Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 379 Judgement, Let Me Test My Limits! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong sense of oppression filled the air, causing the bald man in black and the constables fighting around them to pause slightly.

Before they could even react, the constables who had come with Lü Qing felt an immense pressure from above, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on them, forcing them to kneel down uncontrollably, their bodies almost sprawling on the ground.

Seeing this, the bald man in black was dumbfounded.

What's going on? Do they have some experts on their side?

Clang!
Just then, a sharp sound of a blade being drawn suddenly rang out. The bald men in black looked in the direction of the sound and found that the world before them seemed to have lost its color in an instant and had fallen into a state of absolute stillness.

Only a dazzling blade of light, reaching from the sky to the earth, rushed towards them, slashing directly into their hearts.

*Pfft!* xN
As the sounds of flesh tearing apart echoed, the world resumed its flow, and the oppressive weight that had descended from the sky vanished.

At the same time, dozens of corpses, cut in two, appeared on the ground. The cuts were smooth as mirrors, and no blood spurted out for a long time, which looked very strange.

The constables of the Jingzhao Prefecture scrambled to their feet as if waking from a dream, staring blankly at the scene before them. Their mouths were slightly open, and they stammered "Aba aba" for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Lu Qing was slightly better off, but she still couldn't help but gasp several times, causing her large breasts to heave up and down, making one worry that their clothes might burst open and reveal their beautiful inner beauty.

Snap! Splash!

At that moment, I heard the sound of a mirror shattering.

However, countless fine cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the long sword in Wu Xian's hand. Finally, as if it could not bear the weight, it shattered with a bang, turning into dust and dissipating, leaving only a bare hilt.

Wu Xian frowned slightly, then shook his head helplessly.

This knife was forged by Song Qing, the fourth disciple of the supervisor, using alchemy. Although it was far inferior to Xu Qi'an's Taiping Knife in terms of material, it was still at least at the level of a magic weapon in terms of strength.

However, Wu Xian is too powerful now. He can swing his sword casually without much trouble, but if he takes it seriously and pours too much energy into it, the sword will naturally be unable to withstand it and will shatter.

"I can only try to get a freebie next time I go to the Imperial Observatory. Maybe this time I can run into that old scoundrel, the Director, and make a prototype of a Martial God Weapon."

Thinking this to himself, Wu Xian couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Having traveled through so many years, he had the opportunity to meet the second-generation Director of the Imperial Observatory, who was the embodiment of the will of Heaven, several times because he collaborated with the Imperial Observatory to make many inventions and creations.

But each time, the other person barely paid any attention to him, as if he were just an insignificant passerby.

Frankly, this is very abnormal.

After all, according to the setting, the supervisor has the ability to foresee the future. He had done so many things that should have been done by Xu Qi'an, which should have seriously affected the future situation. Given the other party's personality of liking to control everything in the original work, there should be no reason for him to ignore him.

Wu Xian was completely baffled by this, but because he lacked the strength, he dared not and was not qualified to confront the supervisor. He could only suppress his doubts and prepare to ask the supervisor when he became powerful in the future.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian clenched his fist, feeling the seemingly endless power within his body, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

A first-grade sorcerer is invincible within the Great Feng Kingdom, below the highest grade... Perfect, I can use you to test my current limits!
"Wu Yinluo!"

At this moment, Lü Qing's voice interrupted Wu Xian's reverie. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw the magnanimous and beautiful head constable looking at him with a tense and awe-inspiring expression, and then she said with a wry smile:

“Wu Yinluo, your strike just now almost killed all those men in black, but we received a mission that someone will attack Her Highness the Princess, so we still need one or two survivors to find the mastermind, so…” She didn’t finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear: if you encounter anyone else who wants to attack, please show mercy and at least leave a few people who can speak.

Wu Xian felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this. He had been so focused on showing off that he had forgotten the important matter.

However, he remained calm and composed, and said with a smile, "Officer Lü, there's no need to worry. I've already made plans regarding the witnesses."

Having said that, he raised his hand towards the numerous corpses on the ground, his eyes suddenly flashing with a deep black light, and said in a deep voice, "Restrain!"

The next second, a chilling wind swept through the area, and all the constables present couldn't help but tremble.

Immediately afterwards, they were astonished to find that wisps of black smoke were rising from the corpses on the ground, then condensing in mid-air and transforming into translucent shapes that were identical to those of the bald men in black.

"A ghost...a ghost!!"

Some of the constables screamed upon witnessing this horrifying scene, then their eyes rolled back and they fainted.

Seeing this, Lü Qing was also somewhat surprised, but having traveled all over the country handling cases, he had some experience. So he looked at Wu Xian and tentatively asked, "Wu Yinluo, is this... a Taoist spell?"

The Taoist sects in this world also have similar methods for guiding souls. Lü Qing had heard his seniors mention it before, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

But what surprised her even more was that Wu Xian actually knew such Taoist arts. Wasn't he just a pure martial artist?
"Ah."

Wu Xian did not deny it. His black pupils swept across the souls in mid-air, and finally he chose the strongest one. He pressed down slightly with his palm and forcibly pushed the soul back into the still-warm corpse.

At the same time, Wu Xian used his energy to absorb the guy's body, which had been broken in two, and then red and blue energy burst out from his palm, covering the guy's body.

"Plop! Plop!"

A moment later, two strong heartbeats suddenly sounded. To everyone's astonishment, the bald man in black, who should have been dead, opened his eyes and began to breathe heavily, as if he were drowning. Even his lower body seemed to have been glued back together, showing no signs of abnormality.

Wu Xian was not surprised at all. With his Spirit Binding and Dual-Hand Technique, as long as the deceased's soul had not dissipated and the body was still intact, he had a way to temporarily revive the person.

Of course, time is limited; he'll likely die within seven days at most, but that's more than enough time to get a personal statement or something.

"He's in your care, Officer Lü. The princess and I will go ahead!"

As he spoke, Wu Xian had already twisted the will of the bald man in black with his blue hand, making him give up resisting and from now on only able to tell the truth. Then he waved his hand and threw him to Lü Qing, while he flicked his finger and released a burst of energy that hit the horse's rump, finally accelerating forward.

There must be more than just this wave of people sent to ambush them. It's time to speed things up and have a bloodbath!

Meanwhile, deep in the woods beside the official road, a figure quietly emerged. He was dressed in a black robe, with a golden gong hanging on his chest. His facial features were soft, making it almost impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

"That slash just now, and that ability to bring the dead back to life—what exactly happened to Wu Muzhi? How did he suddenly become so strange... No, I must tell my godfather about these things as soon as possible, lest he deceive me again!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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