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Chapter 779: Chaotic Fight

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Bam!

Zhuo Fan’s sword clashed with the four elders’ spiritual weapons, turning them to pieces. Zhuo Fan had to cough blood from that encounter, their power wreaking havoc in his body.

Elder Bai He laughed, “This kid doesn’t have the strength to move like that again? Of the three choices, he picked the quickest to die. Did he give up resisting?

“This is much better. His insides must be mush right about now and can’t use the sword again. Next I’ll just smash his dragon soul to pieces!”

Overjoyed, Elder Bai He’s eyes shone and punched, sending all his power forward.

The purple lightning struck the attack, but it did nothing to stop it.

Boom!

With a mighty sound, Elder Bai He grinned at the shaking dragon. “This time you’re going to fall, heaven dragon soul!”

Whoosh~

Black energy covered the dragon, switching from purple lighting as it roared.

“Ha-ha-ha, I see it now. At the critical moment you’ll change to a demonic dragon to disperse my power?” Elder Bai He mocked, “So what? Even what remains will be enough to wound you. The only thing great about this dragon soul is that it can change forms and only drag out its death. But I will still kill you either way.”

Elder Bai He was about to strike again, but he found that he couldn’t. His fist was stuck just like that elder’s.

Sneering, Elder Bai He’s body shook and unleashed more power to scatter the black energy as he pulled out his fist. “Humph, Zhuo Fan, your body is already useless and can’t use that instant movement. Your dragon can only stall for a couple of moments. Fighting your body might be a threat to us, but your soul alone can’t be saved. Die!”

“Elder Bai He!”

However, a cry came from the four elders. Looking over he asked, “What?”

“O-our spiritual weapons aren’t ruined.” An elder held his spiritual weapon in shock as he shouted.

Bai He jerked and looked careful to see that they were holding their weapons while Zhuo Fan was coughing blood in front of them. He was wobbling yet the demonic sword had the same strong vibe.

[What… just happened?]

If the four elders’ spiritual weapons were not ruined that meant they did not clash with the demonic sword. But why would Zhuo Fan get himself killed by doing this? To leave his soul alone?

Elder Bai He was perplexed.

However, a sudden wave of bloodlust came from behind.

Startled, Bai He panicked and tried to dodge, only to find that his hand was still stuck in the black dragon, though it would only last four a couple of moments.

More than enough to kill him.

Pff!

As blood spurted, Elder Bai He’s body was severed.

“I-I’ve been had…”

Elder Bai He’s lips trembled, forcing himself to turn around, to see Zhuo Fan’s cold eyes and bloody mouth, “W-what happened?”

“Cough~”

Zhuo Fan kept coughing, though his face was flat, “No matter how cautious you are, the moment you win, you’ll feel invincible. I only gave you that moment, that’s all.”

Elder Bai He looked at Zhuo Fan hovering in the air then at the Zhuo Fan behind him with hazy eyes.

[Why are there two of him?]

“Ha-ha-ha, ignorance is crime. You have no way of knowing all I’m capable of!”

Grinning, Zhuo Fan’s right eye flashed in three golden halos, “Divine Eye of the Void’s 3rd stage, Mirage World.”

Whoosh~

The one holding the demonic sword kept spewing blood yet vanished the next second, leaving only the Zhuo Fan behind Bai He, grinning at the four remaining elders.

Illusion!

Everyone understood that even if Zhuo Fan popped behind Elder Bai He, he still couldn’t kill him even with the dragon soul holding him. He had to lure him first.

But with the elder seeing his trick once, was he going to fall for it as well?

So Zhuo Fan set up an illusion, letting Bai He think he faced them head on and letting him attack the soul in peace.

The illusion was easy to break, as the four elders found their spiritual weapons didn’t crumble when meeting with the demonic sword.

But Elder Bai He, who was not around, only saw that the plan worked and couldn’t help but strike as well. At that moment, Zhuo Fan capitalized on the elder’s mistake.

Elder Bai He looked at the sky as his eyes became empty and he died. The two halves of his body fell to the ground, his eyes forever open in regret.

Who’d have thought a great Soul Harmony expert would die with such regret?

[That’s four…]

Shaken to the core, the four remaining elders looked at Zhuo Fan panting heavily and spewing blood, yet all they felt was fear as they backed away.

He wasn’t even in the Ethereal Stage, also wounded and surrounded yet still killed a Soul Harmony expert. The first time was a miracle, the second was a mishap, but the third one had them all attacking to prevent any more from dying.

Then the fourth kill came and proved he had the power still.

The four elders felt their hearts sinking looking into those savage eyes.

[Who the hell is this guy?]

In the end, they were hardened cultivators of many years, soon recovering their calm after a bit of shock.

They were Soul Harmony experts. How could a mere Radiant Stage prick kill four of them?

“Attack! All of you attack! No plans, just kill the damn kid no matter the cost!”

Finally, as four of them died, the elders went mad as they shouted, going for Zhuo Fan head on. The remaining Ethereal Stage experts followed them.

Zhao Dezhu was even in front, his eyes bloodshot. He had asked for this fight from the sect. Now four elders lay dead and if he didn’t get his head, he could never get back to the sect.

Zhuo Fan looked at the flood of people charging over and tightened his grip on the demonic sword. He took a deep breath and gnashed his teeth as he charged as well with his weary body.

This had never happened before in the history of time. Hundreds of experts ganged up on a lower cultivator. This was a bloody and thunderous chaotic battle.

If the Universal Righteous Sect had gone all out from the start, their losses wouldn’t have been so great. But in this chaos, the death toll only rose.

The Ethereal Stage experts unleashed their souls on Zhuo Fan without regard for their safety. Zhuo Fan’s azure dragon spewed fire that killed many, the purple dragon sent purple lightning that singed even more.

But the tide could not be stopped, slamming into the dragon soul.

Zhuo Fan spat blood again, his eyes going dark and about to fall unconscious. But he had someone to protect. He bit his tongue to wake up.

The purple dragon shifted into the demonic dragon, to absorb as much as possible of those soul attacks. Then it switched to Almighty Scarlet Dragon King and with a lash of the whip, destroying dozens of more souls.

This was how the dragon soul kept changing form to deal with the storm of souls coming to rob his life. He instead robbed their lives, bodies falling from the sky after giving out one last mournful cry.

Under the constant attacks, the dragon soul was battered as well, howling constantly.

Zhuo Fan endured the pain his soul was suffering and charged head on with the demonic sword in hand, his eyes bloodshot. Everywhere he went, someone would fall to pieces.

Another pile of bodies started hitting the ground.

The four elders held their weapons and charged at his body. Zhuo Fan wielded the demonic sword and clashed with them a hundred times yet no winner was revealed.

The demonic sword forced the elders to keep retreating after each attack, its savage blade reaped dozens of Ethereal Stage experts with every swing. No one could approach their battle as each fought to gain the advantage.

This had long stopped being a trap, becoming a bitter war, five hundred people against one man. It was utter chaos…