Absolute Destiny Game

At this moment, Xiao Jie's spirit could be said to be focused to the extreme, as if a biological instinct had been activated.

Blade Reflection!

In that instant, Xiao Jie's reflexes reached their limit. Clang! He actually blocked the attack.

"Interesting," remarked Master Hongchen, his expression unchanged after seeing Xiao Jie really block the attack.

Swish swish swish! The sword's edge slashed back mysteriously and unpredictably, like a whirlwind.

This time, Xiao Jie dared not take it head-on.

Phantom Traceless—Residual Shadow Steps—Assassin's Step!

Xiao Jie's figure flickered like a ghost around Master Hongchen.

Whoosh, yet in the final moment, he still took a sword strike; the Assassin's Step displacement was too slow, instantly depleting two-thirds of his health bar.

Qi Healing Skill! Without hesitation, Xiao Jie instantaneously cast a healing skill.

He didn't care how much it restored, desperately dodging backward.

"Stop dodging, hand over the Golden Core!" Red Dust's voice was noticeably impatient.

Another sword attack came, swift and vicious. Xiao Jie didn't have time to react before being struck, his health bar instantly bottoming out. The Substitute Grassman burned and disappeared, and Xiao Jie's health returned to 100 again.

Faced with Red Dust's pursuit, Xiao Jie could only slash out with a single cut.

One Cut, Two Pieces—Sky Splitting Flash!

He hoped that the slight pause after being hit would give him a moment to catch his breath.

Master Hongchen's figure flickered, dodging the sword wind and instantly reappearing at Xiao Jie's side, "Got you." In the fragment of a second when he had yet to finish his slash, something locked onto his neck.

Xiao Jie had already discerned that this Choking move seemed ordinary but came with a grappling effect. Once locked, one could barely move.

This meant he was at the end of his rope.

Changing Move—Lazy Donkey Roll!

Xiao Jie did not retract his sword. Instead, he rolled on the ground along with the forward momentum of his slash, unexpectedly dodging the grab.

Red Dust grew even more anxious now, swinging the Demon Slaying Sword from side to side.

Mystic Spirit Turtle Shell!

Clang clang—swish!

Two sword strikes shattered the turtle shell, but it also gave Xiao Jie space to react. He evaded the third sword strike with a Phantom Traceless, only to be chased again right after.

Xiao Jie's actions had exceeded his limits, relying entirely on game instinct to frantically press the keys.

Clang clang clang!

Three consecutive successful blocks. Xiao Jie didn't even know how he managed to block them, but ultimately was still hit by a palm strike, falling to the ground.

The health that was refilled with Qi Healing Skill was once again depleted.

Not only that, above Xiao Jie's head, a row of icons appeared—Heavy injury! Internal Injury! Qi Exhaustion! Weakness! Fatigue! Bone Fracture! Muscle Tear!

In that palm strike, Master Hongchen inflicted seven DEBUFFs. Xiao Jie was utterly paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

"I told you long ago, you can't escape."

"15 seconds!"

Not to mention 15 seconds, he couldn't hold out for even two more seconds.

Whoosh, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind Red Dust, piercing him with a sword—it was Ye Luo.

He had almost forgotten about this girl.

But Red Dust nonchalantly turned his head, reaching out with a palm.

Nihility Form! Ye Luo's figure instantly became semi-transparent.

Pop! Yet that grab still caught the ethereal Ye Luo, completely illogical. With a gentle twist, Ye Luo's head silently turned aside, dead.

"Now that I'm gone, it's up to you, Xiao Jie."

Ye Luo didn't call Hidden Moon Following Wind for the first time but shouted his name. Her voice was surprisingly calm, as if discussing an irrelevant matter.

seconds!

Red Dust looked toward Xiao Jie, "I told you before, your struggles are futile. Look at the killings you've committed, aren't they all in vain? Now, give me—"

"Die!" A cold voice suddenly resounded from behind, and a moment later, an earth spike pierced through the ground, directly skewering Red Dust's back, hanging him in mid-air, five-heart orientation pointing to the sky.

Some vines coiled around, binding Red Dust tightly.

This strike dealt no actual damage to Red Dust's Immortal body, but under the Spirit Lock state, it successfully trapped him. Although he struggled violently, the branches and vines continuously broke only to have more entangle him, rendering him unable to break free.

The figure of Wentian Wuji appeared behind Red Dust. This time, he did not hide his presence, but faced Red Dust directly.

Continuously guiding spells.

"You—you—you! Quick, release me! I want to become Immortal, I must become Immortal!"

Red Dust was both angry and anxious, his voice almost pleading. He felt the Immortal state reaching its final moments, believing there was still ample time for the last ceremony, the signing contract, yet unexpectedly caught in a trap at this critical moment.

Wentian Wuji turned a deaf ear, holding on until the final second.

Finally, the Spirit Lock time ended.

Spiritual energy on Red Dust's body flared like fire, instantly turning the spike and vines to dust. He broke free sharply, pouncing toward Xiao Jie, "Golden Core... give me the Golden Core!"

However, the duration of the half-step Immortal reached its end at that very moment.

Red Dust's hand, stretched toward Xiao Jie, disintegrated like ash, turning into a wisp of smoke, colliding with Xiao Jie without being able to cause any further harm.

Moreover, his entire body staggered and collapsed, trying to rise but had already begun to disintegrate.

First his feet and hands, then his thighs, arms, and finally his body.

His skin continuously detached from his body, turning into smoke and dissipating into the air.

Master Hongchen looked incredulously at his arms, his body, and his limbs, continuously peeling away, constantly disintegrating.

"No, impossible... this... this is not the end I deserve! Tens of thousands of years of diligent cultivation and learning, all gone like flowing water!"

That voice carried endless reluctance and regret, boundless anger, and despair.