Chapter 161: System Shows Its Power?

Xu Xiaoshou once greatly envied Chao Qingteng's technique, "Da Han Wu Qi," dreaming that one day he could manipulate all things in heaven and earth, transforming them into swords to command the winds and clouds.

He knew that if he tried to learn Ling Ji, it might take over a decade or more without success, so he shifted his focus to mastering Jian Yi.

Later, he comprehended "Wan Wu Jie Jian," and on a certain night, he attempted to secretly emulate that flashy Ling Ji.

Unfortunately, his family line was plagued by misfortune; he failed to master the elegant technique, but instead developed the troublesome trait of "Zang Ku" backfiring on its user.

At that time, with only Houtian Jian Yi, it was understandable that he couldn't cultivate such a Ling Ji.

Now, Xu Xiaoshou had entered the Xiantian realm, and his "Jian Shu Jing Tong" had been upgraded two levels. Under a moment of profound enlightenment, he observed the Sen Luo Mi Lin and achieved sword mastery through the bare Qian Shu green leaves.

Where his heart directed, the Jian Yi withered; where his thoughts led, the leaves filled the sky.

If viewed from the birds' eye in the heavens, one could see Xu Xiaoshou raising a finger, stirring the leaves without wind, as a vast green canopy directly enveloped the Gray Mist Person.

Bai Yun You You Liu:

Wan Jian Shi!

With that command, the tens of thousands of falling leaf Jian Yi no longer hid their edge, revealing their full sharpness.

Without any visible movement, they had already shredded the descending snowflakes into fragments.

The Gray Mist Person was filled with shock.

If its "San Cang Xuan Jie" could confidently withstand Xu Xiaoshou's previous thousands of white Jian Qi, it was because most of those Jian Qi came from the sword sheath.

But now, these tens of thousands of falling leaves were all controlled by Xu Xiaoshou himself, each infused with Jian Dao thought force that was nearly stronger than the previous Jian Qi.

How could it block this?

Even with its Zongshi cultivation, it might not endure!

Xu Xiaoshou formed a finger seal and shouted firmly:

A Chi!

The tens of thousands of leaves trembled at the sound, surging like mad demons toward the central Gray Mist Person.

Waves crashed and rose!

The Gray Mist Person's pupils contracted, and it roared:

San Cang Xuan Jie!

In an instant, three layers of circular gray fog barriers appeared around it, two more than before, desperately isolating itself from the outside world.

The Gray Mist Person wanted to use a more powerful defensive Ling Ji, but its internal Ling Yuan reserves wouldn't allow it.

After numerous previous attacks, even the Ling Yuan it had forcibly absorbed through cultivation breakthroughs was nearly depleted. There was none left to spare.

Not a single drop remained!

"Damn it, if I were at full strength..."

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

Before its grievance could form a complete sentence, the Gray Mist Person watched in horror as the outermost layer of the three barriers shattered like paper under the Jian Dao falling leaves.

Crash, crash, crash!

The second layer finally emitted the familiar sound, and the Gray Mist Person felt a brief relief, but the barrier instantly webbed with cracks and shattered with a boom.

"Inflicted with curse, passive value: 1."

The Gray Mist Person was stunned.

Inside this third barrier was its "Man Tian Shu"!

If this layer also failed, it wouldn't need the Jian Dao falling leaves to tear it apart—the rules of the Tianxuan Men small world alone would completely obliterate it.

The "crash, crash" sounds echoed in its ears, once pleasing but now unbearably irritating.

A fierce glint flashed in the Gray Mist Person's eyes.

It couldn't wait any longer; it had already seen the third barrier denting inward.

"Xu Xiaoshou, you're forcing my hand!"

Crossing its hands over its chest, it created a series of afterimages with complex seals, leaving Xu Xiaoshou stunned by the sight.

He clearly remembered that after evolving from Mo Mo into the Gray Mist Person, all its techniques, no matter how powerful, rarely required seals.

But now it was unleashing something this intense?

Xu Xiaoshou recalled the "Tian Di Feng Lian" from their match, which had suspended him in the void. If Mo Mo hadn't first absorbed his Jian Qi back then, he might have been finished.

And this current technique seemed even more terrifying than "Tian Di Feng Lian"?

Puff!

The Gray Mist Person spat out a mouthful of essence blood. As the final layer of "San Cang Xuan Jie" shattered, the seal solidified.

In that instant, the heavens and earth buzzed with energy. "Man Tian Shu" could no longer contain such pressure, and the forces of fate had detected it.

Yet, risking annihilation by the heavenly rules, the Gray Mist Person forcibly completed the technique.

Liu Dao:

Cang Long Feng Jin!

Pressing its hands together, the Gray Mist Person inhaled deeply.

"San Cang Xuan Jie" was already broken, but the falling leaves in the heavens, and even all things around, seemed to freeze in that moment.

The next second, its chest heaved, and it unleashed a piercing dragon roar.

Shhh—

Under the resounding sound waves, even Xu Xiaoshou's Zongshi-level eardrums couldn't withstand it; he instantly lost his hearing, his clothes tore, and blood streaks appeared behind his ears.

It felt as if his three souls and seven spirits were roared straight out of his body. In shock, he realized he had lost control of his own body.

The next second, Xu Xiaoshou saw the Gray Mist Person roar, summoning a ethereal Cang Long shadow across the sky, soaring upward.

Even the Jian Dao falling leaves in the air were swept along, rushing into the clouds.

"Broken?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids twitched wildly, as if plunged into an icy abyss, his soul in turmoil.

This divine stroke of his sword technique had been shattered just like that?

It was supposed to be an unbeatable attack. The Gray Mist Person didn't have "Sheng Sheng Bu Xi"; as long as the Jian Dao falling leaves struck, it should have met certain death.

But this...

What level of Ling Ji was this "Cang Long Feng Jin"? How could it break through so easily?

What exactly was this mass of mist? It shouldn't even be in Tianxuan Men—who could stand against it?!

A sinister smile spread across the Gray Mist Person's face as it looked at the immobilized Xu Xiaoshou and suddenly clawed downward with its hands.

It wasn't over yet?

Xu Xiaoshou's heart trembled. After barely regaining a bit of control over his body, he saw the ethereal Cang Long shadow reappear above his perception.

It was plummeting straight down!

"Damn it!"

Xu Xiaoshou mustered all his strength and finally flicked his finger, sending the wooden Zi Xi on his shoulder flying away.

He had considered using the girl as a shield, but her fragile body wouldn't hold up.

The Cang Long roared down, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to roar, like an eel diving in, plunging directly into Xu Xiaoshou's body.

All sounds vanished, night fell... the six senses were sealed!

His precious body dimmed, all passives lost... Ling Ji sealed!

His spiritual platform extinguished, heartbeat stopped... divine and physical sealed!

Less than half a breath after the Cang Long entered, everything on Xu Xiaoshou was completely sealed!

But it didn't end there—the dragon's shadow charged straight into his Zi Fu Yuan Ting, lunging toward his trembling soul origin.

Xu Xiaoshou was powerless to stop it...

He never imagined that a sealing force could be this overwhelming.

In that moment, regret filled his heart. He shouldn't have clashed with the Gray Mist Person; long ago, he had a premonition that the thing sealed in Mo Mo's right hand was no simple matter.

Why had he courted death like this?

This entity's danger was on par with that "Sheng Nu" masked person—it was far beyond what he could handle at his current level...

"Am I going to die..." Xu Xiaoshou's heart was bitter.

In his Yuan Ting, the Cang Long opened its massive jaws, fangs interlocking as it bit into Xu Xiaoshou's soul origin.

Under his trembling gaze, just before the bite closed, the dragon was shattered by a beam of red light from above.

He slowly looked up, and the unobtrusive red interface had appeared without him noticing.

It seemed furious to the extreme, displeased that a dragon dared invade its territory.

Before the first red light faded, hundreds of even more terrifying red pillars shot down, tearing the Cang Long to pieces.

"My goodness!" Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

And it didn't stop there—the red lights crisscrossed wildly, relentlessly destroying the dragon's shattered light points. It looked like...

Whipping the corpse?