Immortal Sword Master

Chapter 276: Chapter 272: Primordial Spirit Treasure, Divinity Sealing Array

Across the Great Thousand Realms, at every moment, there are Martial Artists attempting to reach the Primordial Spirit Fourth Tribulation Realm. As many as half of them fail the tribulation and perish utterly.

These Martial Artists harbor immense resentment and indignation at the moment of their death.

The God of Slaughter is born from the convergence of the resentment of these dead Martial Artists.

A single God of Slaughter is formed from the converged resentment of at least several thousand people, so its face has thousands of forms, ever-changing. Each face represents a deceased Martial Artist.

The God of Slaughter was a terrifying existence that specialized in killing Primordial Spirits.

One hundred thousand years ago, even when Ning Jiang underwent his own tribulation, he never encountered a God of Slaughter.

The Myriad Stars Flying Immortal Technique he cultivated in his past life emphasized gradual accumulation for a powerful release. It grew stronger the further he progressed, so his Celestial Tribulations weren’t as outrageous in the beginning.

It wasn’t until after the Celestial Martial Realm that the Myriad Stars Flying Immortal Technique truly began to reveal its invincible might, a single technique capable of overcoming all others, shattering limits, and reaching Ten-Stars Combat Power.

SHRRIIIP!

As the God of Slaughter appeared, the entire sky plunged into darkness.

It then dove down like a streak of sword light, ignoring all space and distance to arrive in the blink of an eye.

”God Obliteration Technique—God-Slaying Blade!”

Instantly, Ning Jiang activated the God Obliteration Technique. A brilliant small blade shot out from between his brows.

CLANG!

Sparks flew. The God-Slaying Blade trembled violently before shattering, but the God of Slaughter had been stopped.

”KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!”

A savagely tyrannical will emanated from the God of Slaughter. It was a being formed of pure resentment, its body no larger than a thumb.

In its right hand, it held a long whip covered in barbs—a chilling sight to behold.

The Godslaying Whip!

This was the very object that had just shattered Ning Jiang’s God-Slaying Blade. A single lash from this whip could instantly kill an expert of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

And in its left hand was a blood-stained horn.

”Tribulation Crosser, die!”

The God of Slaughter let out a piercing shriek and charged forward once more.

While in mid-air, it lashed out with its whip. The vicious ripple of power from the attack was enough to shatter the soul of any Divinity Transformation Realm expert.

”A bunch of fallen losers! Your original bodies have long since perished. How could a mere God of Slaughter formed from resentment possibly harm me?”

Ning Jiang’s battle intent soared. The God of Slaughter was a creature of legend. In the past, he’d never had the chance to meet one, which he’d always considered something of a shame.

’Challenging a powerful foe is what makes things interesting.’

From between his brows, three miniature figures stepped forth.

Experts of the Primordial Spirit Realm could have their Primordial Spirits leave their bodies to fight.

He dared not let this God of Slaughter charge into his sea of consciousness; if a battle broke out in there, he feared it would explode.

”God-Slaying Blade!”

Ning Jiang’s first Primordial Spirit clenched its fist, manifesting a God-Slaying Blade. With a searing rip, it tore through the night sky to clash with the Godslaying Whip.

Simultaneously, his other two Primordial Spirits attacked from the left and right, each wielding a God-Slaying Blade of their own.

’With three Primordial Spirits, he refused to believe he couldn’t handle this God of Slaughter.’

BOOM!

The next moment, a storm suddenly erupted. It was an invisible Primordial Spirit Storm that caused no harm to the physical body. However, if any expert of the Primordial Spirit Realm were to bear the brunt of this storm, their Primordial Spirit would be torn to shreds.

The God of Slaughter was unbelievably ferocious. It swung the long whip in its hand, spinning it like a windmill to force back all three of Ning Jiang’s Primordial Spirits.

’That’s a Primordial Spirit Treasure!’

A strange light flashed in Ning Jiang’s eyes. Just as Martial Artists could have Magical Treasures, so too could Primordial Spirits.

However, Primordial Spirit Treasures were incomparably precious, worth more than a hundred times a Magical Treasure of the same rank. Just think, Primordial Spirit Attack Secret Techniques were already exceedingly rare, to say nothing of Primordial Spirit Treasures.

An Upper Grade Sect like the Star Sword Sect couldn’t even produce a single Primordial Spirit Attack Secret Technique.

As for Primordial Spirit Treasures, not even the Seven Great Super Sects were guaranteed to possess one.

’If I could get my hands on this, I could refine it into a Primordial Spirit Treasure for the God Obliteration Technique!’

The God Obliteration Technique, a top-level Primordial Spirit Secret Technique, contained several methods for refining Primordial Spirit Treasures.

’This Godslaying Whip would be excellent forging material.’

”Kill!”

Ning Jiang went on the offensive. In his eyes, this God of Slaughter was now a walking treasure.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Sparks flew as the three Primordial Spirits, wielding their God-Slaying Blades, collided with the Godslaying Whip. After just a few clashes, the God-Slaying Blades completely shattered into fragments.

The God-Slaying Blade was not a Primordial Spirit Treasure, but merely a type of Primordial Spirit attack. It was a temporary manifestation and thus naturally no match for the Godslaying Whip.

His three Primordial Spirits were now essentially fighting bare-handed.

’It’s only thanks to the God Obliteration Technique that I can even contend with this God of Slaughter. An ordinary Martial Artist who ran into it would face certain death.’

’It seems the God-Slaying Blade alone is not enough to contend with this God of Slaughter.’

’In that case, I’ll try the Divinity Sealing Array.’

The Divinity Sealing Array was a type of Primordial Spirit Formation. Casting it required the coordination of three Primordial Spirits.

Ordinarily, this would require at least three separate experts of the Primordial Spirit Realm, but Ning Jiang possessed three Primordial Spirits all on his own. He could complete this formation by himself.

The three Primordial Spirits immediately dispersed, taking up positions to form a triangle.

”Divinity Sealing Array, rise!”

The three Primordial Spirits formed hand seals, and streams of runes surged forth. An Array Map materialized beneath the God of Slaughter’s feet.

The Array Map was incredibly profound. The next moment, streams of chains shot out from within it, snaking toward the God of Slaughter.

The Divinity Sealing Array’s primary function was to trap enemies.

It was notoriously difficult to kill an expert of the Primordial Spirit Realm. Under normal circumstances, one might destroy their physical body, but their Primordial Spirit could often escape.

The purpose of the Divinity Sealing Array was to prevent exactly that.

”KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!”

The God of Slaughter’s consciousness knew only a single impulse: to kill. It frantically swung its Godslaying Whip, shattering the flying chains one after another.

But the Array Map rotated, endlessly generating new chains. Even its Godslaying Whip couldn’t stop the relentless assault.

BWWWOOOOO!

At this critical moment, the desolate sound of a horn echoed forth. The God of Slaughter had finally activated its second Magical Treasure.

It was the horn in its left hand.

The moment the horn was activated, a terrifying sonic wave of Primordial Spirit energy erupted in all directions. The wave was so powerful that even Ning Jiang’s Primordial Spirits felt an intense pain, as if their bodies were about to crack apart.

CRACK. CRACK.

The countless chains snapped apart inch by inch. Ultimately, the Divinity Sealing Array was broken!

’Primordial Spirit Treasures really are troublesome.’

Ning Jiang felt a touch of regret. If not for those Primordial Spirit Treasures, the God of Slaughter would have already been his for the taking.

Still, the stronger, the better. He already considered both Magical Treasures his own.

”DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! JUST DIE FOR ME!”

The God of Slaughter’s face shifted hundreds of times, a blur of men and women, all wearing furious expressions. It seemed enraged by its inability to take down Ning Jiang.