Chapter 681: One Sword To Rule Them All
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Tianyi stood in the sky of Zhaoge. He looked at the bright teors and could not help but felt mixed emotions. How on earth did Shen Lian improved so quickly?
If he saw that coming, he would rather sink in the darkness than to fall into despair after being hopeful.
In the solar constellation, three golden crows were vaguely present. The structure of the Daoist palace ford like the mystical fire. None of the materials used could be passed on in the mortal world. Every strand of the Real Fire of the Sun that was spread throughout the palace was of its essence. Fuhao who was dressed in red looked towards the Nether-mortal world with adoration in her eyes while the three golden crows were unsympathetic as they arrived at the Netherworld. Throughout the process, the Real Fire of the Sun had gotten more robust as if it was trying to grow a forest of Fusang tree.
The people in and out of the Netherworld shifted their attention to Diqiu.
Emperor Xia stood on the crown of Yinglong’s head. With determination, he said, “You should leave.”
Yinglong let out a deep moan and ramd its head against the endless teorites. A mountain-sized teorite was crushed by its horn as yellow dragon blood spilled out.
Emperor Xia laughed hysterically and no longer asked Yinglong to leave. Up to this stage, the only way out was to fight. It was a pity that this old dragon wanted to live and die along with him.
Yinglong swung his tail and leaped upwards. Emperor Xia’s demonic blade reappeared and burst out with blood light. For a mont, the heaven and earth were caught in an endless thunderous situation while the surging evil Qi turned Diqiu into an endless hell. It was horrifying, dark, and filled with despair.
The falling teorites showed no signs of stopping. The void was like a piece of paper that was randomly scribbled on.
Emperor Xia’s ferocious gleam of the blade was not afraid of the mountain-sized teorites. With every stroke, a teorite would be crushed. The force was extrely terrifying.
After passing through the many teorites, he was a step closer to Shen Lian.
Throughout the turbulent process, the gleam of the blade did not stop its montum and instead was raging more and more, just like the coback of the ancient gods.
Emperor Xia’s ferocity was not limited to just his era. He was comparable to the legendary ancient celestial demons and that showed how petrifying the Prival Demon Technique was.
Shen Lian’s heart felt extrely solemn. Emperor Xia’s ferocity was beyond his expectation but he underestimated Emperor Xia’s explosive powers.
However, Emperor Xia was not the only one pushed to the edge. Shen Lian said nothing and put his palms together. The scattered teorites then ca as one and crushed downwards as if it was squashing Emperor Xia to the deepest ground of the Nine Underworld so he would never be able to make a coback.
Nurous Dao techniques intertwined around Shen Lian and the Dao rhythm erged like a divine dragon. The laws were ever evolving and the mana was boundless. The extensive supernatural powers and infinite Dao techniques were never once stagnant. It attacked Emperor Xia and Yinglong as Emperor Xia collided with the teorites.
The earth sank as the sky ripped. Shen Lian had his ga face on as he got himself involved in this pandemonium.
However, the gleam of the blade had never once gone off, Emperor Xia’s breath was still lingering and the Prival Demon Technique was still roaring. In other words, Shen Lian’s celestial prestige did not manage to suppress Emperor Xia thoroughly.
Yinglong forcefully forged a path among the teorites and walked through the brightest journey of its life. Its body was upright as it swayed its tail as if it was roaming freely in an endless ocean.
Emperor Xia gathered the divine light in his eyes as the white of his eyes disappeared. The dark and mysterious divine eyes made him more fearso.
He was at his strongest in his lifeti at that very mont.
Yinglong exhausted every strand of vitality while making its way out from the teorites. Its large dragon body froze in the void. If that mont was eternity, it was more than willing to stay in that mont forever.
Shen Lian had abandoned every other thoughts and his heart of Dao was one with the realm of vagueness. There was no up neither nor down, no ti-space, no people neither nor .
A Killing Sword erged. It contained the Dao aning of the milky way and the desolation of the netherworld as the Yin and Yang evolved like the flow of the ti.
One sword to rule and dominate them all.
The gleam of the blade and the gleam of the sword t head-on, nothing else in the world could outshine the glory of both the gleams of the sword and the blade.
Emperor Xia’s gleam of blade spurted into a supre blade under such desperate conditions while Yinglong completed the most glorious course of its life. Even if a second Yinglong appeared, it would never outshine its brilliance and grandeur at that very mont.
Dragons were born into the heaven and earth just like passengers. Its very last wish was for Emperor Xia to survive.
The dragon’s last gaze was set at the intersection of the gleam of sword and gleam of blade. It desperately longed to see the gleam of blade overpower everything. However, it would never be able to witness the arrival of that mont.
Yinglong had passed away and its spirit had dissipated.
Emperor Xia’s body was covered with demonic blood as his body started to wreck. However, he was still standing still as if he would never fall.
The gleams of the sword and blade faded at the sa ti. There was no sound between heaven and earth and the cracks in the void patched up swiftly. As the earth sank, the Yin energy of the Netherworld surged out and several ghostly spirits were rejuvenated from it. They started to grow stronger but none of them dared to roar out loud.
Shen Lian remained composed but a bunch of his long black hair fell from the back of his ears like fallen stars. In other words, he was not totally unscathed.
It was obvious that Shen Lian had the upper hand. Despite the many eruptions of Emperor Xia and the sacrifice of Yinglong, it did not manage to turn the tables.
The powerful person who was secretly watching the fight could not help but felt bitter. Although he knew from the very start that Shen Lian would be the undisputed best person of the Netherworld, when that mont arrived, he would still be unwilling to accept it.
The flawless Shen Lian was as majestic as Daoist Master and Buddha. Emperor Xia on the other was in helter-skelter. The prestige and reputation he built over the years had been crushed completely.
He was no longer the invincible Emperor Xia, nor was he the greatest monarch in the history of the Xia tribe. He was just a loser and was not the hegemon of the Netherworld.
No one would like to lose and Emperor Xia absolutely hated failure.
However, he had to admit that there was an inseparable gap between him and Shen Lian. In the path of cultivation, Shen Lian was definitely a class above him.
Shen Lian’s Killing Sword may not be as powerful as Chen Jiani’s Anatta Sword but Shen Lian had fully mastered his very own Killing Sword.
Emperor Xia’s Blade of Resolution could only happen after exhausting himself and sacrificing Yinglong. He had no more energy to draw his blade for the second ti. Conversely, Shen Lian could calmly draw his second and third sword.
Shen Lian’s second sword ca. Emperor Xia could no longer react to it and allowed it to pierce through his chest. Warm blood spilled out and the Prival Demonic Heart leaped out from the chest and attempted to escape.
However, a giant hand prevented it from doing so.
The space was completely sealed and the demonic heart landed in the giant hand. The runes on the demonic heart were circulating with endless Prival Demonic Qi and the Prival Demonic Thoughts contained in it was raging.
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