Xie Yuan battled the Sand King, sand grains slowly forming weapons. Various weapons spun around him, and with an outstretched arm, they flew out. The sand weapons were indistinguishable from normal weapons and dealt substantial damage. Ever since this guy transformed, Xie Yuan had found him even more troublesome. He had equipped his Evil Spirit Armor and Evil Spirit Spear, and facing the rain-like onslaught of weapons, the spear's shadow appeared, shattering every weapon into pieces.
The spear moved behind him, and his figure blurred into an afterimage of lightning. In an instant, he appeared before him, calm and composed. With a slight movement of his eyes, the surrounding sand flowing through the air formed a circular shield, protecting him. The tip of the spear struck the shield, and like sinking into quicksand, the spear was gradually swallowed by the sand. Seeing this, he decisively abandoned his attack.
He forcefully stopped himself and retreated. The inertia from the forceful retreat made his body unstable. Seizing this opportunity, he launched an attack. Quicksand condensed behind him, forming two quicksand spikes. He swung his spear, and with a clanging sound, the sand spikes were shredded by the spinning spear. When both sides stopped, Xie Yuan said, "Not bad, you've got some skills. Just some skills, though." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"That depends on your skill level," the Sand King replied.
It wasn't about looking down on him; it was precisely out of respect that he praised him. Their strength was evenly matched, and to decide a victor, one had to find the other's weakness, which was not easy to find. The Sand King's body was covered in sand armor, and a sand saber materialized in his hand. With the sand saber in hand, his aura was formidable. He hadn't used a weapon from the beginning until now. Now that he was using a weapon, his strength had naturally increased.
Seeing him use a weapon, Xie Yuan dared not be careless. He had been evenly matched with him even before he used a weapon; if he used one, wouldn't he gain the upper hand? Of course, Xie Jiang didn't believe this. He was Xie Jiang, a high-level Xie Jiang of the Evil Spirit race, how could this mere cultivator possibly contend with him? He absolutely refused to believe it; this was a deep-seated denial.
If it were in the past, the Sand King would not have been a match for the Evil Spirit race, but things were different now. He had merged the two different cultivation systems of human cultivators, giving rise to entirely new abilities. His entire realm had far surpassed his previous state. The fragmented consciousness retained a part of his strength. When he accepted the inheritance in Sen Sha, they had completely merged. This meant the fragmented consciousness would merge with other cultivators, continuously perfecting his strength.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he surpassed his previous self. However, there was a downside: the fragmented consciousness could not dissipate and remained with one person, sharing life and death. When accepting the inheritance, Sen Sha had agreed to this request. He had initially thought he wouldn't agree. The fragmented consciousness remaining was destined to be torment, as their old friends were gone, and no one could understand the feeling of loneliness and solitude.
With the sand saber in hand, the sand grains gradually solidified. The technique of sand transformation was a manifestation of mastering the control to the highest level. The appearance was no different from a normal saber. It looked like a saber composed of sand, but when the light passed over the blade and body, one realized it was a truly forged saber.
A fearsome level of control. Both gripped their weapons tightly, and the real battle was about to begin. With a step forward, blade met spearhead. With a sweep of his arm, the saber was raised, and the spear was used to block. Sparks flew as the saber and spearhead rubbed against each other with an annoying sizzling sound. Just as the saber was about to change its move, the Evil Spirit Spear preempted it, increasing the force in both arms.
The increased force pushed the saber away, and the spear came down in a chop. Yes, a chop. For a spear, this movement was not elegant and would even affect its advantage. Xie Jiang didn't understand the Sand King's intention as the spearhead approached his head. The saber was raised and moved in a cross, and cross-shaped blades shot out. The cross blades collided with the spearhead, exploding.
As the smoke dissipated, two figures charged at each other with a deadly intent. At the center, the saber launched a fierce attack. The cross and crescent trajectory attack patterns made it quite simple for the spear to defend against. The main reason was that Xie Jiang's combat experience far surpassed the Sand King's. Their lifespans were different, and they had experienced countless battles, big and small. In terms of combat experience, the advantage lay with the latter.
He could resist the onslaught with a casual demeanor, indicating that this guy was indeed a fierce general. He clearly understood. The sand saber was raised and brought down. Yellow sand coalesced, increasing the length and volume of the saber. As it descended, he gripped the spearhead and butt with both arms, blocking the attack above his head. With a clang, the saber appeared to be bent in half.
He wasn't doing well either. The immense pressure and force caused his arms holding the spear shaft to shake constantly. "What great strength!" was his first thought. His second thought was, "How heavy is this saber? Why can sand become so heavy?" He couldn't quite understand.
"Heh!"
Knowing this couldn't continue, Xie Jiang unleashed his power. The resulting shockwave and force repelled the saber. He performed several consecutive flips to dissipate the power within his body. He had absorbed countless surges of energy from forcefully blocking that blow, and he had to vent them, or internal injuries would be detrimental to the fight. Seeing his opponent withstand that attack, the Sand King was slightly surprised.
That was a full-power strike. As expected, the Evil Spirit race was difficult to deal with. However, he wondered if he could withstand other attacks.
With anger coloring his face, he said, "Kid, you've really pushed me to my limit."
Xie Yuan retorted casually, "What, are you going to go all out? It seems this is your strongest move. I haven't even fully unleashed my power yet. Want to play a bit longer?"
That tone was truly provoking. Given Xie Yuan's personality, he wasn't a particularly calm fighter and was easily enraged by a few words. His Evil Spirit Qi and Evil Spirit Bloodline were fully unleashed, and his Evil Spirit Armor and Evil Spirit Spear merged. Sensing danger, he acted decisively. The opponent had a trump card, a trump card that was threatening, at least he felt it strongly.
He had to stop him. Sand was manipulated to form seven or eight sand dragons, which surged and rushed towards Xie Jiang. The Evil Spirit Spear and Evil Spirit Armor were in the process of merging. As the sand dragons approached, a black light erupted, shooting out in all directions. Wherever the black light passed, the sand turned black, and even sand grains elsewhere vanished.
Sensing the absence of any sand within the space, the Sand King realized something was wrong. Without sand, his abilities were effectively zero. How was he supposed to fight now? The sand saber in his hand gradually disintegrated.
"Let's see what else you can do," Xie Jiang said with a wild laugh. That move was something he could only use once in his lifetime, and Xie Yuan didn't care. To win, any means were acceptable. He would just deal with this eyesore in front of him, and the entire world would be his. This was a promise from a certain adult: controlling a world was far better than being a mere general.
"This is a bit tricky," the Sand King muttered.
Without sand, his abilities were restricted in this space. The ensuing battle would be a grueling, life-or-death struggle, relying solely on his own strength. When he tried to disperse sand from within his body, he found he couldn't create it. He couldn't manufacture it. His senses spread out, and he immediately understood the reason: a protective shield formed by black light surrounded the area. This space had been fixed; only nothingness existed, and no other forms could exist.