novelzi Chapter 177 God Killer Is Still Alive?
Chapter 177 God Killer Is Still Alive?
There were only two ways to counter Luis's technique.
The first was having spiritual awareness far surpassing his, which would allow someone to see through his illusions at a glance.
The second was mastering a secret technique like spiritual eyes, similar to Zhou Mubai's, which could discern truth from illusion.
On the battlefield.
Sun Mang's frustration grew with every passing moment.
"Get lost!"
Suddenly, Sun Mang's attention shifted. Seeing his brother, Sun Fu, barely holding on under Zhou Mubai's relentless attacks, he roared in desperation.
With a powerful swipe, he shredded another of Luis's incarnations and bolted toward Zhou Mubai's battle circle.
But Luis had one job: keep Sun Mang occupied so Zhou Mubai could finish the fight. There was no way Luis would let him interfere.
A streak of starlight descended from the heavens, slamming into Sun Mang's chest with an explosive force. The impact was so intense that it halted his advance, pinning him in place.
The starlight wasn't just for show. It tore into Sun Mang's flesh, revealing the raw, sinewy muscle underneath.
Luis didn't expect the attack to inflict serious damage. His goal was simple: keep Sun Mang from aiding his brother.
Now, the tables had turned.
The Sun brothers, once brimming with confidence, were now the ones feeling cornered.
On the other side of the battlefield, Sun Fu watched the chaos unfold. His brother's wild roars echoed through the rain, yet Luis kept him at bay effortlessly.
Sun Fu's heart sank.
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Zhou Mubai's swordsmanship.
The strength of his brother.
The overwhelming power of the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Array.
With their combined might, along with twelve zombies, they'd calculated at least an 80% chance of trapping Zhou Mubai here forever.
But they had overlooked one variable: Luis.
Grinding his teeth, Sun Fu reached into his robes and pulled out a smooth, white bead, about the size of a grown man's fist. Its surface shimmered faintly under the blood-red light of the array.
"Come out! Come out!" he shouted, his voice desperate. "What's the point of hiding?"
Meanwhile.
Sun Mang's face twisted with rage. His green, sunken eyes gleamed like a predator's. Fangs bared, he looked utterly unhinged.
"Coward!" he howled. "Stop hiding and face me!"
But Luis remained calm, refusing to engage directly.
Sun Mang, unable to contain his fury, lashed out wildly with his razor-sharp claws, tearing through rain and mist.
Every strike only hit one of Luis's afterimages.
Nothing but illusions.
Even so, the speed at which Sun Mang tore through Luis's incarnations could not keep up with the rate at which Luis created them.
Within a radius of several thousand feet, the illusions kept emerging like raindrops in a storm.
For every dozen or hundred Sun Mang destroyed in one swing, Luis produced ten times as many in an instant.
It was undeniable—this technique was highly effective against enemies like Sun Mang, who lacked group attacks and relied solely on close combat.
Of course, this strategy served one purpose: to delay.
It was almost impossible to kill the enemy with it.
Luis had yet to reveal his true strength.
Only after resolving their internal turmoil did the sect turn its attention to the rogue cultivator.
But even then, the truth about Shen Jue's fate remained shrouded in mystery.
Officially, the Qianyuan Sword Sect claimed that Shen Jue had perished by self-destructing his golden core during a desperate battle.
Yet they had never presented his body as proof.
Instead, they hastily announced his demise and withdrew from Cangzhou.
Had they truly killed Shen Jue?
Zhou Mubai wasn't certain.
But now, as the Soul-Fixing Divine Pearl hovered in the air, its dreadful aura unmistakable, an ominous feeling began to take root in his heart.
Now, four hundred years had passed.
The tale of Master Shen Jue had long been buried by the major families, sealed away in their records.
If not for the wandering cultivators who kept spreading his legend, the name Shen Jue might have been forgotten entirely.
But now, the magical weapon that had once made Shen Jue famous had reappeared.
This realization sent a wave of anxiety through Zhou Mubai.
Could the destruction in the Zhao family's territory be linked to Master Shen Jue?
His first instinct was to retreat immediately and report this to the Qianyuan Sword Sect.
As the heir of the Zhou family, Zhou Mubai knew far more about Shen Jue than the common cultivators outside.
He vividly recalled the records:
The Qianyuan Sword Sect had dispatched three powerful Nascent Soul cultivators to eliminate Shen Jue.
Yet, not only did they fail to recover Shen Jue's body, but they also lost one of their own Nascent Soul masters.
It was this incident that earned Shen Jue the chilling title of God Killer.
Shen Jue had accomplished what no one in the history of the Ten Thousand Star Sea had ever dared to dream of.
With a mere Golden Core cultivation, he had fought and prevailed against three Nascent Soul cultivators simultaneously—a feat unparalleled in the annals of history.
And now...
Now, it seemed that Shen Jue might not have perished after all.
The reappearance of his famed magical weapon, coupled with the sudden obliteration of the Zhao family, painted a grim picture.
It all pointed to one terrifying possibility:
Master Shen Jue had returned.
If this were true, his return was likely motivated by revenge.
Cangzhou, the region where Shen Jue had risen to infamy, was filled with cultivators from the very families who had once tried to destroy him.
For centuries, nearly every prominent family in Guang'an Prefecture had suffered devastating losses at the hands of Master Shen Jue.
This time, it seemed his wrath had returned to haunt them.
"Brother Luis, be careful!" Zhou Mubai shouted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
Without hesitation, he unleashed his strongest technique.
"Green Lotus Sword Technique—Die!"
In mid-air, a radiant blue lotus began to form, its bud shimmering with ethereal energy.
The green lotus engulfed the two zombies standing in its path.
The petals began to bloom—one layer, two layers, three layers.
With each petal that opened, the bodies of the zombies grew more translucent, their forms fading as if erased by the power of the lotus.