How Dare You Deceive the Heavenly Dao

The sudden shift in the battle reignited a spark in the eyes of the once desperate cultivators.

Above the river valley, Zhou Yue’s figure darted relentlessly through the flames, his Tang Dao blade slicing with breathtaking speed.

Rising Dragon, Rising Dragon, Rising Dragon again!

This scene was being watched by countless cultivators in Zhong Yi’s livestream.

At this moment, the chat was flooded with a relentless barrage of comments.

“Damn, how did Zhou’s Tang Dao turn into a spatula?”

“Hahaha, the more I watch, the more it looks like he’s flipping a wok!”

“That move is so cool! Didn’t Zhong Yi analyze the theory behind it before? And Zhou actually mastered it!”

“No wonder he’s using a white blade—it’s all about chaining more strikes and humiliating the opponent, huh?”

“Knocking that evil cultivator down to death, so satisfying!”

“That outfit is so fierce, makes me want to buy one too!”

“Li’s outfit is nice too… Wearing such a cool skin in Zhu Xian, seriously amazing!”

“Feels like Old Lu set us up…”

…

Jiang Lingfeng was being blasted endlessly through the air, helpless and desperate, silently praying that Zhou Yue would make a single mistake, giving him a chance to catch his breath mid-air.

As long as he could touch the ground, he would run without hesitation, never letting Zhou Yue get close enough to land a charging punch!

Just as his health bar was down to its last sliver, he suddenly saw Zhou Yue change his stance.

During the Rising Dragon moves, instead of igniting into flames for the next Rising Dragon, Zhou Yue suddenly shot out a grappling hook toward the ground.

Jiang Lingfeng’s heart leapt with joy, thinking the opponent had slipped up.

But then, in an instant, Zhou Yue charged up a blue light with lightning speed.

“No! How can he be so fast!!” Jiang Lingfeng shouted in despair.

By the time he would hit the ground, there shouldn’t have been enough time for Zhou Yue to fully charge a skill.

From Jiang Lingfeng’s experience, he was sure he could land, get up, and dodge the charged Hundred-Strikes Slash, then speed away from Zhou Yue.

But Zhou Yue had somehow pulled it off.

This was a transcendent technique called “Grappling Hook Hundred-Strikes,” taught by a great power within a dream realm.

Countless blades of light and sword qi erupted from his Tang Dao, engulfing Jiang Lingfeng’s body…

…

Meanwhile,

Below the river valley, the battle was also reaching its conclusion.

Li Moran was surrounded by swirling icy mist, stepping atop the frozen arm of a giant Buddha statue, leaping toward her opponent’s weak spot.

With a series of fierce sword strikes landing on the vulnerable mark behind the neck, the last sliver of the evil cultivator Buddha’s health was drained.

A flash of black-golden light burst forth, and the evil Buddha transformed into a human form.

However, the health bar froze at the very last bit—exactly at one point.

Li Moran frowned.

She hadn’t expected the opponent to have a “health lock” trick.

Puzzled, she glanced toward the nearby white screen.

She saw the opponent smiling slyly, as if everything had gone exactly as planned.

Above the river valley, Jiang Lingfeng—who should have already been dead—also had his health bar stuck at the final drop.

Jiang Lingfeng and Du Cheng both stood frozen in shock.

They had long tried countless methods to break through the “health lock” effect, but had never succeeded.

Was this sudden “health lock” a mistake on Zhou Yue and Li Moran’s part?

Had their damage just fallen short?

Before they could think further, the two prepared to quickly retreat from the scene.

But suddenly, they despairingly realized that their bodies felt as if they were locked in place, unable to move an inch.

“Elder Jiang, this is…”

“Hurry, exit the illusion!!”

Jiang Lingfeng was the first to sense something was wrong and tried to break free from the illusion, but it was already too late.

A terrifying force blocked their thoughts.

The illusion…

Impossible to escape!

At that moment, something even more despairing happened!

The faces of the two characters suddenly seemed to dissolve, slowly writhing, until finally their true appearances were revealed!

In Lu Ze’s illusions, face-morphing was a standard feature.

Very few would enter the scene with their true faces, let alone Jiang Lingfeng and Du Cheng.

They had initially appeared with masked, illusionary faces—who would have thought they would now reveal their true identities?

Among the elders and stewards of the Wujie Sword Sect, many recognized them immediately.

“Elder Jiang, Steward Du?! How could it be you…”

“Damn it! So it really is the cursed Illusion Alliance!!!”

“Heh, so you know what you’re doing is shameful, huh?”

…

Among the dozen or so furious cultivators, none was angrier than Li Jiujian.

As an elder of the Wujie Sword Sect, he was an old acquaintance of Jiang Lingfeng.

Just thinking about how he had been relentlessly hunted and humiliated by evil cultivators these past few days made the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.

“Fine, fine, fine…”

“The Wujie Sword Sect has actually produced scum like you!!”

Killing intent blazed in Li Jiujian’s eyes.

“Y-Yes! I am Jiang Lingfeng! Hahaha, remember this—I am Jiang Lingfeng!!”

Thinking quickly, Jiang Lingfeng admitted to it on the spot, pretending it was a deliberate false accusation.

But he forgot that the other party was also an elder of the Wujie Sword Sect.

Li Jiujian immediately disconnected from the illusion.

Not long after, Jiang Lingfeng felt a terrifying killing intent surge from the outside world…

…

According to rumors, that day on the Illusion Sword Peak of the Wujie Sword Sect, a brutal real fight broke out among elders at the Refining Void Realm.

Strictly speaking, it was Li Jiujian single-handedly beating Jiang Lingfeng.

After all, one was an elder specializing in swordsmanship, the other a master of formation arts.

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Caught off guard, the latter was completely outmatched.

This incident served as solid proof of the true identities of the evil cultivators, Dafo and Hutu.

Among cultivators who loved illusions, this stirred up an uproar.

On the forums, cultivators instantly began to vehemently criticize both the Wujie Sword Sect and the Illusion Alliance.

In contrast, Lu Ze’s illusions saw their reputation soar.

That day, as Du Cheng and Jiang Lingfeng simultaneously disconnected, all cultivators involved in the battle were awarded the exclusive title of [Slayer of Immortals].

The many iconic moments from this battle spread like wildfire, even being adapted by storytellers into various versions, becoming wildly popular.

Whether they had personally participated in the Slayer of Immortals War, watched the entire battle live, or heard the stories online, everyone felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

When Li Moran and Zhou Yue launched their desperate counterattack, the new skins that shimmered around them instantly became a hit among cultivators.

Even with a steep price, they sold like hotcakes.

Even those low-tier cultivators who couldn’t afford the expensive skins would still buy a spoon priced at one spirit stone, as a memento of this Battle of Immortal Slaughter.

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Inside the main space of the illusion server.

Although they had won the battle, the remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao was deeply dissatisfied.

Because it never got a chance to intervene.

If Lu Ze hadn’t stepped in to block it, Jiang Lingfeng would have already been a corpse the moment that Earthly Fiend talisman fell.

“Mortal, you’ve deceived this Heavenly Dao!”

The remnant spirit of the Heavenly Dao gazed at Lu Ze with boundless resentment.

“You promised me a chance to act, didn’t you?”

“Deceive you? Not at all.”

Lu Ze blinked, smiling slyly as he shook his head.

“I never said you had to act inside my illusion, did I?”