Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 448: Fighting, Imperial Master Shi Yubai

"Boom——"

There was an unprecedented loud noise, as if the backbone of the sky was broken!

The leaden, oppressive sky actually cracked open into a hideous, enormous gap! Ominous purple-black lightning swirled around the edge of the crack, like the twitching of a dying beast.

The shattered fragments of the "sky" were wrapped in violent energy turbulence, dragging a dazzling tail of light like a meteorite, and smashing towards the crumbling earth and the surging Xiangsheng River!

The river was stirred up into turbid waves hundreds of feet high, making a deafening roar. The muddy water wall carried broken wood, boulders and even twisted metal debris, and madly hit the remaining embankment and altar base. Every impact made the stone platform under the feet tremble violently, as if it would fall apart in the next moment.

The world was filled with the roar of destruction, the piercing sound of shattering, and a suffocating energy storm—the center of the formation had been destroyed, and the ancient formation that maintained this space was like a giant building that had its last pillar removed, wailing as it was on the verge of complete collapse, lacking only the final blow that would crush everything!

At this time, the Imperial Master's Mansion was in chaos.

The exquisite jade brick floor was covered with spider-web-like cracks. Broken glass lamps, scattered pieces of sandalwood furniture, torn silk curtains, mixed with precious magical instruments that had fallen from the overturned antique shelves, littered the entire huge hall.

The two sisters, Jiang Jinyue and Jiang Caixue, stood back to back, their rapid breathing particularly clear in the dead silence, and sweat slid down their tense jaw lines and dripped onto the mess at their feet.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of dust, blood, and broken incense.

I saw a man standing high on the remaining half of the white jade platform, with a relaxed posture, as if the ground under his feet was not ruins but a throne.

His black hair was as black as ink, which made his red eyes look even more enchanting. He was wearing an elegant brocade robe that shone with a dark golden luster in the dim light - it was already white at that time, so this was not surprising.

Jiang Jinyue was really puzzled. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked with a burning gaze: "How do you know we are here to kill you?" Shi Yubai should not know them.

Shi Yubai looked at Jiang Jinyue, who was asking this question sincerely, with a playful smile on his lips. His voice was filled with lazy mockery. He tilted his head slightly and sneered in a tone that was almost critical: "The muscles are tighter than guitar strings, and they look harder than my life."

Whose meticulously trained dancers, whose every move wasn't a gesture of gentleness, but rather muscles brimming with explosive power? Their postures and steps practically ooze murderous aura!

Jiang Jinyue: Damn it, is it because of this?!

"Whoosh-"

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly exploded! A black whip shadow, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, carried a sharp whistle, and without any warning, shot down from the shadow of the high beam, straight towards the top of the spirit head!

Shi Yubai turned his back to the whip shadow, but it seemed as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

He simply tilted his head slightly and very casually to the side.

The whip tip that contained a thousand pounds of force brushed against his flying black hair, and with a "snap" sound, it hit the edge of the platform where he had just stood, and the hard stone instantly cracked, leaving a hideous crack!

Then, several whip shadows came in succession, sometimes entwining, sometimes sweeping, with tricky and ruthless angles! However, Shi Yubai's figure was like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages in the narrow space.

Every dodge was incredibly accurate, and every time the fatal whip missed.

The whip only left deep whip marks on the pillars, the ground and the remaining furniture behind him, and wood chips and gold paint fell down.

Those servants in the Imperial Master's Mansion who were lucky enough not to be affected and were hiding in the corner trembling, listened to the fierce clanging of metal and the roar of energy collision in the mansion, and then stole glances at the doomsday-like scene of the sky shattering. Their faces turned pale, and there was only despair and wailing in their hearts. They felt that "my life is over" and dared not even breathe.

A figure fell from the beam like a flowing flame, accompanied by the shadow of a whip. It was Tan Heng.

After a few missed strikes, she flicked her wrist to retract the whip, landing it steadily beside the Jiang sisters. With a murderous look on her pretty face, she spat fiercely in Shi Yubai's direction, her words filled with contempt and murderous intent: "Bah! What's there to say to this traitor to the cultivation world? Just kill him!"

Yun Wujiu, who had been concentrating on observing, was the most favored disciple of the abbot of Zixiao Temple, and his qi-gazing technique had reached perfection.

He took advantage of the gap between Tan Heng's attack and Shi Yubai's dodge to use his secret technique to see Shi Yubai's "composition".

A pair of clear eyes were instantly covered with a hazy light, penetrating the surface and looking straight at the source, which became even whiter.

Looking at it this way, it's quite extraordinary.

How could the aura surrounding Shi Yubai be the spiritual aura of an ordinary cultivator?

It was clearly a thick, insoluble black and red aura! Countless "threads," thin as gossamer threads but brimming with resentment—the threads of cause and effect condensed from the souls of those he had killed personally, or who had died tragically as a result of his schemes, bearing a heinous blood debt!

It was densely packed, layer upon layer, like a huge cocoon woven of resentment and sin, tightly entangling and wrapping him up.

The terrifying weight of karma was beyond the limit of what a person could bear, like carrying a mountain of blood made of corpses! It was a monstrous karma that was enough to drag any cultivator into the abyss of eternal damnation.

According to common sense, a person who bears such heavy sins and karma should have suffered terrible divine punishment during his practice, died from the backlash of his inner demons, or attracted the nine-day divine thunder, and was bombarded to death, with his soul shattered and his body and soul destroyed.

But the other party is not only full of energy, but also has surging spiritual power all over his body. His cultivation is unfathomable, only high, not low!

It's like a string of code, which is clearly full of fatal errors and bugs from the inside out, but it's just there, running smoothly in a twisted and domineering manner, ignoring the constraints of the rules.

What is even more terrifying is that beneath the suffocating black and red karma and cause and effect line, there is another force lurking - the dense and insoluble demonic energy!

The demonic energy did not dissipate, but twisted and condensed behind him like a living thing, forming thick, constantly dancing dark purple demonic energy threads.

These magic lines are not chaotic, but rather vaguely outline a huge, ferocious outline - with twisted and sharp horns, and a long, winding and swinging tail, full of violence and ominousness, and definitely not human-shaped!

Looking at the horrific scene before him that subverted his cognition and blasphemed the way of heaven, and then hearing Tan Heng's angry call of "traitor", Yun Wujiu felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his throat was extremely dry. He swallowed hard, his voice was incredibly hoarse and with a hint of imperceptible fear.

"I'm afraid... whether he's a traitor or not is still debatable."

Holy shit, he's not even human, so how can he be called a traitor to the world of cultivation? This is clearly... a monster in human skin!