Chapter 247: One Slash
On the battlefield where the Soulblade Specter was present, Luo Wusheng stood calmly, watching the approaching attack of black mist swords without any change in his expression.
From within his embrace, a cold sword light erged.
It was just one slash, but it carried an unstoppable sword montum.
The sword light clashed with the black mist swords, creating a series of booms as the explosion stirred up clouds of dust.
The few Nascent Soul cultivators watching this scene were stunned.
Were these the two people who had previously entered Daybreak Mountain?
How had they returned?
And at a mont when the Soulblade Specter seed unbeatable?
Moreover, the way they appeared... teleportation?
The four Nascent Soul cultivators wore expressions of shock.
"Teleportation? Isn’t the power of heaven and earth already sealed by this Soulblade Specter?!" one Nascent Soul sword cultivator exclaid, holding a long sword wrapped in phantom leaves.
If the power of heaven and earth hadn’t been suppressed, and if they didn’t feel the crisis of being locked in place by the Soulblade Specter the mont they stopped attacking or tried to escape, they would have left this cursed place long ago.
At this mont, the Soulblade Specter in front of them was far from being a gift of nature.
It was pure disaster!
Their attacks were completely ineffective, while the opponent’s every move forced them to defend with all their strength—and the Soulblade Specter was growing stronger in the process.
How could they fight it?
Even if a Grandmaster at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm ca, they might not be able to co out victorious, right?
But these two people not only returned in such circumstances, but even used teleportation?
However, their surprise did not receive a response from Luo Wusheng.
The chaotic state of the heavens and earth caused by the tribulation lightning could only last for an instant.
It was normal that these Nascent Souls, entirely focused on the Soulblade Specter, hadn’t noticed.
"It seems luck is still on our side this ti," Luo Wusheng muttered with a faint smile as he gently held the woman in his arms. His gaze lowered.
The place they had teleported to was deeper into Daybreak Mountain, right behind the Soulblade Specter.
The result of this first teleportation, nearly reaching their target, satisfied Luo Wusheng.
"Mm..." Ling Shuangxue, who was nestled in his embrace, nodded lightly in agreent.
’Still... being in his embrace feels...’
Strange, but not unpleasant.
Luo Wusheng, hearing the soft response from the beautiful woman in his arms, felt a stir of emotions again.
He hadn’t initially wanted her to enter the secret realm he had sensed... but he failed to convince her otherwise.
The main reason, of course, was that he needed her help to enter that secret realm.
According to the feedback from the tribulation lightning, forcibly opening the sword-related secret realm for even a few breaths required changes in the forces of heaven and earth and powerful sword intent to disrupt the secret realm, putting it into a semi-open state before using enough power to tear a gap.
Normally, secret realms couldn’t be broken into like this, but...
With Ling Shuangxue still in his arms, Luo Wusheng sped toward the source of the Soulblade Specter’s unusual power.
It was an ordinary clearing, showing no sign of anything unusual.
But Luo Wusheng extended his lightning-covered right hand forward, sensing the faint presence of cracks.
’...As expected, this secret realm has already been partially torn open by so unknown force.’
It couldn’t have been the Soulblade Specter.
The Soulblade Specter had only benefited from this secret realm, and it hadn’t truly entered.
Instead, it had ford a slight connection with the realm, using that small crack to draw power from within.
Luo Wusheng didn’t dwell on it further.
The enormous Soulblade Specter, its body shrouded in black mist, was already preparing its next attack.
The black mist greatsword protruding from its chest revealed a sharp edge.
In that mont, the mist on the sword surged violently, and terrifying power began to gather.
Luo Wusheng exhaled softly.
"I’ll leave this to you, Fairy."
His arm, covered in chaotic thunder energy, had already disrupted the forces of heaven and earth.
All that remained was for Ling Shuangxue to use her sword intent to stir the area, fully revealing the crack in the secret realm.
"...Your na," she said.
"Hm?" Luo Wusheng was caught off guard by the sudden question, but the soft body in his arms had already slipped away.
"If we do enter the secret realm, would you tell your na?" Ling Shuangxue asked quietly, turning to look him in the eyes. "I’ll tell you mine in return..."
Luo Wusheng’s eyes flickered with brief contemplation before he smiled and nodded. "Alright."
Although they hadn’t known each other long, during this short ti, he had co to care less about revealing his identity as the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect to her.
Of course, he had other thoughts as well, but he set those aside for now.
As sword intent began to swirl around Ling Shuangxue, Luo Wusheng turned slightly, rising into the air to face the massive black-mist-covered Soulblade Specter.
In his hand, the [Phantomless 2.0], in its cube form appeared, its form rapidly shifting.
As it twisted and deford, a towering blood-red blade manifested, stretching toward the heavens and earth.
"...Be quiet for a mont."
Lightning coiled around the massive blade.
In an instant, under countless disbelieving gazes, the blade descended.
The force it carried was enough to doom a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
One slash cleaved into the swirling black mist, splitting it open, though the mist quickly began to regenerate.
’It’s useless... even an attack like this can’t stop the Soulblade Specter from recovering...’ the four Nascent Soul cultivators thought simultaneously.
But then, they witnessed sothing that made their eyes widen in disbelief.
Several strands of purple lightning intertwined with the regenerating mist, slowing the healing process... and the blood-red blade drove straight into the demon’s twisted head, cutting through it and leaving a shining golden gash.
For a mont, everyone’s hearts pounded wildly.
At that instant, the blood-red blade shrank in Luo Wusheng’s hand to a normal size, but the remaining half of the blade, still in the air, descended with its master.
A flash of sword light appeared.
Blade and sword light crossed paths, illuminating the sky.
Space was cleaved apart, and a crack large enough for a person to pass through appeared before Luo Wusheng.
The beautiful woman took his hand willingly.
In the next mont, both figures disappeared into the crack along with the space tear.
The twisted-headed Soulblade Specter fell silent, with the golden gash on its head still leaking black mist, signaling to all that its recovery was rely a matter of ti.
Yet everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this mont.
Among the spectators, so had already collapsed onto the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
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Note: Link to the character Illustration:
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