2190: Chapter 2180: The Sword in Hand 2190: Chapter 2180: The Sword in Hand Zhang Tiankun just sneered disdainfully upon hearing Ouyang Zhen’s voice, taking advantage of the mont Long Yan was stunned to snatch the jade token tied at Long Yan’s waist.
“Goodbye!”
A cold light suddenly burst forth in Long Yan’s eyes.
Against an opponent who sought his death, he never held back.
Snow-white blade light, swift as lightning, shattered Zhang Tiankun’s right hand, which was still showing off, into countless pieces in an instant.
The jade token in Long Yan’s hand soared high.
Zhang Tiankun, clutching his arm, howled in pain.
The agony of losing a limb was not sothing ordinary people could withstand, and even a tough man like Zhang Tiankun couldn’t help but let out a scream.
Ouyang Zhen leaped into the air, trying to catch the jade token, but a shadow, faster than him, swooped by pushing back Long Yan with a burst of light, then turned towards the jade token.
Under Zhang Tiankun’s horrified gaze, the jade token was smashed into countless pieces by the shadow.
“Quick, leave.
This person is very strong.”
Although Long Yan couldn’t clearly see the actions of the shadow, he could vaguely make out that it was a human figure, not a monster, but a living person.
“What?”
Ouyang Zhen heard for the first ti that there were humans inside the Demon Suppressing Tower.
Although not quite understanding, seeing Long Yan’s serious deanor, he hesitantly took the jade token from his waist.
Enduring the pain of a severed arm, Zhang Tiankun, seeing the jade token in Ouyang Zhen’s hand, rushed towards Ouyang Zhen in a frenzy, attempting to snatch it.
Just as Long Yan was about to stop him, a shadow erged behind Zhang Tiankun.
A crimson sword tip pierced through Zhang Tiankun’s chest; his running montum halted, and he fell on the spot, his body twitching as a pool of glaring fresh blood slowly flowed out from beneath him.
At this mont, Ouyang Zhen also crushed the jade token in his hand and disappeared from the spot.
Knowing that Long Yan no longer had a jade token, the shadow no longer hid, but stood in the center, hands behind his back, not looking at Long Yan.
“I truly didn’t expect to still find humans in this Demon Suppressing Tower.”
Long Yan was not in a hurry; if he couldn’t defeat the person before him, he was destined to die here anyway, so there was no need to rush.
“Human?
I don’t feel much like one anymore.”
The man with his hands behind his back let out a sigh, and in his black robe with white hair, if not standing amidst fresh blood, he really gave off the aura of a martyr in his twilight years still full of resolve.
The shadow slowly turned its head, an appearance of an immortal if one did not look into his eyes.
One would think him a Daoist cultivator who had achieved Dao, but his eyes were a blood-red expanse.
“This!”
Long Yan, looking at the cultivator’s blood-red pupils before him, could only think of two words: Entered the Devil’s Way.
Cultivators always strictly followed the circulation of ridians during the practice of martial arts techniques or moves, of course, unless one is a Great Power capable of creating martial arts and thus studying and crafting their path.
Otherwise, it would lead to the condition of the person before him, like having entered the Devil’s Way—ntally chaotic and murderous by nature.
Yet Long Yan observed that although the cultivator’s eyes were blood-red, his speech was coherent and clear, not resembling soone who had suffered Qi Deviation, but his appearance indeed showed it.
“Alas!”
The cultivator across sighed heavily; his sanity was obviously compromised, but his descent into madness differed from others.
After killing a person, he would have a brief period of lucidity, only to slip back into insanity soon after.
“Young man, seize the mont and flee while I’m still lucid.”
After giving it so thought, the cultivator spoke to Long Yan.
Although the jade token had been shattered, perhaps Long Yan could find a way to the Entrance of the previous step and possibly find help.
Long Yan smiled and shook his head; not to ntion the ti it took to reach this Fifth Step, even if Ouyang Zhen escaped, who would co to save soone condemned to die?
Understanding Long Yan’s thoughts, the cultivator sighed lightly.
Were they both individuals forsaken by fate?
“I, from the Five Elents Mountain, have spent my life slaying demons and purging evil, yet I could not secure a good end.
How ironic.”
It sounded like the cultivator was lanting his own situation, or perhaps he was confessing to Long Yan, but his words left Long Yan utterly confused.
Five Elents Mountain?
Even Long Yan had never heard of this sect.
“May I ask, Senior, what sect is Five Elents Mountain?”
“A sect from thousands of years ago, hardly worth ntioning.
re mortal affairs, likely reduced to dust by now.”
Hearing Long Yan’s question initially baffled the cultivator, but upon reflection, having been inside the Demon Suppressing Tower for a thousand years, it seed likely that the renown of Five Elents Mountain had also faded away.
“My na is Chen Chen, I was once the Sect Leader of Five Elents Mountain, and I entered this battle within the Demon Suppressing Tower due to Qi Deviation incurred by cultivating swordsmanship.”
Chen Chen slowly started recounting a tale long covered in dust.
At one point, Five Elents Mountain was the foremost great faction in this Star Domain.
All disciples of Five Elents Mountain dedicated themselves to demon slaying, oblivious to worldly matters.
They were followers of the Master of the Five Elents, soone Long Yan was quite familiar with.
As he said this, Chen Chen pointed towards the Five Elents Wheel tied around Long Yan’s waist.
That too was once a sacred treasure of Five Elents Mountain.
Seeing it after a thousand years stirred distinct emotions.
Long Yan, whose heart had just cald down, felt anxious again as shortly before, Chen Chen ntioned he had lived for a thousand years.
A cultivator’s lifespan is tied to their Cultivation Base; living a millennium without showing signs of aging proved Chen Chen was at least at the level of a Divine Emperor.
Instantly, Long Yan felt all the hairs on his body stand on end.
Even though his strength had increased significantly, facing a Divine Emperor, he stood no chance.
As if reading the expression on Long Yan’s face, Chen Chen calmly stated,
“Don’t worry, I’ve dissipated all my Cultivation Base during my lucid monts post-Qi Deviation.
Otherwise, not to ntion countering my sword strikes, you wouldn’t even feel my presence with your current level of young cultivators.”
Though Chen Chen’s words might sound boastful, Long Yan knew they were all true.
Initially, Long Yan wouldn’t consider even a Half-Step Divine Emperor noteworthy, yet Elder Xuehe almost killed him.
Elder Xuehe showed signs of senescence, unlike Chen Chen, who displayed no signs of aging at all, probably a result of dissipating his entire Cultivation Base to survive under the Heaven Dao.
“But don’t rejoice prematurely, even without True Qi, with my current condition you’re no match for .
However, that sword of yours…”
Seeing the perplexed expression on Long Yan’s face, Chen Chen paused, then pointed at the Dragon Tooth in Long Yan’s hand, uttering a statent that shocked Long Yan.
“Isn’t that in your hand just a sword?
It’s truly a disgrace without its Sword Soul.”
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