Supreme Cultivation Chapter 351 - 350: The King within the Sword

Chapter 351: Chapter 350: The King within the Sword

However, Ye Fan’s expression changed dramatically. A powerful blade of energy erupted from the explosion, heading straight for his chest.

"Block!" Ye Fan roared, using the Yuanhong Sword to fend off the fierce attack.

BANG!

He was sent flying by the blade swung from the Holy Cry Mantis.

Ye Fan’s arm was numb. Thankfully, he had the Yuanhong Sword. An ordinary blade would surely have been severed by that sharp edge. Though his physique was formidable, it was no match for such a terrifying weapon.

Just as Ye Fan rose from the Gobi floor, the Evil Wing Prince attacked again, rushing toward him at maximum speed. Ye Fan could only defend passively.

The Evil Wing Prince’s Holy Cry Mantis was terrifying, its swirling Sword Qi dazzling Ye Fan. After a single strike, he was injured. Blood from the wound inflicted by the Holy Cry Mantis dripped down his hand as the atmosphere grew terrifyingly tense.

Bai Zhii trembled, while a look of utter despair crossed Zhen Kong’s face.

Even Ye Fan couldn’t withstand the Evil Wing Prince’s lethal moves. Tonight was destined to be a night of despair.

The Evil Wing Prince looked at Ye Fan with a mocking grin. For vampires, the night was their domain, and the moonlight was their source of power. With the advantages of both ti and place, he and his Holy Cry Mantis had beco incredibly powerful.

Ye Fan struggled to his feet and executed the Cross and Diagonal Sword Technique. Aiming to be fast, accurate, and ruthless, he engaged the Evil Wing Prince in a most intense battle.

The Evil Wing Prince was calm and unhurried. To him, Ye Fan’s techniques were perfectly clear, allowing him to counter them with ease. He swung his Holy Cry Mantis, and its Sword Qi tore through the Gobi, carving a long fissure into the ground.

Ye Fan quickly twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the dreadful Sword Qi. Almost before he could collect himself, the Evil Wing Prince was at his side.

Ye Fan was shocked. He hadn’t expected the attack to be so incredibly fast. The Holy Cry Mantis was aid at his throat. Though he dodged swiftly, his throat was still grazed. If he had hesitated for even a second, his throat would have been sliced open.

Ye Fan clutched his wound, truly shaken to the core.

The Evil Wing Prince taunted, "Divine Land brat, if this is all you’ve got, you’re a true disappointnt." With that, he began to mock Ye Fan openly.

But Ye Fan simply responded, "Of course this isn’t all. I won’t disappoint you!"

He held the Yuanhong Sword horizontally before him. Then, gripping the blade with his left hand, he dragged it back, slicing open his palm. The fresh blood was instantly absorbed by the Yuanhong Sword.

What is he trying to do? I didn’t expect him to resort to self-harm at a ti like this. Has he gone mad? Bai Zhii wondered.

Clearly, Ye Fan was no fool; he had a reason for his actions.

Indeed, after absorbing his blood, the Yuanhong Sword’s blade began to glow even brighter. The once-unremarkable sword now pulsed with Sword Qi. Instantly, an overwhelming aura of slaughter erupted from it. The power of Yuanhong surged, its presence pressing down on everything in the vicinity.

Yuanhong’s Slaughter Sword Qi clashed with the blood-red energy of the Holy Cry Mantis. Even the vampires standing a short distance away were sliced in two by the terrifying aura.

"This is a Spiritual Artifact," the Evil Wing Prince exclaid in shock. He had not expected Ye Fan’s Yuanhong Sword to be a Spiritual Artifact as well.

Spiritual Artifacts were sentient items that surpassed mundane objects and contained imnse power.

At this, the Evil Wing Prince’s eyes glinted with greed, and he sneered coldly.

"Heh heh heh, it seems today’s haul is quite significant. Not only the Bengyu, but this Spiritual Artifact will also be claid by our Vampire Clan!"

As soon as the words fell, the Evil Wing Prince charged at Ye Fan without a mont’s hesitation.

Ye Fan brandished the Yuanhong Sword and brought it slashing down.

CLANG!

Intense sparks flew as the Yuanhong Sword collided with the Holy Cry Mantis. After the strike, the Evil Wing Prince looked at his Holy Cry Mantis and discovered a new chip on its blade. Although it was only the size of a grain of rice, this was the first ti such a thing had ever happened.

Just then, his Holy Cry Mantis began to quiver—a trembling born of fear and submission that left the Evil Wing Prince astonished. Since its creation, the Holy Cry Mantis had been synonymous with sharpness and indestructibility. It had cleaved countless Spiritual Artifacts and drunk the blood of nurous powerful experts. But it had never experienced anything like this.

The Holy Cry Mantis was afraid. Every Spiritual Artifact possessed its own soul, and the scythe was no exception. After a single exchange, it had submitted. Clearly, in its eyes, the Yuanhong Sword was the king of Spiritual Artifacts.

The Evil Wing Prince refused to believe it. "Preposterous tricks!" he cursed.

He forcefully cald the Holy Cry Mantis and charged at Ye Fan once more.

"Bring it on!" Ye Fan bellowed, raising the Yuanhong Sword to its peak state.

BOOM!

The two blades clashed. In that instant, heaven and earth seed to change color. The cracks in the ground widened, and a sandstorm rose like a great sea wave, surging ten ters into the air.

"Quick, retreat!" the King-level expert from the Northern Bear Country shouted. He had never witnessed such a powerful killing move in his life. Unless they were a King-level master, any Martial Artist below that rank would be buried alive by the falling sand.

Everyone, including the vampires, retreated in disarray. The destructive power unleashed by the clash was no longer sothing humans could withstand. When the sandstorm finally settled, countless Martial Artists had been buried. The residual power of the blast swept through the crowd, instantly slicing apart the weaker Martial Artists who had been too slow to retreat.

「About ten minutes passed.」

The survivors gradually ca to their senses and climbed up the newly ford sand dunes, their eyes fixed on the spot where the two had been fighting. They discovered the two combatants frozen in their fighting stances, glaring at each other with cold, fierce expressions.

Then, the two leaped apart.

The Evil Wing Prince raised his scythe to attack Ye Fan again, but at that mont, the Holy Cry Mantis in his hand began to change.

CRACK!

In the next instant, the Holy Cry Mantis shattered into two pieces. The Evil Wing Prince could only watch in utter shock. He truly hadn’t anticipated this. The Holy Cry Mantis, his companion in countless battles, had actually broken.

"No, impossible! How could the Holy Cry break?!" the Evil Wing Prince roared in disbelief. He couldn’t accept it, but this was no illusion; it was reality.

"Did you really think the Holy Cry Mantis was the strongest Spiritual Artifact?" Ye Fan said coldly. "It’s rely a low-grade Spiritual Artifact, forged by your Blood Court from the blood of countless people."

"My Yuanhong Sword, however, has existed since the Pre-Qin Era. It is the King’s Sword. After millennia, it remains the sovereign of all swords. Its Slaughter Sword Qi reigns supre, and any lesser Spiritual Artifact must submit before its edge!"

As he spoke, Ye Fan caressed the blade of his sword, a flash of pride in his dark eyes. He could clearly feel Yuanhong’s approval of him growing stronger.