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"What? It's Shenmo! Shameless demon species, daring to run wild in my territory!"
Fan Buyun had some knowledge and immediately recognized the technique upon seeing it.
Although human cultivators could also differentiate avatars, the spiritual energy emitted by these avatars was far weaker than that of their true bodies. Only Shenmo had the ability to split into multiple identical forms.
This was because the true form of Shenmo was a formless and shapeless chaos, akin to a lump of mud that could split into many identical clumps.
"Shameless demon species?" Shaoyuan said, puzzled. "You haven't done anything good yourself, so why do you..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Fan Min drew his bow and shot an arrow like a shooting star, piercing through his forehead.
"...Am I shameless?"
Shaoyuan didn't even dodge, allowing the arrow to penetrate the back of his head while he stubbornly finished his remaining words.
He then turned to ashes.
"Hmph, revealing your true form with just one sentence; what use is it to split into so many avatars?" Fan Min said.
Spirit Sword Destiny: "..."
The young man was still too inexperienced.
"Min'er, focus!" Fan Buyun suddenly said.
He turned around and pointed behind Fan Min, sending out a sword qi that met the blade swung by Shaoyuan.
The virtual blade formed from the sword qi clashed with the Taikang Sword, producing a crisp sound. The sword qi instantly shattered, but the Taikang Sword remained completely unharmed, still radiating a deep green light like that of a cypress tree.
"Good sword!" Shaoyuan exclaimed.
He immediately added, "Ah, I shouldn't have said that! I've exposed my true self again."
Fan Buyun had already pulled Fan Min away ten feet as he released his sword energy.
Hearing Shaoyuan's words, both of their faces turned grim, and Fan Min's expression was particularly filled with resentment.
There was still a hint of fear on his face; Shaoyuan's sudden appearance was truly ghostly! If it weren't for his father's rescue, he would have died under the sword.
"Enough, you two are looking at me in such a way that it's making me uncomfortable," Shaoyuan said, gripping the Taikang Sword and frowning. "Can gazes also be poisonous?"
A rare murderous aura surfaced on his delicate and handsome face, and even his eyes gradually turned red, becoming somewhat ferocious.
He swung his sword fiercely: "I'm feeling more and more uncomfortable; I might as well kill you all quickly!"
In an instant, he had closed the distance to the two.
He knew nothing about swordsmanship; with a celestial sword in hand, he wielded it like a cleaver, chopping and slashing wildly.
Fan Buyun and his son were left in a desperate situation by this unreasonable fighting style.
Before long, they were both covered in wounds.
—Due to the difference in levels, it was simply overwhelming.
"Min'er!" Fan Buyun suddenly cried out in terror.
Shaoyuan swung his sword and cleaved Fan Min in half.
Fan Buyun spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura surged violently, realizing that this person was prepared to fight him to the death. Shaoyuan let out a cold snort, reached out his hand, and an invisible force swept through, directly breaking Fan Buyun's barrier. With his fingers slightly closed, he reached out again, and Fan Buyun's chest suddenly erupted with a spray of blood, his heart crushed in his chest.
“……” Spirit Sword Destiny silently observed his condition, quietly retreating a bit.
Shaoyuan looked very strange; could he realize it himself?
“It feels so uncomfortable…” Shaoyuan lowered his head, staring at his now sharp and pointed hands, suddenly murmuring to himself.
His gaze had become chaotic, and a terrifying expression gradually appeared on his face.
He raised his head again, pointing a finger; the corpse of Fan Min, which was falling into the lake, changed direction and flew towards him. He grabbed it and bit down on Fan Min's neck.
“Gulp, gulp.”
He drank deeply.
In the blink of an eye, he had drained all the blood from Fan Min's body and casually tossed aside the withered corpse.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, leaving a brilliant mark on his jaw.
He had come to avenge the original self. Killing Fan Buyun and his son did not bring him peace; instead, it drove him further into madness.
“Ah—”
He let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The roar was filled with resentment and pain. It was as if he himself had been killed by a sword and drained of blood.
“Ah— it feels so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable… kill them all, kill them all!”
With a final roar, the hatred and pain in his voice transformed into a bone-chilling killing intent.
He wanted to kill, to see blood, to destroy everything!
His gaze turned towards Spirit Sword Destiny.
In the next moment, he slowly raised his hand.
In his crimson eyes, there seemed to be a struggle for a moment before they returned to madness. He forcefully grasped at the air.
The energy surged against the barrier in front of Lin Yan Face, causing it to tremble lightly, rippling like water as it spread out.
Yet it remained as solid as a rock.
The storm-like attacks came crashing in once more.
The barrier shook more violently, and Spirit Sword Destiny had no choice but to raise his hand to support it, continuously channeling energy to reinforce it.
"Kill... kill... kill!"
With another roar from Shaoyuan, his body suddenly swelled, growing as large as a mountain in an instant.
He transformed back into his true form, "Shen."
Like a dark cloud descending upon the earth, this cloud was mixed with ominous dark red. It was as if someone had poured a ladle of fresh blood into a vat of ink.
The bright moonlight above was immediately obscured.
With a thought from Spirit Sword Destiny, dozens of Water Dragons flew out from the lake beneath him, wrapping around and binding Shaoyuan's body.
Shenmo thrashed wildly, and the Water Dragon broke apart, turning back into flowing water, only to immediately reassemble.
Sweat gradually beaded on his forehead.
Controlling the rampaging Shaoyuan required a tremendous amount of spiritual energy.
Spirit Sword Destiny sighed inwardly.
It seemed that this opportunity was missed by Shaoyuan. If he could resist the urge to kill with his own will, he would have immediately comprehended a new realm.
The Taikang Sword had clearly been tampered with by Li Ji, to prevent this sword from falling into the hands of that father and son duo, or anyone else. If it were the real Fan Shaoyuan who sought this sword, she would have informed him in advance how to lift the Curse on it.
But Shaoyuan was Shenmo, not the real person.
She seemed to sense this. The Earthbound Spirit, being a spirit, always had a stronger perception of the "true body."
Li Ji noticed it but remained composed, instead playing along with Shaoyuan in a scene of lovers reunited after a long separation.
Her performance was indeed convincing; her tearful smile was particularly touching. This level was several notches above Shaoyuan. At least, Shaoyuan had no suspicion at all.
Since it was Shenmo that devoured Fan Shaoyuan, it also fell within her scope of revenge—along with the attendant Spirit Sword Destiny that came with this Shenmo.
When Shenmo went berserk, it would kill all living beings nearby and then self-destruct.
The Innocent Person in the villa, she probably didn't care about at all.
"Come back quickly; going there is just asking for death!"
Just as they were in a tough standoff, Spirit Sword Destiny suddenly heard a very familiar voice.
The sound drifted from a distant place.
However, with his keen hearing, it became exceptionally clear in the stillness of the night.
He took a moment to look back.
Two figures were flying towards him from the villa. The one lagging behind seemed intent on keeping the one in front, but the latter refused to stay, and the two were both fleeing and engaging in combat.
"Ajie, let's leave. As long as we have the green mountains, there will be opportunities for revenge in the future!"
The person behind urged anxiously.
Spirit Sword Destiny had already seen his face.
It was indeed Xu Xiaofei.
Wherever there was a plot, there he would be.
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