Chapter 762: Ma.s.sacre!
After knocking all the half-Sages down, the berserk sword dragons slowly vanished. Soon, the hall turned calm again.
Horror flashed in the eyes of the half-Sages lying injured on the floor as they stared at Yan s.h.i.+san standing upright with his hands behind his back on the stone platform.
“Xiao Bai, you use the sword. I’ll help you fight for this Heavenly Ice Sword.”
Xuan Yu could make out a tempted expression in Xiao Bai’s eyes. He smiled faintly as he spoke gently. He believed that if he could help Xiao Bai obtain the Heavenly Ice Sword at this moment, he would be able to capture her heart immediately.
However, when Xuan Yu’s second uncle heard this, his expression changed dramatically.
Xiao Bai could not help but frown heavily. Seeing that Xuan Yu was about to make a move, she quickly replied, “There is no need. I’ll get it myself.”
Noticing Xiao Bai rush out, Jiang Zimo and Mu Xinya quickly followed.
Xuan Yu’s expression changed slightly. He had not expected Xiao Bai to take on the challenge personally to avoid leading him on. He snorted coldly and stepped forward to follow.
“Don’t go. Don’t be rash. This person is Yan s.h.i.+san, the demonic genius of a Sovereign n.o.ble Clan. You are not his match.”
Xuan Yu’s second uncle quickly chased after and stopped Xuan Yu. Then he told him about the various horrors of the Sovereign n.o.ble Clans.
Listening to his second uncle’s explanation, Xuan Yu could not help making a face. He abandoned thoughts of giving Xiao Bai a hand. If the way of the ma.s.sacring sword harmed his life force, his future would be over.
Xiao Chen, who had originally been planning to just watch, suddenly saw a familiar figure fly out from the crowd. His face went blank before he forced a smile and said helplessly, “Back then, I should not have let her walk the way of the sword.”
He pushed off the ground. Standing on an Azure Dragon image, he soared over to stop Xiao Bai.
Yan s.h.i.+san’s way of the ma.s.sacring sword was clearly different from a regular cultivator’s state of ma.s.sacre. It was a pure and extreme way of killing that used the action of killing like a sword, destroying everything and eliminating life force. An injury to one’s life force was not something that would heal with a few days’ rest.
A dragon roar resounded in the hall. As the dragon image carried him up, Xiao Chen leaped into the air and instantly arrived ahead of Xiao Bai, Jiang Zimo, and Mu Xinya.
Yan s.h.i.+san stood upright with his hands behind his back on the hundred-meter-tall stone platform. He did not move, but three berserk dragons made of killing swords moved up and down around him.
The moment these berserk dragons saw someone coming, they immediately roared and charged over.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”
Standing in front, Xiao Chen faced the three berserk dragons formed of killing swords, so he personally experienced the state of ma.s.sacre contained in the berserk dragons.
The ten thousand swords in front clashed with one another, all showing their edges. The ma.s.sed sounds were like ferocious beasts roaring hoa.r.s.ely.
Thousands upon thousands of “kill” words formed and entered Xiao Chen’s mind like the rising tide, fl.u.s.tering him and evoking some fear.
He finally understood why those half-Sages had to spend so much effort to try and resist, only to weary and eventually fail.
It was not that those half-Sages were weak, but this Yan s.h.i.+san was too strong. The way of the ma.s.sacring sword was overwhelming, killing everything in the world, eliminating life force forever.
As long as one’s mental state and Mental Energy were weaker than Yan s.h.i.+san’s, one would be like a dog before him, mercilessly killed and swallowed up by the way of the ma.s.sacring sword.
No matter how strong one’s Quintessence was or how many Martial Techniques and Secret Treasures one had, if one could not even bring out seventy percent of one’s strength, defeat would just be a matter of time.
Xiao Chen roared, and the Mental Energy in his sea of consciousness surged like a gus.h.i.+ng river. The waves splashed up into the sky and crashed down, chasing away the “kill” words in his mind.
His mental state returned to normal, and his eyes cleared. Suddenly, vast sagely music echoed in the hall.
The sagely music sang of the distant legend. Every time one rendition of it finished, the cycle of history repeated. The ancient saga became even more dignified.
Quintessence, Vital Qi, and Mental Energy, all three energies drained at the same time. The strength that Xiao Chen grasped also rapidly increased as he watched the three berserk sword dragons approach.
He took a step forward instead of retreating, sending out a punch.
“Myriad Heaven Divine Fist, Distant Legend!”
A bright, dazzling light shone, turning physical and as viscous as ink. As it poured out, it clashed explosively with the ma.s.sacre berserk dragon made up of swords.
A dull sound reverberated throughout the hall. Every strand of radiance and ma.s.sacring sword fought a death battle with each other, like two vast armies of ten thousand people locked in intense combat.
The clangor of battle along with the fog of scarlet light and desperate killing gave off a horrifying aura that splashed in all over the place and rumbled on the ground.
The entire hall started trembling violently. It felt like mountain dams collapsing and snow mountains crumbling. At this crucial moment, if one did not flee, they would be in danger of extermination.
As this was the Heavenly Roc King’s Star Grave Palace, naturally, there were no mountain dams or snow mountains. This was merely the atmosphere created by the two fighting each other.
Several people had grim expressions as they watched the two in the air. Their eyes flickered with horror.
How demonic were these geniuses to create such a frightful atmosphere before they even became Martial Sages? These people could not be underestimated.
When all the smoke and dust scattered and the wind stopped blowing, everyone looked over to see what happened. Xiao Chen unexpectedly blocked Yan s.h.i.+san’s terrifying berserk sword dragon.
This made the many half-Sages here feel dread. For the first time, someone held his own against the ma.s.sacring berserk sword dragon, which defeated its opponents in moments, and drained its energy. In this clash, the two sides seemed equal.
“It’s him, White Robed Bladesman Xiao Chen!”
In the chaos, many people recognized Xiao Chen’s appearance. That day, when he scared off the loose cultivator Wu Yuankai with a shout in Hunluo City, his name spread far and wide. Many of the cultivators here were from Hunluo Province. They thought for a while and recalled Xiao Chen’s ident.i.ty and background.
When the crowd saw that Xiao Chen could hold his own against Yan s.h.i.+san, they were thunderstruck. So they focused themselves and paid attention to the fight.
Xiao Bai’s innocent and charming face turned joyful. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. She could not help but want to go forward and hug Xiao Chen.
“Just stand behind me and don’t move. Afterwards, I’ll come back and teach you a lesson. Do you know how dangerous that was earlier?!”
A familiar voice rang out. Xiao Bai had a bitter expression like she felt somewhat wronged. However, she still obeyed, retreating a hundred steps with Mu Xinya and Jiang Zimo.
When Xuan Yu saw this scene, jealousy flared up in his heart. He had interacted with Xiao Bai for quite some time already, but he had never seen her this obedient.
I’ll let you play the hero first. When Yan s.h.i.+san severely injures you, I will come and humiliate you ruthlessly, Xuan Yu thought to himself as he glanced at Xiao Chen.
Yan s.h.i.+san stood on the stone platform with the Heavenly Ice Sword stuck in it. He did not move at all, and not much expression was visible on his stern face.
Aside from coldness, there was just more coldness.
“Since you are a bladesman, why use those Deity Race tricks?”
Yan s.h.i.+san squinted slightly, and rage flashed in his eyes, piercing at Xiao Chen like a knife.
Xiao Chen smiled bitterly to himself. This person probably misunderstood. Yan s.h.i.+san had to be thinking that Xiao Chen was looking down on him, believing that even if he did not draw his saber, he could still handle him by using minor tricks.
However, for Xiao Chen now, when the Myriad Heaven Divine Fist merged three kinds of energies, it far surpa.s.sed the original Myriad Heaven Divine Fist. In fact, it was no weaker than his Saber Techniques.
In explosive power and destructive force, it was even stronger.
However, since Yan s.h.i.+san said that, there was no need for Xiao Chen to let this misunderstanding continue. He would just use his saber.
In the past few days, Xiao Chen had not neglected to practice the Azure Emperor’s Drawing the Saber. Now, he could instantly send out eighty-one different trajectories.
His opponent had a peak Great Perfection sword intent. His saber intent reached seventy percent comprehension. Saber intent was naturally stronger than sword intent. Although there was some difference in cultivation, it would not be to the point where his saber intent would shatter immediately.
As Xiao Chen stood on the Azure Dragon image, he held the Lunar Shadow Saber in his left hand and slowly moved his right hand to the saber hilt. As he took up the stance, his states merged with the surroundings, encasing Yan s.h.i.+san.
At first, Yan s.h.i.+san did not care. Then, his eyes lit up, and his expression slowly turned graver. He actually could not see how Xiao Chen would draw the saber or its trajectories.
The air filled with figures of Xiao Chen drawing the saber: up, down, left, and right. It was like there was no place he did not cover.
“Interesting. However, before a strong power, even the most exquisite technique is useless.”
Yan s.h.i.+san nodded to himself. He acknowledged that his drawing skills were not comparable. However, he did not care too much. The gap between their strengths was too wide. There was no way his opponent could use this advantage to kill him in one move.
As long as Xiao Chen could not kill him in one move, Yan s.h.i.+san could instantly counterattack and kill him. In Yan s.h.i.+san’s opinion, Xiao Chen had only one chance.
Standing at the entrance to the hall in the distance, Nangong Qiong saw the two about to fight and could not help but feel a headache.
This Xiao Chen is really troublesome. He looks very prim and proper, but when he sees a pretty girl, he goes crazy and dares to challenge anyone.
Wait, that can’t be right. This lady is a national beauty and not any less pretty than that little fox. How come he has no reaction to me?
Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! What am I thinking? I have to stop them. Otherwise, Xiao Chen will be out of strength by the time we reach the core area of the palace, and won’t be able to help me to open the Heavenly Cloud Stone door.
Just as Yan s.h.i.+san’s hand was about to touch his own sword hilt, an ancient and plain wooden umbrella appeared. Nangong Qiong held the umbrella, standing beside Xiao Chen with a smile.
“Young Master s.h.i.+san, it has been a long time.”
When Yan s.h.i.+san saw Nangong Qiong, he was clearly astonished. Furthermore, she was right next to Xiao Chen. He projected his voice to her and asked, Ying Qiong, you want to help him?
Don’t you bother yourself with that. In any case, you can’t fight with this person now. Just take your Heavenly Ice Sword and go; that will do.
The two quickly exchanged some words. Then, Yan s.h.i.+san glanced at Xiao Bai, who was behind Xiao Chen. He entered deep thought before presenting his own black sword lightly.
Yan s.h.i.+san said calmly, “My Yan Clan does not lack Sub-Divine Weapons. However, this Heavenly Ice Sword has the highest compatibility with my way of the ma.s.sacring sword. I have to obtain it at all costs.
“This sword in my hand is called Snow Feather. Regarding materials, workmans.h.i.+p, and spirituality, it is in no way inferior to the Heavenly Ice Sword. After nouris.h.i.+ng it for five years, it will become a Sub-Divine Weapon. This is for the young lady behind you.”
After Yan s.h.i.+san tossed out the sword, the black light on the Snow Feather Sword dripped off like it was oil. This light was the ma.s.sacre Qi that Yan s.h.i.+san spent three years to acc.u.mulate on it.
When all the black light disappeared, the Snow Feather Sword revealed its original appearance. It now was completely white, pure and unstained with a withdrawn cold light.
Xiao Chen caught the Snow Feather Sword and looked at Yan s.h.i.+san. Then, he looked at Nangong Qiong, who was smiling and playing the fool. He felt like he understood something.