Over a hundred peculiar de techniques melded with the spread out crimson domain, causing the space around to follow the de work. In an instant, there was nothing but shes of des, almost like the entire space was a dance floor. It waspletely pressuring that Rothwell Mane. While pressuring him, it shrank more, the de work condensed on him too.


    Rothwell Mane was trapped within!


    It was almost like he was trapped in a little house, and was being shed at byrge amounts of de shes!


    This technique from Time scribbles didn''t have a name, Messy Void was a name he gave it himself.


    "Hahaha…" A loudugh resounded. Rothwell Mane stood his ground, almost as though he was admiring David''s performance.


    "Rise!"


    Rothwell Mane''s lips curled into a smile, simultaneously assassination weapons rose from all around him. At least 1,000 of thempletely covering Rothwell Mane. Every one of them under the shes of lightning gleamed like dazzling metals, the arc de edge was terrifying.


    "What!" David''s expression changed greatly. He had initially wanted to rely on speed to kill him, however how could hepete with the speed of spirit weapons? That was suicide!


    "Go!"


    Rothwell Mane waved, immediately the blur of countless weapons covered the skies and shot in all directions. Even though the hundred thread movement was very shocking, making one unable to urately deduce the person''s position, however with countless weapons shooting in all directions, it definitely spelled trouble. Although, using such quantity would diminish the power.


    However, the enemy was celestial level 2. Any one of those weapons could easily kill a normal gxy warrior


    "Dang! Dang!" David''s movement was unpredictable, however the number of weapons shot at him was simply too many. Wielding the de, he continuously blocked 10 of them. Even though he managed to deflect them away, they still affected his movement.


    "Haha…" Rothwell Mane''sugh continued. The rest of his dancing weapons all curved and simultaneously headed towards David. The air trembled and split apart, as up to a 1,000 assassination weapons shot at him. David''s expression grew heavy, his eyes were staring coldly at Rothwell Mane!


    A formless consciousness pressure fiercely smashed into Rothwell Mane''s consciousness.


    "Hm?" Rothwell Mane felt a pain in his head. The 1,000 assassination weapons controlled by his consciousness were immediately affected. Without the help of his gic energy, the weapons swiftly slowed down due to the high air resistance and gravity. They still followed their course and shot towards David, he however easily dodged them.


    Weapons capable of twisting and turning,pared to dumb straight shooting weapons, naturally were much easier to dodge!


    Shua! David dodged the weapons.


    "KA-BOOM!!!"


    The ground shattered as magma flew out as David rushed at Rothwell Mane.


    "Go and die!" David had already reached him. The blood shadow de in his hand had already be an iparably resplendent sh, cutting through every dimensional ne and space as it arrived at Rothwell Mane''s chest.


    Killing a Cosmic lord and killing a celestial were twopletely different things.


    From student level to gxy lord, the soul was definitely within the consciousness. Hence the control chip could at most control up to a gxy lord. The highest ves a ve trader could sell was a gxy  lord.


    When it came to celestial however, the soul was in the cell-body, life core!


    To kill a celestial, one had to destroy the life core. However, this life core could be stored in any part of the body, it could be within the head area, consciousness, at the leg or even in the arms, chest etc anywhere. Hence, to kill a celestial…the first thing was to determine where the life core was located!


    Due to the consciousness attack earlier, David had determined the position already.


    "Dang!" a gold light hit David''s de.


    "Trouble." David''s expression changed, he could see the gloomy and mad Rothwell Mane. David''s consciousness was considered celestial pinnacle, and Rothwell Mane too was celestial level. Even though it was weaker than his own, it was still at celestial level. That one attack only managed to shock him temporarily.


    Consciousness pressure, only when the level difference was huge, would the effect be obvious.


    "Hmph!" Rothwell Mane looked angrily at David. Simultaneously around him were 3 gold lights that surrounded his body and then shot at David together.


    "So troublesome. A fighter against a mental art practitioner would naturally be at a disadvantage. But to meet a mental art practitioner a few levels above me." David knew that he couldn''t win anymore.


    No matter how strong hisprehension of the originws were, and how powerful his movement was, as long as there was an army of different types of start weapons that attacked, there may still be a chance.


    However if the opponent was a few levels above, how could he battle?


    Even the Werewolf gene, before training techniques like Fiend of the world, just using it''s natural talents, it could at most fight it out with an opponent a levels higher, and destroy humans that were 2 level higher than itself.


    Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!


    3 golden lights as fast as lightning were shot out. David''s speed, no matter how fast it was, he still couldn''t dodge them in time. One beam shot through David''s throat, piercing right through and simultaneously the pressure from the shot caused his head to be a mess.


    Pu Tong!


    David fell.


    "What terrifying consciousness, just who is he. His consciousness is even stronger than mine, and hisprehension of thews are so high." Rothwell Mane walked towards the body. He looked at it and was shocked. "What a pity, a peak cosmic lord actually dared toe assassinate me. Such an attempt is just suicide. Let me see just who it is!"


    With a thought, he ripped apart the mask and lifted the mask to reveal the youth''s face.


    "Too weak!" The youth suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze malevolent as it glowed pure red.


    "Eh!"


    Rothwell Mane''s eyes looked down. His chest had already been stabbed by arge pale and skinny hand. It had pierced straight into his life core, it was a pity that his life core was but a normal human race''s core and was no where as perverted as that of a Werewolf gene.