Chapter 109: The Emergence of the Soul-Seizing Sorcerer

“Old sorcerer, is that all you have with this broken sword? Use all your divine artifacts! Otherwise, when we clash, if you see my divine bow multiply into hundreds, don’t accuse me of winning by numbers or by youth!” Yang Shengtian’s eyes reddened as he spoke.

“Hahaha! Young man, don’t talk about your divine bow multiplying hundreds of times. Even if it multiplied into thousands, this divine sword alone is enough to protect me. If you can even harm a single hair on me, I’ll admit defeat!” Master Xuan Zhe chuckled, drawing his sword and standing tall before Yang Shengtian. But in his heart, he wondered: Huang Xianlin said that Wei Xiaofan had completely forgotten all that happened before he turned fifteen. So how could he still remember how to wield this divine bow?

“Alright, you said it yourself!” Yang Shengtian shouted at the divine bow, “Transform!” Instantly, the bow spun down from above Master Xuan Zhe’s head, flying swiftly while multiplying countless identical bows behind it. In less than the time it took to finish a bowl of water, three or four hundred divine bows had formed, surrounding Master Xuan Zhe from all sides and angles, each automatically drawing its string and aiming at him.

Seeing Yang Shengtian command the divine bows just as he did before the age of fifteen, Master Xuan Zhe realized that indeed, the method of using the divine bow was the only thing he hadn’t forgotten.

As the divine bows prepared to shoot their arrows, Master Xuan Zhe swiftly swung his divine sword in all directions, muttering incantations. Suddenly, he tossed the sword into the air and shouted “Transform!” In a flash, the divine sword moved like lightning, darting around him at incredible speed. With each rapid movement, countless white flashes erupted around him, resembling continuous lightning in the sky.

Yang Shengtian immediately shouted “Shoot!” The surrounding divine bows repeatedly pulled their strings, firing arrows made of white light toward Master Xuan Zhe.

The arrows collided with the sword’s shadows flying around Master Xuan Zhe, sparking brilliant flashes like lightning and ringing out metallic “clang” sounds.

After a while of this intense clash, Yang Shengtian saw that Master Xuan Zhe was unharmed, calmly observing the battle between the arrows and sword shadows.

Yang Shengtian’s anger boiled over. He hadn’t expected this old sorcerer to wield such a miraculous sword, and his divine bow’s greatest power was all it could muster. Since it couldn’t harm this old man, wasn’t he doomed to lose easily?

At that moment, Master Xuan Zhe calmly approached Yang Shengtian, his sword shadows moving with him and shielding him from the divine arrows, protecting his body as he moved. Yang Shengtian was amazed—his sword shadows not only moved but also blocked the divine bow’s arrows so effectively. This was too powerful! It seemed certain he would lose.

Feeling increasingly ashamed after exchanging several moves without gaining any advantage, Yang Shengtian’s frustration grew. He rose from his black steed, his eyes burning red as he glared at the approaching Master Xuan Zhe. Raising his right hand, veins bulging, his fingers curled sharply. He gathered his power and shouted loudly toward the divine bows in the air.

As Yang Shengtian’s voice rang out, five faint red beams suddenly shot from his five fingers toward the main divine bow above, then spread to the multiplied bows. At that moment, all the arrows fired by the divine bows turned a pale red, shooting toward the sword shadows around Master Xuan Zhe.

Master Xuan Zhe was stunned to see Yang Shengtian emit five streams of red energy from his fingers. Did this divine bow have such a technique? Had he been unaware of this before, or had Wei Xiaofan’s skills mutated under some soul-controlling spell?

Not daring to underestimate the threat, Master Xuan Zhe immediately recited a suppression incantation, enhancing the power of his divine sword to resist Yang Shengtian’s mutated divine technique.

The sword shadows around him accelerated and thickened, smashing the oncoming pale red arrows to fragments, which then fell to the ground and vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, Yang Shengtian grew even more furious and anxious. Suddenly, he clutched his head, his face contorted in pain, muttering to himself:

“I’ve done as you wished. If I can’t beat his sword technique, what else can I do...?”

Master Xuan Zhe wondered: “Why has Wei Xiaofan suddenly become like this? Could it be the soul-controlling spell attached to him, tormenting his mind and unbearable to endure?”

Yang Shengtian’s pain intensified. He flipped off the black steed and tumbled onto the ground, rolling and murmuring:

“Who are you? Why do you haunt me like a shadow? You coward! Dare you face me one-on-one? Using such vile tricks to control me—what kind of man are you!?”

Master Xuan Zhe thought: “Indeed, it is the soul-controlling spell at work within him. Perhaps the reason Wei Xiaofan lost all memories before fifteen is due to this spell, cast with a special illusion to temporarily erase his memory.”

Seeing his beloved disciple suffer so much, Master Xuan Zhe’s heart ached. He leapt from the sword shadows to Yang Shengtian’s side, striking him unconscious with a palm. Then he helped him sit up and meditated behind him. Placing his palms on Yang Shengtian’s back, he channeled his inner power into Yang Shengtian’s body.

Immediately, Yang Shengtian’s facial muscles twitched and writhed as if small worms crawled beneath his skin. Even his helmet trembled slightly from the movement.

Master Xuan Zhe thought: “This soul-controlling spell truly wreaks havoc inside him. But is it really so powerful? Despite my magic and battle with Wei Xiaofan, it actually moves inside his head?”

Seeing the soul spell manifest as it writhed on Wei Xiaofan’s face, Master Xuan Zhe realized it feared his magic; otherwise, it wouldn’t reveal itself so clearly.

He intensified his spellcasting.

Yang Shengtian’s facial muscles convulsed more violently, and his pained expression became distorted by the intense muscle movements.

Suddenly, Yang Shengtian stood up abruptly, shaking violently. An invisible figure, as if formed from air, separated from his body and appeared behind him. The invisible figure bent forward, wrapping one arm around Yang Shengtian’s waist while striking Master Xuan Zhe, who was meditating, with the other hand.

After the strike, the invisible figure leapt back and flew into the sky, carrying Yang Shengtian along.

Master Xuan Zhe was caught off guard by the soul-controlling spirit’s sudden appearance and the palm strike that knocked him down.

When he regained consciousness, he saw Yang Shengtian’s body flying upward.

He sprang up and chased after Yang Shengtian and the invisible soul spirit.

“Master Xuan Zhe, it’s been centuries since we last met. Your magic has truly reached such heights! Congratulations, congratulations! Your beloved disciple Wei Xiaofan is in my temporary custody. When I have achieved my goals, I shall return him to you!” the invisible soul spirit declared.

Master Xuan Zhe hastened his spellcasting to close the distance, but the soul spirit flew too swiftly and vanished beyond the horizon in less than fifteen minutes, leaving only an invisible whirlwind in the air.