Chapter 648: Chapter 276: Each Displays Their Divine Arts, Punching the Mad Demon

With a casual punch, Fang Shuwen blasted a raider’s head into a bloody mist. He looked toward the source of a sound and saw a figure gliding weightlessly through the air.

The shadow arrived before the man!

The figure thrust his sword in mid-air, and a series of illusory figures, impossible to tell from the real thing, materialized out of thin air.

In an instant, they spread from the sky to cover the island.

A raider discovered, to his horror, that a longsword had pierced his throat.

But he quickly realized... he was still alive.

The sword piercing his throat was merely an illusion, not real.

He was about to sigh in relief when, in the next instant, excruciating pain and an icy chill spread from his chest.

He stared in astonishment at the illusion before him, only to find that at some point, it had become real!

When the true is taken for false, the false becomes true!

This was the Lingbo Sect’s "Mirror Water Swordsmanship." With a single thrust, it conjured countless illusions.

Before one reached the Great Perfection Realm, the swordsmanship allowed for shifting between illusion and reality, hiding the true attack among the false ones with unpredictable variations.

But after reaching the Great Perfection realm, one could achieve the supreme state where "when the true is taken for false, the false becomes true."

The switch between illusion and reality occurred in a single thought.

The raider had thought the blade thrusting at him was an illusion, only for it to become real in an instant.

The profundity of this technique was truly extraordinary.

And the one wielding this Swordsmanship was none other than the current Sect Leader of the Lingbo Sect—Dugu Sheng!

He casually withdrew his longsword from the man’s throat. With a flick of his wrist, a series of illusions scattered in all directions.

When Qu Laiying, the Foreign Affairs Hall Master of the Lingbo Sect who had previously fought Fang Shuwen, used this same "Mirror Water Swordsmanship," he could only produce six illusions.

Yet Dugu Sheng, at this very moment, could conjure twelve illusions at once.

These illusions thrusted or parried, each one employing a different Technique and variation.

But regardless of the variation, the result was always the same: a longsword piercing a raider’s vitals.

As the raiders watched in stunned disbelief, swords were suddenly pulled from their bodies, sending blood flying. In the span of a single thought, twelve figures became twelve corpses, which then collapsed to the ground.

"What incredible Swordsmanship!"

Fang Shuwen watched from a distance, unable to stop himself from praising it aloud.

He found this Swordsmanship truly fascinating.

He’d thought the same when Qu Laiying had used it.

Now, seeing Dugu Sheng use it himself revealed even more of the technique’s profundity.

’The supreme state where "when the true is taken for false, the false becomes true" isn’t as simple as just Swordsmanship.’ Using his Observing Traces Technique, Fang Shuwen carefully analyzed it. ’This "Mirror Water Swordsmanship" must be combined with a Body Technique.’

’The illusion doesn’t just become real. In reality, the user employs an exquisite Body Technique to instantly swap places with the illusion.’

’But he couldn’t discern the key to it with the Observing Traces Technique alone.’

’However, the "Cloud Dream Chapter" from the Clouded Leopard Book, which the Elder Chenlong Guard had given him, might allow him to see more.’

But Fang Shuwen had not yet practiced that Martial Art.

The Elder Chenlong Guard had left many hidden traps in it. Although Fang Shuwen had been selective and had the Elder Chenlong Guard revise it several times...

...Fang Shuwen, after much consideration, still hadn’t practiced it.

He wasn’t lacking for Divine Skills and Techniques. His True Qi was now mostly in order, but his Nine Qi Divine Technique still hadn’t truly broken through into the Eighth Realm.

Under the circumstances, there was no need to covet another’s Martial Arts.

With that thought, Fang Shuwen clapped his hands together.

His Fire God Dharma Aspect instantly materialized in the air. With all four arms extended, it combined Anger Burning Heaven with Fire God’s Fury, unleashing waves of raging flames that swept across the battlefield.

The charging raiders shrieked in agony as they were sent flying by the rolling Palm Power. Flames seared their bodies, burning through meridians and bone.

Before they could even hit the ground, a wave of frigid air swept over them.

In the blink of an eye, the flames on their bodies were encased in a layer of frost.

And it wasn’t just one person... The torrent of frigid air pressed forward relentlessly. It was a single blast of Finger Power.

It was the signature technique of the Profound Ice Hall, the "Profound Ice Divine Finger." This specific attack was called "Three Feet of Ice"!

Though its name suggested three feet, its actual reach was far greater.

Bai Qianfang strode forward leisurely. With a casual point of his finger, he unleashed a torrent of frigid air over a hundred feet long.

A raider tried to ambush him from behind, leaping into the air to take his head.

But before his weapon could land, his blood froze in his veins. Ice crystals formed from his blood pierced through his skin.

Bright red blood congealed into eerie ice, creating a host of tragically beautiful ice sculptures.

"What a masterful ’Profound Ice Divine Finger’! It’s been years, Hall Master Bai, but your prowess is as impressive as ever!"

Another voice rang out. The raiders of the stronghold looked toward the sound and saw a middle-aged, scholarly man standing on a rooftop, gazing down.

It was none other than the Island Master of Wuyan Island, Hong Zhengwu.

Bai Qianfang glanced at him and suddenly spoke.

"Do you dare?"

Hong Zhengwu paused for a moment, then gave a resigned smile.

"You and your competitive streak. You haven’t changed a bit after all these years."

Although they now held positions of great power and authority, they too had once been spirited and daring youths.

They had even traveled together in their younger days.

Once, they were ambushed by raiders and had joined forces to slaughter them. Caught up in the heat of youthful passion, they had made a wager to see who could kill more.

Back then, Bai Qianfang had been a man of few words. A single question, "Do you dare?" had been enough to spark a fierce competition.

Decades had passed, yet he was exactly the same.

Hong Zhengwu burst out laughing.

"I dare!"

Without another word, the two of them attacked simultaneously.

Wherever Bai Qianfang went, frigid air spread, and his opponents were turned to ice.

Hong Zhengwu’s Martial Arts, however, were completely different.

Wuyan Island’s original legacy came from the Profound Celestial Sect, a technique known as the "Vast Ocean Scripture."

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