Chapter 1564 - Death Halo (2/2)

King Yi kept utilizing the Rule of Truth to perform palm prints, yet he was only slightly stronger than Zhang Ruochen, so he couldn’t suppress Zhang Ruochen at all.

As King Yi exhausted his power fighting Zhang Ruochen, Ling Feiyu showed up beside Zhang Ruochen like a trace of purple shadow and drew a circle using her Heaven-Burier Sword.

Whoos.h.!.+

The sword circle surrounded King Yi.

Sword Way Xuanguang flew out from the center of the sword circle, hitting King Yi’s chest.

Following a clacking sound, Heaven-Burier Sword pierced through King Yi’s invincible King Kong body. King Yi grabbed the sword, and at the same time, he retreated, trying to dissolve Ling Feiyu’s sword power.

“It’s Sword Way Xuangang… Impressive…”

King Yi clenched his teeth, and his saint power flowed rapidly, gathering in his arms and chest.

Zhang Ruochen had performed spatial crack before to break King Yi’s invincible King Kong body, which deteriorated the defense of invincible King Kong body, so he couldn’t ward off Sword Way Xuangang now.

As Ling Feiyu suppressed King Yi, Zhang Ruochen held the purple G.o.dly stone up and jumped up behind her, hitting King Yi.

Ling Feiyu didn’t slow down his sword as she could pierce through King Hun’s body any time.

Zhang Ruochen’s attack was also able to injure King Yi severely.

King Yi was trapped in despair.

“Fight!” King Yi yelled, tensing his leg muscles. He lowered his body and stopped grabbing Heaven-Burier Sword. Instead, he mobilized saintly way rules and formed Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hand.

Sizzle!

She stabbed King Yi’s chest by Heaven-Burier Sword, and his saint blood gushed out like a spring.

King Yi’s face got fiercer as if he didn’t feel pain at all. He took a large step forward to dodge the purple G.o.dly mountain coming from above. He used Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hand to hit Ling Feiyu’s head.

Heaven-Burier Sword pierced through King Yi’s entire body, and the sword Qi crushed King Yi.

“Great skill to survive.”

All Ling Feiyu could see was fierce lightning. She threw away Heaven-Burier Sword as she was able to be slapped to death by King Yi. She mobilized the power of her purple blouse, releasing hundreds of bolts of lightning.

Boom!

Ling Feiyu hadn’t comprehended the Rule of Truth after all, so she was at a disadvantage in this round. She kept stepping back until she resolved the power of King Yi.

King Yi didn’t expect that he would only manage to knock her away.

“Are you wearing a G.o.dly blouse?”

King Yi gazed at Ling Feiyu and couldn’t be more jealous.

If he was the one wearing that purple blouse, the power of his Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hand would surge.

Ling Feiyi only shot him a cold glance. She extended her hand and released the intent of sword soul, and Heaven-Burier Sword that was inside King Yi’s body made a huge sword humming sound, about to tear his body apart.

King Yi bent his knees, put his hands together and formed a whirlpool-shaped golden saintly way force, throwing Heaven-Burier Sword away.

Ling Feiyu grabbed Heaven-Burier Sword again and said, “Impressive.”

“If it weren’t for ‘All Lives Equal,’ I would’ve killed you with one hand,” King Yi said.

Boom!

Zhang Ruochen held the purple G.o.dly mountain tightly, landing behind King Yi with his coat waving. He yelled, “Show us all you’ve got, otherwise, you’ll die soon.”

Zhang Ruochen teamed up with Ling Feiyu, and they severely injured King Yi after a few exchanges.

They would be able to kill King Yi after another round of attacks.

“You’re so arrogant, brat!”

King Yi stopped talking. He put his finger on his forehead, and then, a golden halo rushed out of his head.

The halo kept spinning and got larger and larger. Following a booming sound, thirty-two saintly way rules merged with the halo. Suddenly, the halo got immensely large.

The shadow coming out of the halo encircled the entire Jingxiang Cliff Dojo.

Although Yin and Yang Thousand Thunder Hand performed by King Yi was also a mid-tier saint spell, there were only eighteen saintly way rules in it. The more saintly way rules there were, the stronger the mid-tier saint spell was.

All the monks watching the fight from outside the dojo were all astounded looking at the halo.

“That’s a mid-level saint spell, Death Halo.”

“How did a half-step saint king refine a mid-level saint spell like Death Halo?”

“It’s got to be a saint king. There must be a saint king from Cloud Field in Jingxiang Cliff Dojo.”