Wu Tao's subtle movements did not escape the astute Zhang Wan'er.
With a frown and a sweep of her sleeve, Zhang Wan'er, on the verge of tears, said, "Senior Brother, you truly wrong your junior sister. I merely wished to share your burdens. Why must Senior Brother be so heartless?"
Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Wu Tao's eyes. He did not wish to continue this probing game with Zhang Wan'er. The reason, of course, was his fear of prolonged engagement, lest any unforeseen circumstances arise that would leave him with no recourse but to weep.
Wu Tao's expression turned furious as he cursed, "When have the disciples of our Taiyi Immortal Sect ever feared your Demonic Heavenly Sect? Absurd! Sorceress, accept your death!"
Wu Tao drew his Golden Python Bow, an arrow of pure gold nocked and aimed directly at Zhang Wan'er's forehead.
Seeing this, Zhang Wan'er remained unfazed. A flirtatious smile graced her lips, and the bone banner in her left hand swayed gently, unleashing countless wailing specters.
...
Now truly engaged in combat, Zhang Wan'er's expression grew solemn. The blood-stained head in her right hand was casually tossed aside.
"I truly never imagined Senior Brother would intend to silence me, showing no mercy for your little sister!" Zhang Wan'er's formerly charming face turned cold, her tone no longer as gentle as before.
"Indeed, if there were a second path, I would not wish to take your life, Zhang Wan'er!"
"Your ghost-controlling techniques are truly divine and unparalleled, renowned among the outer disciples of Qingzhou. I once admired you greatly and genuinely wished to avoid a mutual destruction!"
Wu Tao sighed, finally stopping three meters away from Zhang Wan'er, and spoke to her with a hint of helplessness.
At the same moment, Wu Tao released the bowstring. The arrow, imbued with golden light, shot towards the gracefully standing young woman nearby.
After a cascade of tinkling laughter, the Yin ghost green mist from the bone banner suddenly surged, rapidly expanding to fill the sky, threatening to blot out the sun.
Following this, the continuous wave of Yin ghost green mist accelerated severalfold, crashing forward like a tempestuous tide and spreading swiftly.
The golden arrow plunged into the billowing Yin ghost green mist and vanished within seconds, causing Zhang Wan'er no harm.
Moreover, the mass of Yin ghost green mist continued to spread, swiftly enveloping Wu Tao in mid-air.
The bone banner, stretching ten feet long, concurrently released wisps of Yin silk and black energy, which coiled around Wu Tao's body layer by layer, binding him tightly.
Just as Wu Tao was about to be completely immobilized...
Wu Tao, unwilling to be captured without a fight, executed a hand seal. His protective Yuan magnetic aura erupted outwards, extending dozens of meters. With a series of bangs, the surrounding Yin silk black energy was torn asunder, unable to reform.
"Oh, impressive! Truly impressive! You are indeed a cultivator who practices both body and dharma. As an elite outer disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, to shatter my bone banner's Yin soul silk so easily!" Zhang Wan'er's chilling voice echoed from outside the Yin ghost green mist.
Wu Tao's face was etched with wariness as he scanned his surroundings.
He was now completely encased in the Yin ghost green mist that obscured the heavens. There was no gap to escape through, and the air was thick with a suffocating stench of blood.
It seemed he could not break free without forcefully carving a path.
Wu Tao thought this, his hands moving swiftly. He produced the Yin Yang Limitless Thunder Pearl, infusing it with ample spiritual energy. A second lightning sun seemed to materialize in the sky.
The two blue orbs circled and clashed, erupting in a hundred-zhang burst of lightning.
Nine fierce, lightning-charged dragons appeared in the air, coiling and roaring. With the force of thunder, they tore through the vast Yin ghost green mist, clearing the sky.
"Rise!" Wu Tao roared. The nine lightning dragons seemed to grow with the wind, instantly expanding to a scale that blotted out the sun.
The charge of the nine lightning dragons was ferocious. One of them slammed into the colossal white bone banner, ten feet in size.
...
A tinkling laughter echoed once more.
An icy, powerful ghost wind swirled into a shape resembling a dragon sucking water, layer by layer blocking the nine lightning dragons. Zhang Wan'er, leveraging the immense momentum, was sent flying backward. With a few leaps, she vanished into the distance.
"Hehe, little brother, I have urgent matters to attend to. I'll play with you again next time, bye-bye!"
Her figure disappeared, leaving only the faint echo of her laughter.
Wu Tao stood in place, a bewildered frown on his face. He had no intention of pursuing her.
For after their brief exchange, Wu Tao embarrassingly discovered he was no match for Zhang Wan'er. Moreover, he sensed that she had not exerted her full strength.
Why...
Time flowed onward relentlessly.
For some unknown reason, Zhang Wan'er stood motionless in a field of spiritual herbs for two to three hours.
Gradually, someone approached Zhang Wan'er. This person was Liu Jiankang, an outer disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sect.
Liu Jiankang's original objective in participating in the Huangji Taiyi Secret Realm was to kill others and seize their cultivation resources.
However, those who dared to participate in the Huangji Taiyi Secret Realm were typically formidable individuals. This made it difficult for Liu Jiankang, of average strength, to make a move, or he was unwilling, or perhaps afraid, to provoke them.
Consequently, Liu Jiankang had to temporarily abandon his initial goal and diligently search for various celestial spiritual grasses and herbs.
Yet, the Huangji Taiyi Secret Realm was vast, and these spiritual herbs and grasses were not easily found. He also dared not venture into dangerous areas.
After considerable effort, Liu Jiankang had gained nothing.
Just as Liu Jiankang began to feel dejected, he spotted Zhang Wan'er standing blankly in place. He also noticed the abundance of spiritual herbs and grasses scattered around her.
At this moment, an uncontrollable look of ecstasy spread across Liu Jiankang's face. He felt as though fate had favored him, that heaven had shown mercy, allowing him to encounter such a windfall, combining both fortune and beauty.
Despite his inner elation, Liu Jiankang did not act rashly. He carefully concealed himself.
Simultaneously, Liu Jiankang produced a high-grade spiritual artifact, a long, tube-shaped artifact, and aimed it directly at the distracted Zhang Wan'er.
Without hesitation, Liu Jiankang took a deep breath and controlled the high-grade spiritual artifact with his divine sense.
In the next instant, a white light whip shot out from the long, tube-shaped artifact, striking towards Zhang Wan'er.
...
In Liu Jiankang's mind, as long as this high-grade spiritual artifact could subdue Zhang Wan'er, the alluring woman before him would undoubtedly be his prey.
Like a puppet on strings, he could do as he pleased.
Watching the white light whip draw closer and closer to Zhang Wan'er, Liu Jiankang's face broke into a genuine, heartfelt smile.
However, just as the white light whip was about to ensnare Zhang Wan'er, her figure mysteriously vanished from her original spot.
It was evident that Zhang Wan'er had detected Liu Jiankang long ago.
Seeing this, Liu Jiankang's face flashed with shock and fear. He instinctively recoiled and cried out, "Where? Where did she go?"
"Are... are you looking for me?" Zhang Wan'er's chilling voice suddenly emanated from behind Liu Jiankang.
Hearing this, Liu Jiankang turned around to look.
At that very moment, he saw Zhang Wan'er, her face as cold as an iceberg, and in her right hand, a still-beating heart.
...
The intense pain caused Liu Jiankang's eyes to dart towards his chest. He saw a bloody, gaping hole where his chest had been, as if it had been torn open at some point.
As Liu Jiankang struggled, Zhang Wan'er's face curved into a sinister smile. She slowly brought the still-beating heart in her right hand towards Liu Jiankang's face and mockingly asked, "Your heart? Want it?"
Liu Jiankang's vision began to blur. He weakly extended his hands, attempting to reach for his heart. With the last vestiges of his consciousness, he managed to stammer, "My... my heart... give... give it back..."
*Crack!*
Just as Liu Jiankang's hands were about to touch the still-beating heart, Zhang Wan'er's right hand tightened, crushing Liu Jiankang's heart.
Accompanied by a spray of crimson blood, Liu Jiankang's life came to an end.
With a *thud*, he collapsed onto the ground, becoming a cold corpse.
Zhang Wan'er showed no reaction to Liu Jiankang's death. With a flick of her wrist, she discarded the shattered heart in her hand, muttering "Idiot," before transforming into a black shadow and vanishing from the spot.
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