’s front, surging toward Mu Hui.
Before Mu Hui could react, Shi Yan shot forward like a cannonball. His gaunt frame plunged into one of the Magnetic Pylon Fields, and he threw a punch straight at Mu Hui’s head.
"Seeking death!" A bloody cold glint flashed in Mu Hui's eerie eyes.
"Nether God Great Hand Seal!"
Mu Hui raised his left hand. The veins on his arm swelled, and his palm instantly doubled in size, turning a horrifying dark cyan.
An aura of wraiths intertwined emanated from that hand. Mu Hui raised his hand to strike, seemingly sealing off the space, and met Shi Yan's iron fist head-on.
"Boom!"
Amidst a massive roar, Shi Yan landed firmly on the ground like bedrock, but Mu Hui flew backward in shock, his face filled with horror.
A terrifying, overwhelming force erupted from Shi Yan’s fist, exploding within Mu Hui's Nether God Great Hand Seal, actually forcing Mu Hui to retreat staggeringly!
Shi Yan, at the First Level of the Human Position realm, had managed to drive back Mu Hui, who was at the Third Level of the Human Position realm, with a single punch!
The punch, imbued with various negative energies while in his berserk state, had its power multiplied repeatedly. It was absolutely impossible for a martial artist of the same realm to withstand it.
—Mu Hui's disaster had only just begun.
By the time he finally managed to steady himself, he suddenly felt trapped in a swamp; his body began to spin uncontrollably again.
—Shi Yan had blasted him directly into the Magnetic Pylon Field.
Mu Hui's face drastically changed.
"Heh heh," Shi Yan grinned ferociously, but his eyes were ice-cold and ruthless as he shot forward madly.
"Suppress!"
Mu Hui roared within the Magnetic Pylon Field. A vast wave of mental intent shot in a straight line, blasting into Shi Yan's mind.
Shi Yan's charging body paused mid-flight and he tumbled onto the ground.
Mu Hui’s expression turned sinister. The Nether Spirit Blade in his hand drew strange arcs, sending waves of chilling Nether Qi swirling from the blade throughout the Magnetic Pylon Field.
He urged his Spirit Martial Soul again, constantly reminding himself to remain calm, focusing all his attention on sensing the changes in the field's power, attempting to find a way to escape the confinement.
However, the Magnetic Pylon Field was, after all, a Spirit-grade martial technique, forged by mixing negative energy and vital essence. Although Mu Hui possessed the Spirit Martial Soul, he could not discern any pattern quickly.
The rapid rotation of the Magnetic Pylon Field not only slowed the flow of his vital essence but also seemed to dull the sensitivity of his Spirit Martial Soul.
Sweat began to bead on Mu Hui's forehead. His body spun continuously, yet he could not grasp the rhythm of the field.
Conversely, Shi Yan, after pausing on the ground, was yanked back from the dark abyss by another surge of negative emotion.
His eyes instantly cleared. Shi Yan snorted coldly, staring at the spinning Mu Hui within the field. With a shift in his thoughts, he urged the Yin power within his body outward once more, injecting it into the Magnetic Pylon Field.
The more diverse the powers within the Magnetic Pylon Field, the greater the power when activated!
The field, already capable of halting martial artists of the same realm when driven only by negative energy and vital essence, surged in power again with the addition of Yin energy.
A chaotic force suddenly erupted from the Magnetic Pylon Field. The speed of its rotation instantly doubled.
"Pfft."
Mu Hui spat out a mouthful of blood. His Spirit Martial Soul felt as though it had fallen into a meat grinder; his brain was in agonizing pain, his entire essence churned into chaos, and his body's defensive capabilities plummeted.
Shi Yan held his breath, his expression sharp and cold, controlling the Magnetic Pylon Field with the full might of his spirit.
The field's chaotic force erupted completely.
The violent tearing power furiously shredded Mu Hui's body. Within the field, blood sprayed everywhere, flesh ripped open, and the eerie light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
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