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"boom--------!!!"

Like a shooting star falling to earth, the violent sound waves, along with the smoke and dust, swept outwards. However, the figure at the center did not shatter into pieces as expected.

Amidst the collapsed ruins, the Prince of Huai lay supine, his magical armor tattered and torn, revealing his battered body and broken limbs.

But in just a few breaths, these injuries began to heal at a visible speed. Even the broken arm stretched out its blood vessels and automatically reconnected the broken ends. It seemed that it would be able to recover completely in a short time.

This is the immortal body of a martial artist. Theoretically speaking, as long as the primordial spirit is not destroyed and there are enough cells that remain active, a third-rank extraordinary martial artist will not truly die.

This immortality is further enhanced to an epic degree after reaching the half-step Martial God level, making one almost immortal and indestructible. Even a super-grade expert would find it difficult to kill, and could only seal and suppress it. This was the case with the former Shen Shu.

Of course, Prince Huai is currently only a third-rank martial artist and is far from reaching this level, but he has now merged with Joan of Arc's Yang spirit, which has greatly enhanced the strength of his primordial spirit, making him much more difficult to kill than an ordinary third-rank martial artist.

Thinking of this, the gloom on the face of Prince Huai... no, it should be said that it was Joan of Arc eased slightly. After her injuries had mostly healed, she stood up, looked coldly at the distant city of Chuzhou, and a hint of vigilance appeared in her eyes.

Admittedly, there was an element of surprise attack in that last move, but to injure him so severely with just one move, the strength of that person probably exceeds that of an ordinary second-rank martial artist. Even with Joan of Arc's greatly increased strength, she wouldn't dare say she was certain of victory.

At the same time, a hint of doubt flashed through Joan of Arc's mind.

How could such a powerful figure suddenly appear in Chuzhou City, and even manage to deceive both himself and the extraordinary experts of the Witch God Cult...?

Buzz—!

The thought had barely formed when Joan of Arc suddenly felt an unusual spatial fluctuation coming from in front of her.

A warrior's instinct set off alarm bells in Joan of Arc's mind. As she retreated rapidly, countless sword energies swirled around her body, seemingly transforming into a set of ferocious-looking golden armor.

However, at that moment, a circle of sparks appeared out of thin air behind Joan of Arc, and a black-gloved hand silently pressed against her back.

A violent aura erupted in an instant, directly crushing Joan of Arc's protective sword energy, and then tearing through the body of the immortal with unstoppable force, piercing through his chest, with a throbbing heart still clutched in his palm.

"Interesting. I never thought that someone as utterly depraved as you, Bi Yang Wan Yi, would have a red heart... Ha, what a ghost."

With a sarcastic voice, the hand clenched tightly, crushing Joan of Arc's heart like a tomato, blood splattering everywhere.

Joan of Arc vomited blood, her heart filled with fear, but she endured the excruciating pain, raised her hand to grab the hand on her chest, and began to frantically pour her energy into the other's meridians and acupoints, rendering him unable to move for a short time.

Immediately afterwards, Joan of Arc manifested the four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire, along with dazzling sword energy and the corrupting power bestowed upon her by the Black Lotus…

For a time, Joan of Arc used every means at her disposal, attacking her opponent in a way that was almost mutually destructive, in an attempt to gain the upper hand in the ensuing battle.

However, none of this mattered.

Neither the elemental power controlled by the second-rank Taoist, nor the Heart Sword and Sword Control Technique of the Human Sect, nor the corrupting power of the Black Lotus that leads people to depravity, could shake the person behind him in the slightest.

The opponent is like a deep, unfathomable ocean. Any form of attack or method is like throwing a stone into it; you won't even hear a sound, let alone see a few ripples.

Instead, the hand that Joan of Arc was gripping tightly suddenly emitted a strange pink aura, as if it were alive, rapidly devouring his aura and then invading his flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, Joan of Arc's hand turned into bare white bones, looking extremely terrifying.

Joan of Arc was terrified. She quickly released her grip and rushed forward more than 500 meters before turning around and looking solemnly at the enemy who had ambushed her. The enemy was tall and slender, with long arms and a narrow waist, and a strong physique. He wore a blue-themed robe with both civil and military sleeves, but his face was covered by a red mask with black patterns, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

But what surprised Joan of Arc the most was that she felt a familiar aura about this person, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember who it was.

"Your Majesty, it has been so long since I last saw you, I have missed you terribly."

Sensing Joan of Arc's confused and bewildered gaze, Wu Xian let out a very irritating laugh, then raised his hand to remove the Shura mask, revealing a handsome face that could pierce the heavens.

Rumble——! !

As if a thunderbolt had struck her mind, Joan of Arc's pupils suddenly contracted, and at that moment she finally realized what she had overlooked in the past two days.

Joan of Arc had considered that someone from the Great Feng Dynasty would come to stop her from breaking through to the second rank of martial artist. It could be Wei Yuan, it could be Zhao Shou, and she even considered the supervisor. But she forgot about the culprit who had caused her to fall to this state.

Wu Xian, Wu Muzhi.

The night watchman, Silver Gong, who inexplicably stormed into the palace eleven days ago and forced him to flee the dragon vein!

Why! Why would he forget this guy!
Suddenly, the image of the white-robed sorcerer from yesterday flashed through Joan of Arc's mind. Then she looked at Wu Xian, her angry voice squeezed out from between her teeth.

"Shielding the secrets of heaven..."

By shielding one's secrets, one's memories and traces are erased from the world. Unless one appears in person in their true form before outsiders or those with deep karmic entanglements, no one can recall that person's identity.

This is the most shameless thing about high-level sorcerers, especially when they are plotting against others. Sometimes the opponent can't even find the right person to fight back, which is simply unethical.

On the other hand, after hearing Joan of Arc's words, Wu Xian simply smiled without saying a word, seemingly acknowledging his guess.

"good very good!"

Joan of Arc's face gradually contorted into a ferocious expression. Her aura and Yang Shen power erupted simultaneously, causing the void to tremble slightly, as if she had already touched the threshold of the first rank.

"Now that my strength has greatly increased, it's the perfect time to test my skills on you and see just how far this perfect fusion of martial arts and Taoist cultivation can go!"

Although she had just suffered a minor setback, Joan of Arc was not too flustered.

In his view, Wu Xian's cultivation level was still at the peak of the third rank. Even though his methods were strange, he could still compete with some second-rank experts. How could he be his opponent?

Of course, just to be on the safe side, Joan of Arc secretly used a secret method to contact the Witch God Cult and the Black Lotus Taoist, intending to gang up on the bastard boy and kill him.

"Are you planning to call in more people to help? If so, then don't waste your time."

Wu Xian's lips curled up, revealing a meaningful smile in the astonished gaze of Joan of Arc.

"Your Majesty might as well guess how many other people, besides me, have had their secrets of heaven blocked today."

(End of this chapter)