Chapter 14491 Sword Name Shakes the Heavens
Chapter 14491 Sword Name Shakes the Heavens
"It's an honor to have set up such a formation for the four of us." Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, his fingertips brushing against the scabbard, but he didn't draw his sword immediately.
"The person behind you should show themselves." The white-haired old man stared intently at him, his tone tinged with urgency. He was never afraid of Ling Xiao, but rather of the Moon Maiden who had yet to appear.
"What's the rush?" Ling Xiao smiled, without a trace of fear in his eyes. "I'll play with you guys for a bit. After all, if she comes, the thirteen of you won't stand a chance."
"You dare to look down on me! Kill me!"
The white-haired old man roared, his figure vanishing from his spot and reappearing in front of Ling Xiao the next second, striking him in the chest with a palm. The palm wind was wrapped in golden divine light, shattering space inch by inch wherever it passed, even compressing the air into a solid barrier.
Instead of retreating, Ling Xiao advanced, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was drawn from its sheath with a "whoosh," transforming into a white rainbow as it clashed head-on!
Bang,!
The moment the two forces collided, the energy exploded like a bomb, sending rubble flying into the air before crashing down again. Ling Xiao was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the sword energy barrier behind him, letting out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The white-haired old man struck successfully but did not pursue. He retreated to his original spot, scanning his surroundings with his divine sense once more, his eyes filled with vigilance. He had a feeling that the Moon Maiden was hiding deep within the sea of clouds, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.
The sea of clouds remained silent, with only the sound of the wind swirling the pebbles across the square, creating an eerie stillness.
"Why aren't you calling her out?" The white-haired old man's gaze suddenly turned back to Ling Xiao, who was barely able to stand up while supporting himself with his sword. His eyes, which were filled with golden light, were full of impatience, and his tone was as cold as ice. He was too lazy to wait for Yue Nu any longer and only wanted to break this eyesore of a "thorn".
His answer was a fleeting afterimage that vanished abruptly, followed by the sharp whistling of a sword tearing through the air!
Slay the immortals!
The moment the sword was drawn, the wind in Fallen Dragon Valley seemed to stop. Time seemed to freeze in everyone's eyes: the white-haired old man only saw a blur before the green shadow was already close to his brow, the cold sword tip almost touching his skin! His pupils shrank, and his hands instinctively clasped together, his knuckles turning white from the force, and in the blink of an eye, he managed to trap the incoming Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword!
"Qiang!"
A piercing clang of metal rang out, shaking the surrounding clouds and causing them to churn. Though the old man barely managed to catch the sword tip, the sharpness contained within the blade had already pierced the skin between his eyebrows. A drop of crimson blood slowly seeped out, sliding down his nose and leaving a glaring mark on his pale face.
"Kill the God!"
Ling Xiao's roar followed immediately, his voice filled with a desperate resolve. An invisible and intangible force suddenly erupted from the sword, engulfing the old man like a tidal wave. It was the Divine Soul Attack of the God-Slaying Sword, designed to shatter a cultivator's spiritual platform and strike directly at the very source of their soul!
This was his risky plan: first use "Slaying Immortals" to break through the defenses, then use "Slaying Gods" to attack the soul. Even if there was a huge gap in their cultivation levels, he was willing to gamble on the weakness in the soul.
The white-haired old man's body trembled violently, and for the first time, true horror appeared on his face. He felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his mind, and his soul was about to be torn from his body and ripped to pieces by this force! He suddenly opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar: "Break!"
A surge of powerful golden energy erupted from his body, sweeping out like a tsunami. Ling Xiao was thrown back again, sword and all, the hem of his green robe torn to shreds by the force of the energy, and the blood that had just stopped flowing from the corner of his mouth spurted out once more.
Ling Bi reacted swiftly, her figure flashing forward like a ghost. She gently pressed her jade palm against Ling Xiao's back, trying to deflect the impact, but the remaining force still made her stagger backward. Her toes carved three deep grooves in the white jade square, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.
Ling Xiao steadied himself, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when he looked up, his heart sank: the white-haired old man had his hair and beard standing on end, bloodstains between his brows were still visible, and his aura was fluctuating violently, but he was closing his eyes and concentrating, forcibly suppressing his restless soul.
In the end… he was still just a hair’s breadth short. Ling Xiao sighed inwardly. The gap between realms could not be completely bridged by sword techniques and divine swords alone.
The white-haired old man slowly calmed his breathing. When he opened his eyes again, the look in his eyes as he looked at Ling Xiao had completely changed. His fear was mixed with a cold killing intent, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey. "Interesting. You are very powerful, but your weapon is even more powerful." He raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains between his brows, his voice full of sinister intent. "Today I finally understand why Yun Changkong died at your hands."
"It's not too late to know now." Ling Xiao tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a bloodstained smile, but his grip on the sword tightened even more.
The old man said no more, and slowly grasped the hilt of the golden sword at his waist with his right hand. The moment his fingertips touched the scabbard, the air in the square began to tremble, and even the deadly sword formation he had set up earlier emitted a faint hum, as if responding to the aura of the sword.
Ling Bi stepped forward, her longsword flashing as it was drawn, its aura aimed directly at the old man: "If you want to touch him, you'll have to get past me first!"
The old man scoffed disdainfully, his figure blurring as he left only an afterimage. In the next instant, he appeared before Ling Bi, not even drawing his sword, but simply throwing a punch. The air crackled with the force of his fist, the golden energy pressing down on Ling Bi like a small mountain!
Ling Bi's pupils contracted slightly, and her longsword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, fiercely thrust straight into her fist!
boom!
The instant their swords clashed, Ling Bi was thrown back several steps, her arm numb and her hand throbbing with pain. The old man, however, used the force of the impact to propel himself forward, his figure shooting straight at Ling Xiao like an arrow. He wanted to eliminate this greatest threat first!
Meanwhile, Jin Yan and Meng Haoqing were also entangled with the others. Jin Yan was enveloped in raging flames, his claws tearing through the sky as he fought a fierce battle with a witch clan elder; Meng Haoqing, on the other hand, unleashed his demonic flames, his fists slamming into the Gu clan scorpion king like iron hammers. The black flames collided with the scorpion king's poisonous mist, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound.
They are all outstanding young talents. Although they can fight against these veteran powerhouses in a one-on-one battle, they can only barely hold on. Their limit is to fight without dying and hold off one of them.
In an instant, the white-haired old man was upon Ling Xiao. He finally drew his golden sword slowly. The hum of the sword as it left its sheath carried a strange rhythm, like the horn of an emperor's coronation, causing all the surrounding sword energy to resonate. Golden sword light soared into the sky, its magnificent sword power like the collapse of the heavens, enveloping all directions, even dyeing the sea of clouds gold.
"This sword is named 'Heaven-Shattering Sword'," the old man said in a cold voice, carrying an undeniable arrogance. "It is the origin of all swords. When this sword is drawn, all other swords... must submit!"
Buzz!
As soon as the oppressive aura of the Heaven-Slaying Sword dissipated, the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in Ling Xiao's hand emitted a series of rapid tremors.
The sword's blade swirled with black light, vibrating violently. The vibrations emanating from the hilt grew stronger and stronger, like a ferocious beast bound by chains yet struggling desperately. It wasn't fear, but arrogance, the excitement of encountering a nemesis, an unyielding pride, as if roaring: "With me here, who dares to claim the title of Master of Ten Thousand Swords!"
