The little carp's mother arrived, but her first glance wasn't at the crowd, but at the corpse of Feng Wuji on the ground.
The blood flowing on the ground with the rainwater quickly receded, and the scattered corpses began to writhe as if alive, eventually piecing themselves together. The tadpole runes on his clothes rapidly moved and covered his wounds, instantly healing his body.
Perhaps due to the excessive speed, one of his arms was on backward.
"This is the only downside, it's so troublesome," Feng Wuji complained, then swung his sword and chopped off his newly healed arm.
With a single sword stroke, blood splashed everywhere, spraying wildly.
Feng Wuji, however, casually picked up the arm he had just chopped off and reattached it.
The blood that had flowed everywhere with the rain seemed to come alive, climbing up Feng Wuji's shoes, and finally reappeared as tadpole-sized runes on his clothes and mask.
Su Jinxiu had seen many of her kind and many strange abilities, but this was the first time she had encountered such a bizarre power.
"I hate rainy days the most," Feng Wuji said in a low voice.
Then, he pointed his long sword at the void, and the falling raindrops all began to distort, creating a large vacuum.
Zhu Yin'e, from the river, drew a long sword from the water, a true long sword, one hundred meters in length.
She swung the sword at Feng Wuji. Before the sword even reached the riverbank, its intense sharpness pierced the riverbank dike, causing the river water to surge in.
Su Huamei twitched her red silk ribbon, sweeping up Liu Nanfeng and the little carp as they retreated far away.
"Hehehehe..."
Feng Wuji let out a strange laugh, his voice filled with joy.
"Dragon, dragon, delicious, delicious..."
Amidst his frenzied words, he raised his long sword, and a resplendent sword qi shot towards the sky.
Everything he touched seemed to be imbued with life and emotion.
As he swept over the rainwater, it instantly turned black as ink and let out wails.
He swept over the bricks on the ground, and they contorted, struggling on the ground, emitting brutal laughter.
He swept over the nearby plants, and they writhed like giant pythons, growing countless thorns and emitting seductive moans.
He swept over the dike, and the massive stones of the dike roared towards the sky, unleashing their fury.
...
"What the heck is this?" Liu Nanfeng thought it was strange enough, but he never expected to witness such a bizarre spectacle.
Feng Wuji had completely integrated his emotions into his swordsmanship. Anything that touched his spirit would be contaminated by him.
These inanimate objects merely became vessels for his spirit.
But he had completely gone mad, his spirit twisted, so these vessels naturally became bizarre.
Su Jinxiu, who had retreated, explained to him.
Meanwhile, Zhu Yin'e and Feng Wuji's battle had reached its climax.
Whatever Feng Wuji's spirit spewed onto was contaminated, spreading uncontrollably like a virus. Even the long sword Zhu Yin'e drew from the Yangtze River was no exception; with each touch, it was contaminated and a segment disappeared.
Fortunately, the mighty river water was inexhaustible, and for a time, the two were at a stalemate.
"Mom is amazing, Mom keep it up, beat the bad guy."
The little carp, with tightly clenched fists, waved his guaguachui, staring nervously at the battling parties.
Suddenly, Liu Nanfeng felt something and turned his head, only to see the Ao Haiping siblings appearing beside them at some unknown time, looking intently at the center of the battlefield with serious expressions.
Seeing Liu Nanfeng look over, Ao Haiping immediately turned to him.
"Aren't you going to act?" Ao Haiping asked.
"Me?" Liu Nanfeng pointed to himself.
Then he gave a wry smile, "What business do I have here? If I go up, I'll just be cannon fodder."
Ao Haiping smiled and shook his head, "Don't you have mastery of the Raging Form? This is the wrath of Buddha, burning all things in the world, especially effective against spiritual contamination."
Liu Nanfeng's heart stirred. What he said was true. Buddhist divine abilities inherently focused on the mind and spirit, making them most effective in purifying all sorts of chaotic emotions. This was also why many people chose to become monks, as Buddhist teachings could cleanse the mind.
Even in mythology, powerful Buddhist figures could use Buddhist teachings to "convert" all sorts of demons and monsters, making them lay down their butcher knives and become Buddhas. In essence, it was a spiritual purification, though you could also understand it as assimilation.
Seeing Liu Nanfeng's slight inclination, Su Jinxiu grabbed his arm, her face full of worry, unwilling for him to take the risk.
She was well aware of Liu Nanfeng's strength. Although his power had grown rapidly during this time, it was far from sufficient.
"Sister Zhu, I'll help you," Ao Jiangyue suddenly said from the side.
Then, her weapons floated around her, densely packed rhombic sword edges layering one upon another, appearing quite formidable.
"No need, it's time to end this," Zhu Yin'e said.
"Moon Slash."
The long sword she wielded, formed from river water, gently swung towards Feng Wuji, like the moon in the water.
Feng Wuji swung his sword to block, but he found that the sword seemed not to exist, like the moon in the water.
After being swept by the sword, he showed no signs of physical injury, but he let out a pained howl. The many things around him that had been assimilated by his emotions also let out pained howls.
This sword strike was not aimed at Feng Wuji's body, but at his spirit.
Feng Wuji's spirit had completely integrated into his own Dao.
This sword strike was like striking his Dao, his soul, which was more painful than any physical injury.
The tadpole runes on Feng Wuji's body rapidly moved, and the things he had contaminated earlier rose with wisps of gray mist, which he absorbed into his body, as if healing his injuries. The things deprived of the gray mist's support seemed to have lost their lives, though the surroundings were already in disarray.
Zhu Yin'e, of course, would not wait for him to fully recover. She delivered several more strikes, completely destroying his spirit.
Without the support of his spirit, Feng Wuji was like a soulless being and was directly killed by Zhu Yin'e's sword.
The Ao Haiping siblings were somewhat surprised. They hadn't expected Zhu Yin'e's swordsmanship to be so formidable.
However, the Su sisters appeared calm, as if it were expected.
As the battle ended, the rain gradually subsided, the dark clouds dispersed, and moonlight fell from the sky.
Except for the messy surroundings, everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.
"Little fish, come home with Mom," Zhu Yin'e beckoned to the little carp.
Hearing this, the little carp took small steps, pitter-pattering forward.
"Wait." At this moment, Liu Nanfeng called out to her.
Su Jinxiu and Su Huamei, the two sisters, immediately looked at him with curious expressions. Even Zhu Yin'e did the same.
But Liu Nanfeng seemed not to notice. He said to the little carp, "Lend me your guaguachui."
"Ao?"
The little carp, in his bewildered state, had already handed the guaguachui in his hand to Liu Nanfeng.
Liu Nanfeng, holding the guaguachui, walked to Feng Wuji's corpse and gently tapped his head.
"All thoughts return to one, karmic fire burns the red dust."
A ball of flame sprang up from nowhere, rapidly engulfing Feng Wuji's corpse.
Feng Wuji's body let out pained howls again, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling to break free, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not break through the burning flames.
Only then was the opponent truly killed.