Chapter 4882
Wen Nanxing had a plan—he was going to wear Musha down until he collapsed!
As a celestial cultivator, Musha couldn’t recover his strength in the world of heaven and man.
Countless fist shadows surged toward him, each one carrying devastating power.
Musha, unfazed, stared coldly at the incoming barrage.
Then, he slowly spread his palms—before suddenly clenching them into fists!
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Boom!
Strange runes flickered into existence on his hands.
The moment those runes ignited, a thousand Dao sounds rang across Wuwang Land.
The glowing symbols coiled around his fists like living creatures, distorting the very fabric of space and time—for just a brief moment, even reality itself seemed to freeze.
Wen Nanxing’s pupils shrank. He recognized this aura immediately.
It was the presence of heavenly punishment—the pressure of heaven that only true immortals could summon!
“Heavenly Fist!”
Musha’s frail body suddenly expanded by three feet. As he struck forward, the void itself cracked like a spider’s web.
Wen Nanxing crossed his arms in defense, red-gold flames erupting around him.
But the instant the attack landed—clang!
A sharp, metallic sound rang out.
The impact was so intense that the spiritual energy within a hundred feet solidified into a visible mass—then shattered into dust.
Crack!
The sickening sound of bone snapping echoed through the battlefield.
Wen Nanxing’s right arm fractured under the force, sending him stumbling backward seven steps. Each step left behind a charred imprint in the air.
Musha didn’t let up.
Seizing the moment, he raised his left hand. Nine thunderbolts roared down from the sky, twisting into chains that wrapped tightly around Wen Nanxing’s limbs.
“Thunder Prison Tribulation!”
Musha’s white beard fluttered wildly as he summoned the last of his strength. A single tear of blood slipped from his left eye.
“Even with only 30% of my power left… I will kill you, false immortal!”
Wen Nanxing threw back his head and let out a furious roar.
Behind him, the Fire Burning Sect’s totem emerged from the void—a massive black sparrow, reborn from flames.
The giant bird spread its wings wide, casting a shadow over the battlefield.
Every feather burned with dark blue nether fire, disintegrating the thunder chains in an instant.
Musha groaned, blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth. The runes around him flickered unsteadily.
Wen Nanxing sneered.
“Hmph. The laws of the celestial world mean nothing here in the world of heaven and man!”
Without hesitation, he ripped open his chest—
And crushed his own heart.
The surge of blood energy burst forth, twisting into a massive blood dragon that coiled around him, roaring to life.
“Burning Heaven Technique!”
Musha’s thunderbolts vanished before the blood dragon—melting away like snow under the scorching sun.
He staggered, his breath unsteady, as the blood dragon rushed toward him, carrying the power of annihilation.
The moment it pierced through his chest, the last trace of immortal power dormant within him finally erupted.
That lingering immortal energy transformed into a three-foot-long green blade.
Shing!
The blade shot through Musha’s back, slicing the blood dragon clean in half!
Wen Nanxing froze.
He lowered his gaze to his empty chest, where the blood-stained tip of a sword was embedded.
“Is this… the sword intent of heavenly punishment?”
Golden blood suddenly gushed from his seven orifices.
Panicked, he desperately gathered his spiritual power to heal the wound—only to realize that the sword intent was devouring his vitality.
“Impossible! You barely had any power left—”
Musha collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Behind him, the remnants of the sword intent dissipated, revealing a barren landscape of white bones.
The world fell into a dead silence.
Wen Nanxing swayed but remained standing. His chest wound began to heal before everyone’s eyes.
As he clenched his fist, red-gold flames reignited in his palm.
Then, he suddenly burst into wild laughter.
“So, you’re completely drained! Today, I’ll extract your immortal bone and forge it into a divine weapon!”
Musha’s breathing grew faint.
Meanwhile, Li Chunfeng and the others were struggling just to withstand the lingering shockwaves of the battle.
Against Wen Nanxing, the peak of the immortal realm, all resistance was meaningless.
Even if Lin Chong and the others joined forces, it wouldn’t be enough!
BOOM!
Just then—the entire world trembled.
A golden light burst forth, enveloping Kai inside the world formation.
In that instant, his eyes snapped open.
A sharp, unyielding determination burned in his gaze.
“So this is the center of the formation…”
Muttering to himself, Kai gripped the Dragon Slashing Sword tightly.
Then—he shot forward!
In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished completely within the world formation.
And then—
Rumble!
The formation began to collapse at an alarming speed.
As Kai re-emerged, he gazed at the crumbling formation.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.