Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 837 - 420: Today, No One Can Help You (Part 2)
Just now, when it was casting a spell on Zhang Ze, it was very careful to avoid the walls and objects in the cabin. This was precisely why Zhang Ze was able to jump around for so long.
Thinking of how this black hand didn't recognize him and the pitifully few spells it knew...
Zhang Ze suspected that to avoid leaking information, the left hand, as the main body, didn't even inject extra memories into this illusion.
This guess of Zhang Ze was not wrong.
Because Emperor Xiaojing's left hand knew what a good-for-nothing he was.
Given his own perverse nature, if he knew everything, he definitely wouldn't work properly and would instead focus all his efforts on plotting betrayal and independence.
Therefore, only a few limited spells and the orders to be executed were engraved into this illusion.
Just blocking that lightning depleted nearly half of the black hand's strength.
A few more times, and this black hand might run out of power.
With this in mind, Zhang Ze took action.
He seized the moment when the black hand hadn't reacted and used one of the few body techniques he could currently muster.
Sword Sect: Great Power Vajra Leg.
The target wasn't the black hand, but Brother Shi Xiu in the center of this core cabin.
As the saying goes, the more the enemy opposes, the more it means I'm doing the right thing.
Since the black hand wants to protect this place, then I'll destroy it. After all, I only have one lousy life, and my health bar is thick. As long as I can endure, I'll definitely win out.
This kick wasn't fast and was easily intercepted by the black hand, but Zhang Ze's killing move wasn't there.
Under the cover of the flying kick, he activated his Little Genius bracelet, and the Hundred Treasures Bag opened wide, releasing countless flying swords.
These flying swords were all second-hand, adorned with golden red dark patterns that seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Without Zhang Ze needing to cast a spell, these flying swords erratically flew in haphazard trajectories, like a chaotic swarm of bees.
The flying swords had no target, stabbing wherever they landed, exploding on impact.
Several even almost circled back to shoot into Zhang Ze's mouth.
This was the life-saving magical artifact Lily prepared for Zhang Ze, the Firecracker Flying Sword Array 1.0 Ultimate Invincible Edition.
Even though the words "Experimental Scrap, Handle with Care" hadn't been wiped clean from the box sealing the sword array, it must be said that this thing was indeed suitable for Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze's current physique was very suited to being a self-destructing truck, wielding this indiscriminate tool.
Seeing the sword array burst out, the black hand was somewhat stunned for a moment.
Blocking this sword array wasn't difficult, even easy, but with its limited spell knowledge, regardless of which spell it used, it would be using cannons to swat mosquitoes.
It had already seen through Zhang Ze's intentions and felt increasingly disgusted by him.
It decided not to waste any more time.
Black fog rose again, instantly rotting all the flying swords Zhang Ze had released into mud, and a burst of golden light flashed and shrank around Zhang Ze, with several protective magical artifacts crushed into black ash by the fog.
"Ant! Let's see what other tricks you have!"
The black hand roared angrily and seized the gap as those artifacts shattered, appearing before Zhang Ze in an instant, reaching to grab Zhang Ze's wrist.
The black hand suddenly gained a solid form, no longer a mere shadow.
It transformed from a long-range turret into a melee unit.
Lily's Little Genius phone watch disintegrated into ash at the mere touch, and next, the black hand used its hand as a blade to tear through space, shattering two more artifacts, finally striking Zhang Ze's Hundred Treasures Bag.
The Hundred Treasures Bag, which had accompanied him for so long, vanished without a trace.
After seizing Zhang Ze's means, the black hand's aura surged again, no longer conserving mana, and it released its ultimate trump card.
Imperial Supreme True Form.
Centered on its hand, the black fog turned into flesh, growing and healing, as a black-robed emperor took a step forward and grasped Zhang Ze's neck, lifting him up.
Emperor Xiaojing's illusion had its eyebrows vertical and closed, oblivious to external objects, with no trace of regal might between its eyes, only an unshakeable gloom and malice.
This form could only be maintained for thirty breaths.
But, it was enough.
Its spells couldn't affect Zhang Ze, but they could affect the space around him.
At this moment, under the suppression of realms, the space around the captured Zhang Ze was like a thousand pounds pressing down, rendering him immobile.
"Ant, what more can you do?"
As Emperor Xiaojing's illusion exerted its strength, the petrified lapel of Zhang Ze cracked.
Seeing the impending breach in Zhang Ze's innate Dao body turtle shell defense, a trace of satisfaction appeared in the eyes of Emperor Xiaojing's illusion.
"Today, no one can help you."
The illusion of Emperor Xiaojing said coldly.
...
In the grasp of Emperor Xiaojing, Zhang Ze's vision began to blur. As his innate Dao body fractured, the power of Emperor Xiaojing's illusion invaded his body, suddenly making him feel an icy chill, as if he were plunging into a vast starry sky.
But soon, he saw something.
In the boundless darkness, a light appeared. At the same time, as his innate Dao body shattered, something in his heart also broke apart.
Earth Sea, Innate Tao Embryo, Spirit Fusion Technique, Stone Golden Core, Yuan Mixed Body, Star God, Six Sects...
Everything, in his past life, in this life, remembered and forgotten, all flashed before his eyes like a film reel.
Finally returning to a singular point, both something and nothing.
All thoughts eradicated, all laws converge, I am the master, the body is already king.
The body is already king!
Between life and death, a flash of spiritual light, like an empowerment of enlightenment.
"So this is how it is, so... everything is the same."
Zhang Ze opened his eyes.
Emperor Xiaojing's illusion looked at Zhang Ze in shock.
In its concept, this ant before it shouldn't be able to move, not even a Tribulation Crossing could open their eyes.
This was a suppression of realms, why?
This is my world; how can he move?
But Zhang Ze not only opened his eyes, he also raised his hand.
Zhang Ze ignored the mountain-like pressure, raising his arm and giving the illusion of Emperor Xiaojing a slap.
And that's it, though he gained some enlightenment, the difference in stats couldn't be bridged.
This slap was entirely a subconscious move, and rather skillful at that.
Probably because he was used to it.
Mostly because he's slapped a lot of Xiao Family members before, adding one more doesn't matter.
"Is that all your strength? Haven't eaten?"
Zhang Ze mumbled, not knowing if he was speaking to the illusion of Emperor Xiaojing or himself.
Emperor Xiaojing's illusion was stunned after being slapped.
Whether an illusion or the main body, or a corpse, or a whole body, from small to large, from living to dead, and back to living, no one had ever slapped Xiao Jing's big mouth.
Not even his own father.
The slap wasn't powerful, but the damage was substantial.
"I want you dead! I want you dead! I want you dead!"
The illusion of Emperor Xiaojing roared in fury, slamming Zhang Ze heavily to the ground.
The black mirrored abyss appeared once more beneath Zhang Ze, with black water surging, transforming into blades slicing at Zhang Ze's body.
Twenty-three breaths left, the cracks on Zhang Ze's innate Tao body spread to his cheeks.
He couldn't hold on much longer.
But just as Zhang Ze's innate Tao body was about to collapse, a point of brilliant light bloomed from the center of his brow, and someone stepped out from it.
Another black robe.
He was behind Emperor Xiaojing's illusion.
"You want him dead?
"Did I allow it?"
With those words, with no warning, the hands of Emperor Xiaojing's illusion holding Zhang Ze were neatly severed.
