Ch. 938 - Myriad-Desolation God-Slaying

Hearing Lu Changhan’s words, Xu Zimo slightly frowned.

He sensed Lu Changhan’s aura beginning to change.

A wave of even more violent and brutal might surged up.

Then came the sound of cracking, as if chewing, and Lu Changhan’s body surface also began to transform.

Xu Zimo retreated a few steps back.

He saw the opponent’s body gradually enlarge, with skin sprouting tentacles.

Sticky, wet tentacles.

These tentacles grew wildly.

And Lu Changhan’s head gradually deformed, becoming like a monster.

With more and more changes, he had already deviated from the category of human.

Xu Zimo could only describe him as a monster.

Countless tentacles, the deformed head, and the stench and damp aura from his body.

Especially his eyes, a scarlet red.

Seeing Lu Changhan like this, not just Xu Zimo, even Ji Ruobing and Grand Patriarch had never seen such a sight.

“Changhan, you…,” Grand Patriarch’s face shifted, asking.

“Now you are curious, aren’t you?” Lu Changhan ignored the others, instead looking at Xu Zimo with a faint smile.

“Indeed, I’m a bit curious,” Xu Zimo did not refute, simply nodded slightly.

Logically speaking, with Lu Changhan’s status in Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground, he should lack nothing.

How could he have turned himself into this?

“My father was human, my mother from the Witch Race. This matter is known to everyone in the sect. When I awakened the Witch Race’s talent, I was considered a one-in-ten-thousand genius. Indeed, I thought so at first as well.”

Lu Changhan lowered his head slightly, looking at his current appearance, with a bitter smile.

Yet with some resentment, “I indulged in using the Witch Race’s talent to absorb others’ power. That feeling of gaining powerful strength without effort is intoxicating. Unfortunately, I forgot, though I had the Witch Race’s gift, I was still half human. My body could not, like the true Witch Race, perfectly and harmoniously fuse the absorbed power.”

At this, Lu Changhan seemed to grow more frenzied.

Countless tentacles rose skyward, swaying with a whooshing sound.

“As more power gathered inside me, finally it began to clash. I lived in daily torment, only by continuing to absorb more power could I ease it for a while. But next time, even stronger pain followed. Gradually, I found my body changing. No longer human, nor Witch Race. But into this loathsome form you see now.”

At these words, Lu Changhan’s gaze grew bloodier, staring at everyone, chilling their spines.

“Can you understand such a feeling? No, you cannot. Since childhood, I have endured pain, deformity, cycling endlessly, clinging to me like ghosts. I admit, my heart grew twisted, bloodthirsty. As if only killing could ease the pain inside, and also make me ever more excited. Excited in my very soul.”

Countless tentacles swayed in the air with his voice, then heavily smashed onto the ground. A series of booming explosions erupted down the main street.

“I suffered so long, and finally found something that excited me. As long as I obtain the Slaughter Emperor’s Imperial Mark, I can continue to grow strong within this ecstasy. But all of you step out to stop me, one after another. So, you all must die.”

Hearing his words, Xu Zimo slightly shook his head.

He said, “Twisted is not only your form, but your heart as well. This Immortal Extinction Sacred Ground is strange indeed, to make someone like you a core disciple.”

“Die, die, die,” Lu Changhan seemed not to hear Xu Zimo’s words, only chanting the word “die.”

Next, a torrential might surged from his body.

Countless tentacles rose again, striking toward the crowd.

Ji Ruobing and the others hurriedly retreated back.

“You all watch from behind, leave him to me,” Xu Zimo said calmly.

He swung his longsword, the sharpness of the True God Sword beyond words.

Against these tentacles, it was like cutting through iron like mud.

Countless tentacles were severed, yet the next moment they regrew again.

Tentacles came from every direction, gradually encircling Xu Zimo at the center.

“Void Oblivion,” Xu Zimo slowly swung his sword, the intent of annihilation spilling out, permeating the void.

All tentacles were instantly shattered to dust.

Xu Zimo stepped into the air, flying out of the encirclement.

“You cannot escape,” Lu Changhan roared from below.

He shot skyward, his entire being like a missile, streaking forth.

Those tentacles brimmed with all kinds of powers.

They were no longer mere tentacles.

Lightning, flames, golden essence, ice, even storms…

Each tentacle embodied a force, with dozens of attributes though many repeated.

Lu Changhan followed close behind, giving Xu Zimo no chance to breathe.

Tentacles attacked from every direction, their various elemental strikes bombarding madly.

They devoured and annihilated the entire stretch of sky above.

“Senior sister, can that guy handle it?” Zhihang asked Ji Ruobing, “Should we help him?”

For now Lu Changhan looked terrifying, his violent aura nothing like an ordinary God Meridian.

Saying he had stepped into Immortal Path would not be too much.

One must know, most of the younger generation kept their strength at God Meridian, not advancing further.

Because they aimed to compete for Heaven’s Will, thereby entering the Path of Dao.

Only if one failed in Heaven's Will, those who survived would be forced onto the Immortal path.

That is the essential difference of Dao and Immortal.

“Trust him,” Ji Ruobing nodded. “Besides, with Grand Patriarch watching, it’s not possible for us to gang up on him.”

“Die,” Lu Changhan roared again.

His whole body lunged toward Xu Zimo, as if to engulf him and drain away all his strength.

“Just in time for you to try this new move,” Xu Zimo said unhurriedly.

He gripped the True God Sword and called out, “Sword God Spirit.”

The entire sword’s surface shone brilliantly, streams of sword aura, countless as air itself, filling the surrounding void.

Back then the Holy Progenitor used the True God Sword to open the Desolate Era.

The moves he had used were imprinted upon the sword.

Like a brand.

Whoever wielded the True God Sword could sense this brand, as if the Holy Progenitor’s grandeur still lingered before their eyes.

“Myriad-Desolation God-Slaying,” Xu Zimo intoned softly.

The True God Sword slowly lifted, and in the next instant, the countless sword aura around him all moved with it.

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