Ch. 937 - Witch Race, Born For Destruction

Everyone raised their heads to look, only to see a fiery red light shooting over from the far edge of the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, in almost a single breath, the True God Sword had already appeared in Xu Zimo’s hand.

He held the sword, its tip lightly resting against the ground.

The moment the True God Sword appeared, it seemed like the sovereign of infinite swords. All the swords held by the people around them began trembling.

Almost as though they were paying homage.

Even the sword in Lu Changhan’s hand was no exception, trembling immediately afterward.

“What a fine sword,” Clear Wind beside them couldn’t help but exclaim.

The entire blade was flawless, as though it was a peerless treasure.

Light flowed across the sword body, leaving no flaw to be found.

And the sword had its own spirit, this was the rarest thing of all.

Xu Zimo looked at the sword in his hand and sighed softly.

The sword was good, but ultimately it was not his weapon.

It had been forged by the Holy Progenitor, and even the Sword God Spirit had been nurtured by the Holy Progenitor. Xu Zimo had merely obtained it.

It would never compare to his Shadow Tyrant.

Lu Changhan, watching this scene, showed even greater solemnity in his eyes.

But besides that, there was also something else, some strange excitement.

No one knew what it was that excited him.

“In that case, we should entertain you properly. We can’t let you down,” Lu Changhan looked at Xu Zimo and suddenly said.

Strangely enough, although he was just one person, when he spoke these words, two voices came out.

One was his own, the other hoarse and magnetic.

Almost like he had a split personality.

“Be careful,” Ji Ruobing watched Xu Zimo from the side and reminded him.

“Lu Changhan is not purely human. He has the bloodline of the Witch Race within him.”

This wasn’t a secret within the Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground.

Though Lu Changhan and Lu Changhen were brothers, they were born of different mothers.

It was said that Lu Changhan’s mother came from the Witch Race, and he had awakened another bloodline within himself.

The Witch Race was an ancient race.

This race possessed a very unique ability.

They could absorb the power of others.

Not by devouring, but by truly drawing it into themselves, making it their own.

And their physique was naturally capable of accommodating this power, condensing it in perfect balance within their bodies.

This was the Witch Race.

Precisely because of this ability, they were hunted across the Primordial Heartlands.

People desperately wanted to study the principle behind this absorption, to create similar cultivation techniques or bloodline abilities.

One could say that in the present Primordial Heartlands, it was extremely rare to encounter a Witch Race member.

Because they were all forced to hide in places far from people.

………

Originally, the spiritforce around Lu Changhan was blood-red.

Now it began shifting toward purple.

And this purple was exceedingly strange, not like a gas at all, but thick like liquid.

Nor was it purely purple, threads of black were mixed within.

The black-purple aura seemed to pollute even the air.

Lu Changhan lowered his sword, returning it to its sheath.

His entire body seemed like a primordial beast, charging at Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly, meeting him with a punch.

With a boom, before overwhelming strength, Lu Changhan was sent flying.

Xu Zimo’s brow furrowed, he could feel it. The other hadn’t taken much damage.

Like a mad dog, Lu Changhan flew back only to lunge again.

Xu Zimo pressed forward as well, clashing with him directly.

After a few exchanges, Xu Zimo realized something shocking. The man’s endurance was abnormally strong, and he showed no signs of fatigue.

Moreover, Xu Zimo began to sense that each strike seemed to siphon away a trace of his power.

“Such pure power,” Lu Changhan, blood running all over him, still laughed wildly. “It’s been a long time since I absorbed power this strong.”

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Zimo’s fist was already enlarging before his eyes.

With one blow, he was sent flying again.

Lu Changhan staggered back to his feet, laughing: “Enough. More than enough.”

Purple light began surging all around him.

Then, he gathered together all the power he had absorbed.

As this power condensed, his aura rose several levels higher.

The surrounding void began to shatter.

Everywhere touched by the purple radiance collapsed into pieces.

“Explode!” Lu Changhan roared.

It was as though everything was condensed into this one punch.

His expression twisted with madness.

“When you reach hell, remember my name. You’ll be no different than the other souls who died by my hand.”

With a boom, a heaven-shaking explosion erupted.

Everyone’s eardrums seemed to rupture, buzzing and ringing endlessly.

But none cared about their ears. All eyes were locked on the center of the battlefield.

Gales raged outward, ripping through the void, leaving echoes in the air.

Lu Changhan’s fist smashed into Xu Zimo’s abdomen.

This time Xu Zimo didn’t dodge or block, he simply let him land the punch.

………

Lu Changhan lowered his head, staring blankly at his fist.

Even his mind went numb. He alone knew how much power he had put into that strike.

Yet the man before him stood motionless.

Not even his expression changed.

“Still having fun?” Xu Zimo lowered his head, a faint smile on his lips.

“How…how could this be,” Lu Changhan withdrew his fist, dazed. He had never imagined such a scene.

With a crisp sound, Xu Zimo lifted his right foot and stomped him to the ground.

His foot pressed on Lu Changhan’s face, trying to grind his head into the earth.

The ground beneath had long since shattered into nothing.

“I heard Ji Ruobing say your lust for killing is heavy. You once aimed to become a second Slaughter Emperor, even to surpass him,” Xu Zimo said with a smile. “But do you know the biggest difference between you and the Slaughter Emperor?”

“What?” Lu Changhan turned his head with difficulty, looking at Xu Zimo.

“The Slaughter Emperor was lucky. He wasn’t born in the same era as me,” Xu Zimo replied with a smile. “But you, your luck is far worse.”

“Arrogant bastard,” Lu Changhan answered.

But this time the voice wasn’t his original, it was the hoarse, magnetic one.

“With true ability, arrogance is deserved,” Xu Zimo smiled.

“Do you know why my killing intent is so strong?” Lu Changhan suddenly asked.

Even with his face pinned to the ground under Xu Zimo’s foot, he showed no anger or panic.

Other than the initial shock, he had already returned to calm.

“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Xu Zimo replied.

“No, you’ll soon care,” Lu Changhan laughed in rebuttal.

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