This spear should have hit its mark, slanting in from the side and aiming for Ji Chang's back.
The latter seemed to sense the danger and the Demon God was startled, wanting to dodge, but he couldn't control his body at this point. All his strength was used in the forward charge.
"No, this isn't my body, why am I running?"
The Demon God had a thought and chuckled inwardly.
It had been too long since he had controlled a physical form, but his danger sense was still intact, and he hadn't quite recovered.
Something was about to attack him; let it come. As long as it didn't delay his breaking of the formation.
"Hmm?"
But then, the Demon God sensed an extremely cold aura that seemed to freeze his body.
The next moment, Ji Chang's pupils contracted sharply.
...
"I'm convinced."
The person in the Heavenly Palace shook his head. There was no need to watch further. Everyone had their tasks. This bullet was bound to hit, and even if it didn't, he was still convinced.
After all, if he were controlling the body, the bullet would have been swallowed by that torrent.
He simply couldn't imagine that when firing at a target, what could be reflected in the crosshairs would be something else entirely.
This was Heaven's calculation, something he couldn't replicate.
"No wonder you didn't say one hundred percent; there was indeed a complication."
Charles spoke suddenly after a period of silence.
Beneath the dark palace, just as Ji Chang's halberd was about to touch the core of the defensive formation and the bullet behind him was about to pierce his heart, a deep blue sword qi flashed through the space.
It was too fast, too fast for Xu Mu's shadow vision to even grasp how it was done. He could only feel a chilling, freezing sensation.
Then, a slender sword tip emerged from Ji Chang's abdomen, and his body was propelled several meters away by that icy peak.
"Yan Yu!"
Xu Mu and Yao Huo exclaimed in unison. The latter turned his head, looking in shock at the youth continuously drawing his sword on the ground.
Yao Huo's expression was grim. He of course recognized this young man.
On the very first day he arrived in the Domain of Whispering Night, Yin Zhongxiu had specifically introduced him. He was very strong.
But now, why was he suddenly attacking his own people!
And the most crucial question was, how could Yan Yu possibly defeat Ji Chang? He had only reached the second stage!
"I knew this kid wasn't simple!"
Xu Mu in the Heavenly Palace slapped his thigh. This Yan Yu was definitely more than just the Gan Jiang sword. He must also know about the Demon God, otherwise why would he interrupt Ji Chang!
"But the formation was still broken."
The one with the gray and white eyes looked solemn. He had indeed calculated Yan Yu and the possibility of some unknown entities, but he hadn't considered one thing.
His bullet, no longer obstructed by Ji Chang and deflected by Yan Yu's sword edge, accelerated one last time and struck the core of the formation like a small comet.
The precision was flawless, perfectly embedding itself into the cracks left by the numerous powerful individuals before.
And with a roar, the great formation shattered.
Ji Chang, crushed to the ground, had several bloody holes in his abdomen. He stared into the eyes of the silver-haired, blue-eyed youth, and a storm raged within his sea of consciousness.
The Demon God's soul stood amidst an endless glacier, and then saw a colossal sword spanning heaven and earth slash towards him. Startled, he hastily fled Ji Chang's body.
Yao Huo's Dharma form turned, about to question Yan Yu, but saw a wicked and ferocious soul suddenly fly out from the top of Ji Chang's head. A single glance was enough to make him tremble.
It wasn't just him; everyone else saw it too, and they simultaneously realized something was amiss.
This soul, they had never seen before. They had only sensed a similar aura from some ruthless cultivators who killed without blinking, and even those cultivators were far inferior.
And Ji Chang, now lying on the ground, limp, with vacant eyes, clearly showed a problem with his soul.
"It's like possession!"
Everyone was shocked. No wonder Ji Chang knew how to break the formation. It wasn't Ji Chang at all, but someone else!
"Ji Chang was controlled by this person's soul, and guided us to break the formation. Could this person also be after the holy relic?"
Yao Huo was filled with suspicion. He didn't understand what was happening, but he knew that now was not the time to act rashly. The enemy was in the open, and they were in the dark. To break the stalemate, time was the most crucial element!
"No one open that door!"
The man shouted sternly. His towering Dharma form immediately moved, intending to block the palace door.
But at this moment, Viritan, controlling the body of a stranger cultivator, evaded all the Domain Lords' vigilance and quietly reached out towards the door.
No one noticed him, because no one would have expected that within their heavy defenses, an inconspicuous junior cultivator could have infiltrated without a trace.
This was the art of concealment from the Heavenly Book, undetectable even by Domain Lords.
But while souls could not detect it, eyes could.
The one with gray and white eyes noticed the person's movement, then immediately drew his sword, lifted his left leg, and just as he was about to step into the space, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.
The danger came from behind, accompanied by a thick poisonous mist.
"I didn't expect you to dare to leave the protection of the Demon Extermination Division. Then die!"
The effeminate and hoarse voice rang out. The domain of poisonous mist expanded, a very familiar sensation.
It was the imperial eunuch, Duke Huang, ambushing him!
"So troublesome."
Sensing the danger at the nape of his neck, the one with gray and white eyes frowned, and had to pause his spatial traversal.
His body dodged to the side with extreme speed, then he flipped his right wrist, and thrust backward from beneath his own neck.
"Oh?"
Duke Huang did not expect Xu Mu to react, but as a lord, his reaction speed was naturally very fast. Almost simultaneously, he pushed his palm horizontally. His long, sharp fingernails emanated poison gas. He intended to stab this thing into Xu Mu's neck!
And in that instant, a black as ink blade appeared and collided with the eunuch's sharp, long fingernails.
Then, without any resistance, it sliced off half of it.
"Disgusting," the Demon God thought inwardly.
Although he was the embodiment of evil, this old man's poisonous gas shared a certain origin with him, and he should have felt a connection.
But the biggest problem was that the man didn't wash his hands.
The Demon God felt nauseous. The dirt under the old man's fingernails had clung to him, which was truly revolting!
...
Swish!
The blade slid down. It was so sharp that Duke Huang didn't even notice the change.
He was still thinking of pushing past this broken sword and stabbing his fingernails into Xu Mu's flesh, then draining his vital essence. In his eyes, Xu Mu was already dead.
"Blame yourself for having a mouth that doesn't behave. Go to hell and regret it!"
Duke Huang's face contorted with ferocity. The poisonous mist had enveloped them both, and he was about to succeed.
But it was at this moment that he noticed something was wrong.
Because he felt pain in his palm.
In a daze, he looked down and saw that half of his palm had been cleaved open by the black ink sword. Blood flowed freely, stinging his nerves.
"How... is it possible!"
As a lord, he immediately reacted, abruptly stopping his movement and attempting to dodge to the side, just as Xu Mu had dodged his attack.
But how could the sword of the one with gray and white eyes give him such an opportunity? Even with an awkward posture, his hand over his shoulder, slashing downwards backward, defying human physiology, was not a problem at all.
He chose to bend down.
The demonic sword descended from above, and a bloody gash appeared simultaneously from Duke Huang's palm to his arm, and then to his belly.
"This is impossible!"
Duke Huang retreated frantically, causing the bloody gash to vary in depth.
The deeper ones, such as the artery in his hand, along with half his arm, were split in two, and countless amounts of blood splattered.
The shallower ones, like the final cut on his lower abdomen, had only scraped the skin and flesh.
"Next life, be a proper man."
Xu Mu's body maintained that peculiar posture, then he lightly tapped the ground in front of him and sprang backward.
The demonic sword radiated a cold gleam. It pierced through the poisonous mist and then lightly touched the eunuch's chest.
Then, the sharpness of the sword edge erupted, penetrating his body. His internal organs, acupoints, and every part of him were destroyed by this sword light.
A gentle touch, like a falling leaf on a lake.
Duke Huang's eyes widened. He opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter a last word, his mouth filled with blood.
The domain dissolved, and his body fell to the ground.
He was utterly dead.
The moment before he fell, Xu Mu had retracted his sword.
He stood amidst the poisonous mist, shaking his head slightly. This stuff had no effect on his body; it was purified by his boiling blood as soon as it invaded, though the smell was somewhat unpleasant.
Moreover, Duke Huang had been too careless. In reality, this person was very strong. In a direct confrontation, it would have taken him at least more time.
"There's still a chance."
He looked towards the palace and saw that person's hand had already reached the door of the dark palace.
The gray and white-eyed figure, with blood splattered on his body and his leg muscles tensed, pushed off powerfully. His body instantly vanished from its original spot.
He had no time to use spatial abilities, only accelerating with all his might, as swift as a race car on a track. In a blink, he reached the palace and struck down with his sword.
"Creak."
But just then, the door opened.
Viritan's soul and the Demon God's soul rapidly drilled into the door.
He was forced to abruptly halt his downward sword strike, not slicing the controlled cultivator into pieces.
"Such powerful presence!"
Everyone noticed Xu Mu. The intensity of the sword intent emanating from him even made them tremble.
The Ancestor of the Wang family's pupils contracted. His wise eyes held a hint of shock, followed by boundless killing intent.
It was fine if Xu Mu was a young genius, or if he had allied with other factions. These were not reasons for him to risk offending Yao Huo and the Demon Extermination Division.
But at this moment, the youth was like thunder, holding his sword backward, with the wind chasing him.
This was no longer a junior.
"He's already a lord," Yao Huo sighed inwardly.