I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

Among the powerful beings watching the battle, an unkempt old man, whose appearance did not draw any attention, was now muttering and cursing under his breath.

"Blood Extremity Remnant Soul? Taikun really is a waste; he couldn't even finish off Blood Extreme properly, and now someone has managed to resurrect him. Going after Jiang Feng's descendant, no good intentions there, for sure."

"Taikun's successor is also a waste. Jiang Feng seemed promising, but he turned out to be blind to what's right in front of him, not even aware of Blood Extreme lurking around..."

The old man cursed and mumbled, but soon he looked at Jiang Buping with a puzzled face.

"What is it about this young man that's so unusual? What cultivation technique is that? Divine Soul Secret Technique? Doesn't seem like it. Strange!" Discover stories at empire

He scratched his head and then stroked his beard, "A cultivation technique even I can't figure out is definitely not of Taicang Martial Arts. Yet, he's not from beyond our Domain either, nor does he seem like someone from that damned Divine Temple..."

The more the old man watched, the more he felt that layers of mystery shrouded the situation, and something about the Divine Realm seemed off.

He then slightly raised his head to look at a certain burly figure.

"How odd, the martial arts of this lad are bizarre as well. Such formidable physical strength, terrifying to the extreme, even able to transform into a giant, certainly not of Taicang Martial Arts.

"However, it's also not from that damned Divine Temple. It can't possibly be from them... How strange, could it actually be..."

Suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, he then shook his head in denial, "Impossible, if they were alive, there would have been some movement by now, and that guy from the Divine Temple wouldn't be this quiet..."

The old man glanced at Jiang Buping and then at Meng Chong, "These two lads, could they have some connection? Fellow disciples?"

Upon such a thought, the old man couldn't help but be surprised.

"Odd indeed, nevermind, overthinking it won't do any good. Let's see how that bastard Heavenly Slaughter stirs trouble. Even if the world falls apart, so be it; I can't be bothered with these troubles anymore."

In the end, the old man shook his head and didn't dwell on it any further.

On the battlefield, two powerful auras collided, causing turmoil in the heavens and earth. Even the Immortal Heavenly Venerable felt a chill of fear at the fierce momentum.

"Jiang Buping, you bastard, dare to rebel against your superiors. Do you even qualify? To think of killing me, do you qualify?"

Jiang Tianming had a fierce expression, holding a long knife with a red-gleaming blade.

Jiang Buping's eyes were cold, but he sneered with disdain, "Jiang Tianming, do you think, relying on a remnant soul, you can withstand me?

"Today between you and me, it will be settled. I, Jiang Buping, came here to kill you, to kill her, to kill certain people. Whoever stands in my way shall perish!"

Remnant Soul?

At Jiang Buping's words, everyone was taken aback. No wonder Jiang Tianming had become so powerful; it turned out he was relying on a remnant soul?

And if a remnant soul could be this powerful, how strong would the original entity be?

Jiang Tianming was momentarily startled, feeling a sudden panic inside. Had Jiang Buping actually discovered it?

How did he find out?

"Blood Extreme senior, how did this bastard know?"

Jiang Tianming looked towards the Blood Extreme Divine Soul within him.

"This boy is not ordinary. You alone probably can't handle this; give your body to me, otherwise, your death is certain!"

Blood Extreme appeared extremely serious at this moment.

"Even you are not confident of killing this bastard?"

Jiang Tianming's expression grew more ferocious.

"His martial arts are not right; they seem designed to slaughter the soul. Even I have to be cautious. If you don't want to die, you should know what to do."

Blood Extreme's expression was chilly.

"Fine, I will listen to you, just to kill this bastard!"

Jiang Tianming said through gritted teeth.

Boom!

At this moment, a faint blood-colored light emerged from Jiang Tianming, and an even more formidable aura erupted. The blade of the long knife in his hand radiated a crimson cold light.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Take my blade!"

Jiang Tianming suddenly made the first move, his crimson blade light cutting across the sky in a manner that surpassed the understanding of the other Immortal Heavenly Venerables, aiming to slay Jiang Buping.

With the strike, the onlookers seemed to see a turbulent sea of blood, a Blood-colored Purgatory, and within this purgatory, a streak of crimson blade light shot forth.

Jiang Buping remained expressionless as he thrust out his spear. The cold light converged into one point, and to the onlookers, it looked like a spear light piercing through the sea of blood, opening a path through the Blood-colored Purgatory, aiming straight for the end of that blade light.

Divine Skills, Slaying the Divine!

Blood Extreme was shocked at this moment. Dodging and weaving, rings of blood-colored light that resembled quagmires appeared, surrounding his Remnant Soul.

This was a defensive technique.

At the same time, he slashed out with his knife. The Blood Sea Purgatory roared, like the cries of resentful spirits, or countless vengeful souls rushing out with the blade to attack Jiang Buping.

"Since when does the Taicang Domain have a cultivation technique that specializes in slaying souls? Something's not right; it's not as simple as a technique, but seems like a completely different martial path oriented towards eradicating souls..."

"Could this child be the future ruler of the Taicang Domain, otherwise why would he be so monstrous?"

The more Blood Extreme fought, the more shocked he was. His Divine Soul was constantly on edge, feeling that even a slight misstep might result in being pierced through by the spear.

What was more terrifying was that the path of slaying souls was exceedingly sharp, and even with all his methods, he felt almost defenseless.

And Jiang Tianming's Divine Soul was already trembling, his complexion pale with fear, his soul's face covered in terror and regret, his fighting spirit gone, leaving only boundless fear and remorse.

The scruffy old man watched the great battle unfolding with growing astonishment. The martial arts displayed by Jiang Buping exceeded his understanding, as if it were an entirely new path of martial arts.

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