Chapter 2578 - 1489

The cleaver wielded by the female immortal, naturally, is imbued with its own spiritual power, under her command.

Under her control, the cleaver emits a special radiant glow.

The glow of the cleaver slashes away at the men from all directions before her.

Those men can feel the intense killing intent emitted by the cleaver.

They’re constantly dodging, constantly casting protective barriers, and their spells, even with the formation’s assistance, merely fend off the cleaver’s glow.

The cleaver before them has transformed into a Divine Artifact, seemingly possessing a soul, as it toys with them rather than killing them.

It knows that truly killing them would be inappropriate for its master.

Hurting them is permissible; toying with them just leaves them injured, yet it’s merely superficial wounds. Moreover, their clothes are shredded, barely covering crucial areas.

Other areas quickly turn into tatters, and in less than a quarter of an hour, blood is streaming from them, and their attire turns into rags.

An entire round of combat not only breaks their formation but injures them; these men wearing vestment robes are normally impervious to ordinary magic artifacts.

Their clothes cannot be shredded so easily; yet with just one move, they’ve been rendered so bedraggled.

Is this really just a cleaver?

Spectators outside are left dumbfounded!

Initially, when they saw the Master of Biluo Peak hand a cleaver to the female immortal, they were baffled, assuming this was a worthless ploy and that she’d soon be wounded.

But they never anticipated that, with just one move, she’d be so formidable.

The female immortal herself hadn’t expected her move, while powerful, though more potent than theirs, was merely powerful.

After all, they employed formation methods, attacking jointly, thus amplifying their strength manifold.

She felt her capabilities didn’t guarantee victory.

But unexpectedly, in one round, she injured them so thoroughly.

The female immortal giggled, witnessing the men’s tattered attire, she couldn’t help but laugh.

These men still couldn’t evade the cleaver.

The cleaver wasn’t directly striking them with slashes.

Its brilliance—each ray of light was like a knife.

Each stroke exuded murderous intent; the men present, being mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, how could they compare when faced with a Divine Artifact?

These men couldn’t perceive this, but the female immortal now sees it.

This cleaver is better than her sword.

Jiang Tang had long perceived that this cleaver was a Divine Artifact.

He hadn’t spoiled this as they were watching a show; an exhilarating text should indeed feel exhilarating.

The excitement of an empowerment saga.

While battling monsters, faces were metaphorically smacked.

The wives by his side hadn’t watched many empowerment texts accustomed to men.

But this time, they found it quite thrilling.

Their eyes twinkled, imagining a female immortal wielding a cleaver to knock down rogues.

Being women, they too desired excitement.

Though they hadn’t endured such a process, their gaze shifted to Jiang Tang.

As if saying, they too wanted such Divine Artifacts.

Jiang Tang... really?

Surely not, surely not!

After watching the show, my wives wouldn’t also seek a cleaver, would they?

Wielding a cleaver so crudely as a weapon?

Under his wives’ gaze, Jiang Tang promised them Divine Artifacts, but not cleavers. Perhaps a fruit knife or nail clipper.

Not a cleaver.

Because he didn’t want them wielding a cleaver so crudely; what if one day they brandished cleavers as weapons against him?

Jiang Tang already possessed Immortal Artifacts, and not to mention Divine Artifacts.

Though he didn’t forge them himself, he delegated to the Avatar God’s divine soul to craft them.

He encouraged them to watch the show, not immediately demand gifts upon viewing.

He can provide jewelry-like magic artifacts, but not so many weapons.

With his divine protection, alongside subordinates and pets, they needn’t intervene.

Being a virtuous wife and loving mother, a mere ornamental figure, was in truth quite satisfactory.

That’s what Jiang Tang thought, but the female cultivator didn’t see it that way.

Having a powerful husband, naturally she’d become stronger too.

Jiang Tang continued watching the show.

"Let’s craft you a fruit knife then—a magic hairpin that can transform into a fruit knife!"

With his promise, his wives were delighted.

Getting a gift, how could one not be happy?

The female immortal ultimately only managed to send these men who encircled her scampering away in embarrassment.

Because all their clothes were torn, even those replaced remained tattered.

Their storage bags contained countless clothes, disciple clothes were few.

Observed by so many onlookers, not only were they defeated, but in such a humiliating manner.

They were all angry, they were all ashamed, though they were dashing, they had pride.

Never had they been defeated in such a dishonorable manner, especially by a cleaver, a cleaver so razor-sharp.

The Master of Biluo Peak was previously scorned, unexpectedly the woman before them humiliated them with a cleaver.

Originally believing that so many men besieging one woman, it was an undue application of their abilities.

Just wishing to end quickly, take the woman away and demolish this mountain peak.

Considered multiple outcomes, yet not this one.

These men ran off in shame!

Spectators also dispersed.

After driving them away, the female immortal reclaimed the cleaver.

Then she began to slowly inspect the cleaver; no matter how she looked, it seemed a regular magic artifact?

It could also be described as an ordinary knife.