525: Chapter 518: A Single Slash 525: Chapter 518: A Single Slash Standing alone in the void, Duan Changkong’s expression fluctuated between dark and light.
Just now, during that brief skirmish, the one who ended up at a disadvantage, suffering slightly, was undoubtedly himself.
But he did not believe that his strength was inferior to Chen Hai’s.
After all, the sword he used to kill Fang Qingshan was just an effortless move.
And the swords that followed, used to fend off those Void Fist Shadows, were likewise hastily executed, his true power had not been fully unleashed.
Looking at Chen Hai below, he must have been hiding in the area for so ti.
The punch he threw in front of Fang Qingshan was clearly preditated, charged up for a long ti.
Since ancient tis, there’s no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
One was fully prepared, the other was hastily reacting—Duan Changkong felt it was normal that he was just slightly inferior.
With such an outco laid out before him, at most he would acknowledge that Chen Hai below was a fellow Ninth Realm Heavenly Tribulation powerhouse at the sa level as him.
To say his strength was less than Chen Hai’s?
He would definitely not admit to this point.
“That monster from the Demon Path, daring to attack the City Lord Mansion, his cri is unforgivable.”
“Why should I give you face and let him go?
What are you anyway?”
“I give you face, but where is my face then?”
“I want to kill him, and today he will undoubtedly die.
Even a True Immortal couldn’t save him, that’s what I, Duan Changkong, say!”
Staring down at Chen Hai below, Duan Changkong let out a cold laugh.
As his words fell, his entire being twisted and transford.
In just the blink of an eye, in less than an instant, his figure had already disappeared from sight, and that imnsely huge Five-Colored Giant Sword once again ca into existence between heaven and earth.
A human figure was rely an Avatar.
This Five-Colored Giant Sword was indeed Duan Changkong’s True Form.
At the Seventh Realm of the Immortal Path, one could manifest their True Form in reality.
Having reached the Ninth Realm and undergone Heavenly Tribulation, his True Form had evolved several tis, becoming imnsely powerful.
Transforming from a human figure to his True Form.
It seed Duan Changkong had no intention of compromising in the slightest; he was preparing to go all out, to fight a real battle with Chen Hai, to regain his previous standing.
“Why bother with this?
I’ve already said I have no intentions of being an enemy to your sect.”
“I’m just asking you to give so face and let this person go.”
“Such a trivial matter, and you still won’t agree.
It seems my face is worthless in your eyes!”
“Since you’re insistent on starting a fight, looking at it now, I have no choice but to use my special move.”
Seeing Duan Changkong transform into the Five-Colored Giant Sword, Chen Hai clearly understood the ssage.
He sighed and with a flick of his hand, the Fierce Blade Hongming, which he had not used for a long ti, appeared in his palm.
“Dream Cutter!” shouted Duan Changkong angrily.
The slash from the Five-Colored Giant Sword, like a rainbow streaking across the sky.
This sword, despite being a killing move, carried no killing intent, making it impossible to feel any sense of threat from it.
Those of insufficient strength might lose themselves, intoxicated, in this dreamlike vision, captivated by the dazzling sword light free of any worldly taint.
Of course, Chen Hai did not fall into the category of those with insufficient strength.
“I’ll slash too!” Almost at the sa ti, Chen Hai, wielding the Hongming Blade, made a similar cut towards the heavens.
He had never learned swordplay, nor did he understand any specific sword techniques.
The cut he made was plain and simple, an ordinary chop that any commoner might perform.
In making that slash, all he could do was to pour his strength into the Hongming Blade like mad.
The Hongming Blade was like a bottomless pit, no matter how much power was poured in, one could never tell its limit!
After only infusing about a third of his strength, Chen Hai promptly stopped.
With his slash, a blood-colored Cloud Magpie visible to the naked eye burst forth from the blade.
At its initial appearance, this blood-colored Cloud Magpie was rely around one to two ters in size.
But as it t the wind, it swelled dramatically, as if it could stir up the storm clouds.
When it soared to a hundred ters high in the sky, heading towards Duan Changkong, its body had grown so massive it could obscure this patch of heaven and earth.
“Damn it, what the hell kind of sword is this…”
“Magicians from the Demon Path, they don’t fight with their true bodies but with this Fierce Blade, you have no martial honor…”
High above in the sky, Duan Changkong roared again and again in anger.
Unfortunately, facing the Hongming Blade, no matter how loudly he roared, it made no difference.
On the contrary, it might even excite that damn Hongming even more, as if it had been injected with an adrenaline boost.
The rainbow that the Five-Colored Giant Sword over a hundred ters long cut through was like a tiny bug in front of a rooster when faced with the enormous blood-colored Cloud Magpie that could cover this patch of sky.
With just a light peck, that dreamlike dazzling rainbow was already broken into pieces.
The sky changed colors, and the chaotic airflow, like a hurricane, swept towards the surroundings.
Under the destruction of that violent force, the nearby trees towering dozens to hundreds of ters tall were pulverized to dust, and small hills were flattened and wiped out.
“Despicable coward, only knowing how to strike from the shadows.”
“Having fists but choosing to use a sword, what kind of magician are you.”
“Without that sword, I guarantee I would beat you so hard you’d be searching for your teeth on the ground.”
…
Duan Changkong, who had been the mightiest king just before, had now beco a “mighty king of words.”
Amidst his continuous roars, he was fleeing farther and farther away.
The legacy of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect was that as long as the sword exists, so does the person; if the sword perishes, the person perishes as well.
After the Five-Colored Giant Sword over a hundred ters in length was broken into several pieces, the blood-colored Cloud Magpie in the sky obliterated most of it.
Duan Changkong, who fled through the air, now only had about ten to twenty ters left of his True Form.
Although the slash Chen Hai had delivered did not achieve a one-hit kill and directly slice him apart, it had destroyed more than eighty percent of his True Form.
If it weren’t for the severity of his injuries, which had left him without any strength to fight again, Duan Changkong, with his pride, would not have turned into a “mighty king of words” and turned tail to flee.
With such injuries, even if he successfully escaped back into the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s stronghold, who knows how many years it would take for him to fully recover.
Holding the Hongming Blade with its tip propped against the ground, Chen Hai took several deep breaths.
Using up a third of his strength on that slash, it was also no small burden for him.
“It’s been many years since I’ve gone all out against soone in battle.”
“Having used the Hongming Blade and expended so much strength, this slash still didn’t slay that man on the spot?”
“If enemies of this caliber co at ten or eight at a ti…”
Thinking of this, Chen Hai suddenly felt that his continual low-profile developnt, not instigating troubles actively, was indeed the right approach.
The nine realms of Heavenly Tribulation are already this strong, but what about the even stronger True Immortals?
It seed he rembered Hong Qingtian saying sothing about dicine King Valley, which excels in Alchemy, possibly having a True Immortal in residence.
If he couldn’t instantaneously kill even the nine realms of Heavenly Tribulation, facing a True Immortal, he would really have to flee as far as possible!
“Bloodthirsty Sect’s Fang Qingshan, thank you, Senior, for your rescue!” Fang Qingshan, whose face was full of shock and who had been tongue-tied for quite so ti, finally ca to his senses.
With a sowhat complicated expression, he bowed respectfully to Chen Hai, saying.
“Fang Qingshan, is it?
Let ask you just one question: do you want to die, or do you want to live?”
Turning around, Chen Hai’s gaze fell on Fang Qingshan, as he bluntly asked.
“Senior, what do you an by this?” Puzzled and confused, Fang Qingshan was completely startled.
“Your life, was saved by .
If you choose death, then I will fulfill your wish and slap you dead.”
“If you choose to live, do a favor and refer soone to enter your Bloodthirsty Sect.”
“Of course, rest assured, the person I’m asking you to refer has talent and is capable of cultivating the Bloodthirsty Sect’s cultivation technique.”
“It’s just that, her age is a tad too old, unable to join your sect through regular ans.”
With an expressionless face, Chen Hai spoke in a grave tone once again.
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