652 Youre Courting Death! (1/2)

She had left the Anti-Spirit Bomb that her father had given her as her true last resort. Deafening thunder boomed in the air as the Anti-Spirit Bomb exploded. The Nascent Soul realm elder retreated frantically, throwing spells and artifacts in the air as defense. But he had stood too close to Zhao Yameng.

No matter how quickly he reacted, even if he were to teleport himself away, he would still have been a moment too late. The Anti-Spirit Bomb was the most powerful weapon the Federation had invented. The black hole that had been created from the explosion and the sealing properties it had towards one's cultivation drew a furious cry from the elder as his body was torn apart right before Zhao Yameng's eyes.

Bones protruded from his chest. A powerful force swept across his face, mashing his features into a bloody pulp, which pulled apart rapidly to expose bones that were then smashed to bits!

Everything happened within a single moment. Screams of pain pierced the air as the elder's body was broken down into parts and torn to bits. Even his bones were smashed. Anyone else would have died on the spot, but the elder was still stumbling back, a blinding red light shining inside his body. It was emanating from his bones!

Six arms burst out from his maimed and mutilated body, tearing new holes in his flesh. There were also two fleshy lumps on each side of his neck, which bulged outwards and burst out into two heads!

It was as if there had been another body hidden inside the elder all along. What had appeared to be a Dao Palace cultivator had simply been a layer of clothes. His true form was a member of the Never-Ending Clan!

The Never-Ending Clan cultivator emerged violently from the elder's old body, staggering backwards. Zhao Yameng's breathing quickened as shock gripped her mind. The Never-Ending Clan elder grabbed hold of the ground as he stumbled, tightened his grip, and finally froze in place. He lifted his heads. Blood spilled from his lips, he was panting, and his body was covered with gaping wounds. Despite the protection offered by his Dao Palace cultivator's body, his true form hadn't emerged unscathed from the powerful attack!

He had a scowl on his face, and his red eyes were colored with wariness as he stared viciously at Zhao Yameng.

”You almost managed to kill me… For a mere Core Formation realm cultivator to do that, it looks like I've underestimated you!” the Never-Ending Clan elder said hoarsely, speaking in the language of the Dao Palace. Zhao Yameng staggered backwards, her breathing uneven as she remained silent.

A sense of regret rose inside her. This was the extent of what she was capable of. She hadn't exactly failed. If her opponent weren't of the Never-Ending Clan but a true Dao Palace cultivator, he would have been destroyed in both body and soul.

Perhaps this is my fate… Zhao Yameng took a deep breath. There was bitterness in her heart, but not despair. She accepted her fate. Zhao Yameng narrowed her eyes. Her right hand lifted and then raced towards her forehead.

If there was no way for her to win this fight, then she would rather end her own life than be refined into a pill that would strengthen her enemy. She would rather die than submit!

The Never-Ending Clan elder rushed forward just as Zhao Yameng raised her right hand, appearing before her. With an almost nonchalant wave of his right hand, he slapped Zhao Yameng's arm away with an explosive blow. Zhao Yameng was flung into the air and thrown into a stone wall.

Blood spilled from Zhao Yameng's lips as her vision turned blurry. She clenched her jaw and refused to allow any sound to escape from her lips. She struggled to open her eyes, then stared unblinkingly as the Never-Ending Clan elder approached her slowly.

”I admire your character, but you don't get to choose whether you live or die. I won't allow you to blow yourself up! Only refining a living person will improve a pill's quality. That pill will allow me a full recovery to the former peak of my cultivation. That will be your fate.”

The Never-Ending Clan elder narrowed his eyes, his tone full of absolute authority. He took a step forward and was about to approach Zhao Yameng when he suddenly frowned. One of his arms formed a series of hand seals, then pushed abruptly to its right.

At that exact moment, a figure dashed out from his right like a bolt of lightning. The Never-Ending Clan elder was quicker though and caught it with his right hand as it charged out!

It was a puppet!