806: Chapter 506: Suggestions 806: Chapter 506: Suggestions Sword’s Chant tore through the prison Formation, sweeping swiftly towards both sides of the corridor.
The Qingyuan Sword, three feet and three inches long, had only half erged when the man shrouded in a purple-black robe suddenly moved—or rather, his presence suddenly changed.
His elaborate robe fluttered with the fierce gusts of wind, and beneath the hood, one could faintly see a pair of eyes as deep and clear as the sea lighting up.
In an instant, the star-like radiance swirling around Him abruptly stalled, with a faint but discernible roar of thunder.
Feng Jiuxuan’s eyes remained lowered, still as a deep pool.
In the unseen spaces, countless arched runes of a curse appeared, and from them, white chains shot out, firmly locking his sword-wielding wrist.
Layer upon layer, like tangled spider webs, they wrapped around his arm.
Feng Jiuxuan’s hand that drew the sword remained steady, but the speed at which the sword left the sheath gradually slowed.
With each milliter drawn, a dozen or so of the crystal-clear energy chains shattered into starlight and dissipated.
When all settled into silence, the unsheathed blade of the Qingyuan was frozen at two feet and four inches.
This trial, with no victor determined.
O’Reilly sensed the atmosphere within the prison gradually stabilizing and thought so.
This was sowhat beyond her expectations.
The strength of this man from the People of Yan was sothing she’d never considered.
With age, as the magic circle condensed, she beca distinctly aware that the “father” seated upon the throne was, in many ways, no longer human.
Yet, he could stand his ground against her “father.”
With this thought, O’Reilly’s gaze instinctively lifted to the man now bound in chains.
The cell was cramped and narrow, but her vision still encompassed many things.
The purple-black ring-shaped fissure created by the Boundary Void Stone, the countless white chains, the Emperor’s robe lifted by the wind, the “father” coming down like a divine being.
But in this mont, all O’Reilly saw was a single sword.
Whether it be people or objects, when sothing reached such exquisite beauty, it uncontrollably drew one’s spirit.
It was a flawless sword, half unsheathed, with its slender blade shimring with a magnificent Qing hue, so perfect it seed not of this world.
Her spirit trembling, O’Reilly’s body began to quake uncontrollably.
She had only felt this trembling before in the presence of her “father” standing before her.
And now, a second instance had arrived.
But O’Reilly had no ti to marvel in astonishnt, for the mont she laid eyes on the Qingyuan, death firmly seized her heart.
Everything inside the cell began to fade and expand.
Centered around the sword, all things paled, leaving only the sword’s radiance.
The Xi’en Emperor had halted the motion of the man in white from drawing his sword, but the montum of the blade did not stop.
The magic-enshrouded azure pupils contracted constantly, and O’Reilly, in her attempt to clearly see the man in white’s sword stroke, felt tears of blood slide unconsciously down her cheeks…
“Close your eyes.”
A plain and familiar voice sounded within O’Reilly’s heart.
The often-dreaded and fearso sound, at this mont, provided her with an unmatched sense of security.
She couldn’t look.
Jolted back to reality, O’Reilly imdiately closed her eyes.
Everything around her instantly plunged into darkness,
And then,
All fell silent.
One second.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
The oppressive silence in the darkness left O’Reilly unaware of what was happening around her, but the beating of her heart made her realize she was still alive.
In the silence, O’Reilly gradually opened her eyes.
Everything around her had changed without a sound.
Just like slicing through tofu.
The prison no longer existed; the originally solid and smooth inner walls were now covered with countless sword marks, with the most conspicuous one being that sword mark.
It was a bottomless sword mark, extending from beneath the man in white, straight ahead, continually spreading, until it ford a sword gorge beneath the earth!
Her spirit stalled for a mont, and O’Reilly regained her composure, because the silhouette clad in the Emperor’s robe still stood before her.
That terrifyingly imposing sword gorge had barely missed His feet.
This stroke of the sword had been blocked by the Emperor…
No.
Not blocked.
The target of the man in white’s sword had never been the Emperor or her, but the suspended spatial pendant…
After the Boundary Void Stone was cut, that purple-black ring-shaped fissure began to deform, lasting for a dozen breaths before finally shattering into specks of starlight dispersing into the void.
This stroke was both a warning and a threat.
Having done all this, Feng Jiuxuan looked calmly at the exotic man enveloped in the purple-black robe:
“Are you the Emperor of Xi’en?”
His words were in the language of Dayan, but they seed to reach directly to the soul.
Sacred Origin.
The Xi’en Emperor glanced at the sword gorge at his feet, as if pondering sothing:
“Yes.”
His voice also reached straight to the soul.
“Shing.”
As the sword returned to its sheath, a gust of wind stirred the garnts of the two n.
In boundless silence, Feng Jiuxuan’s voice was very light:
“Soone wants to convey a ssage to you.”
The Xi’en Emperor’s gaze fell back on the man in white:
“The lord of the Imperial Dynasty?”
Feng Jiuxuan glanced at him but did not address the Emperor’s question, continuing evenly:
“He asks if you are willing to cooperate with us.”
“…”
The Xi’en Emperor did not speak.
In a mont of silence, O’Reilly imdiately realized that this disregardful arrogance of the man in white had angered her “father” sowhat.
Feng Jiuxuan was in no hurry, quietly waiting for a response.
Silence spread.
Reviews
All reviews (0)