Chapter 1665: Chapter 1762: The Naless Broken Sword
After a brief mont of adjustnt, Fang Lin had already returned to peak condition, and the energies within his body were surging violently, faintly showing signs of advancing further.
If he advanced another step, he would reach the late stage of Minor Longevity. Originally, Fang Lin would need a considerable amount of ti to achieve this level. However, after seeing those twelve murals and experiencing the ancient dreamscape, Fang Lin’s cultivation seed poised for a breakthrough.
Adding to that, the relentless battles across the hundred-thousand mountains had continuously honed Fang Lin’s abilities.
Systematic cultivation is a safe and steady path, but constant combat that pushes one’s limits can also rapidly accelerate a martial artist’s growth.
Fang Lin was precisely such a person—constantly refining and elevating himself through duels with others.
The Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion was strong, but he was also an exceptionally excellent whetstone. Fang Lin was eager to clash with him again to further enhance his strength more rapidly.
As for defeating the Pavilion Master, before witnessing those twelve murals, Fang Lin had no confidence whatsoever. The Pavilion Master was indeed incredibly powerful, an ancient master who had survived through the ages, vastly different from contemporary martial artists. No one knew how many hidden cards he held.
But now, after experiencing the ancient dreamscape, Fang Lin had grasped forces he had never encountered before.
With these newfound forces, Fang Lin had a slim chance of attempting to defeat the Pavilion Master.
Still, it was rely an attempt. Deep down, Fang Lin didn’t even have thirty percent confidence.
“If you can display strength far beyond what you’ve shown, perhaps you can force to wield my strongest nad sword,” the Pavilion Master said with a faint smile to Fang Lin.
Fang Lin sneered repeatedly, and before him, specks of fla began appearing one after another, gradually converging.
Each of these flas was no larger than a fingertip. Even when gathered together, they were rely fist-sized, seemingly unimpressive.
But every single fla contained an imnsely terrifying amount of fire power.
When so many flas coalesced, the magnitude of power within that fist-sized fireball was sothing only Fang Lin could truly comprehend.
The Ancient Lamp of Fla God was a supre treasure of the Fla Emperor. Its abilities not only included providing the wielder with an explosive surge in cultivation but also the casual manipulation of flas—a hallmark capability of the Ancient Lamp.
Fang Lin now controlled eight Ancient Lamps of Fla God. With increasing familiarity from repeated use, he had gradually acclimated to the strain these lamps inflicted upon his body. Especially with his True Dragon Physique, the burden from wielding all eight lamps no longer caused Fang Lin much pain and could persist for an extended period.
Moreover, Fang Lin’s mastery of the Ancient Lamp had reached an extraordinary level. Though he was not comparable to the Fla Emperor himself—one of the Unparalleled Eight Emperors—he had achieved seventy to eighty percent of that level.
As the flas continued to gather, the surrounding temperature skyrocketed. If anyone approached within a hundred steps of Fang Lin at this mont, they would surely be injured by the devastating heat. Those with insufficient cultivation would perish outright, scorched to death.
Fang Lin’s objective was simple: to continually condense the power of the Ancient Lamp until its strength reached unparalleled levels, then unleash it to create devastating destruction.
This technique had been used previously against the Eight Swordsn and had proven exceptionally effective, causing significant injury to each of them.
However, against a true Immortal-level opponent like the Pavilion Master, utilizing the sa level of fire power as before would be insufficient—the flas would need to be significantly more potent to harm the Pavilion Master.
As Fang Lin condensed his flas, the Pavilion Master surprisingly did not rush to strike. He simply stood below, watching Fang Lin for quite so ti, a faint smile lingering on his face, seemingly anticipating Fang Lin’s move.
“Trying to use the power of the Ancient Lamp against ? It’s an interesting thought, and the treasure is quite remarkable. But unfortunately, you are not the Fla Emperor. If it were him wielding the Ancient Lamp, now that would be different,” the Pavilion Master remarked with a grin, his face marred with scars that appeared especially grotesque.
Fang Lin responded with a mocking laugh: “If the Fla Emperor were here, you wouldn’t even be qualified to stand and talk.”
Though the Pavilion Master’s expression remained unchanged, Fang Lin’s words struck a nerve deep within his heart.
What Fang Lin said was true—had it truly been the Fla Emperor, the Pavilion Master would have had no choice but to kneel before him, unable to oppose him.
Even though the Pavilion Master was a remnant of the ancient era and the strongest swordsman of the present day, during the ancient tis rife with countless masters, he would have been, at best, a second-rate figure.
“I’ve given you too much ti,” the Pavilion Master said coldly, brandishing his Golden Feather Sword once more. The Golden-winged Roc, infused with boundless Sword Qi, surged forth.
Fang Lin spread his arms wide, releasing his flas in a thunderous blast, manifesting as a pillar of fire that collided violently with the ascending Golden-winged Roc phantom and countless strands of Sword Qi.
ROAR!!!
In the next mont, the True Dragon Phantom and the Kylin Phantom simultaneously erupted from Fang Lin’s arms, galloping forth as though two ancient exotic beasts had truly awakened, instilling fear throughout the countless demon beasts within the hundred-thousand mountains.
The Golden-winged Roc shrieked into the skies, shining brilliantly and fearlessly charging at the True Dragon and Kylin, attempting to face both simultaneously.
The three supre exotic beasts, revered as the pinnacle of all beings, were now entangled in an extraordinary clash.
At the instant when the three phantoms collided, the Golden-winged Roc emitted a deafening roar tinged with reluctance.
In the end, it was a one-versus-two fight. The Golden-winged Roc, rely a projection emanating from the aura of the Golden Feather Sword, could hardly withstand the phantoms of the True Dragon and Kylin.
The Golden-winged Roc phantom dissipated, while the countless potent Sword Qi continued to overwhelm and extinguish the flas unleashed by Fang Lin.
The flas diminished, and so did the Sword Qi.
But Fang Lin’s true killing move was yet to co!
Eight Fla Golden Lotuses silently blossod before him, radiating firelight that illuminated Fang Lin, casting him in a resplendent aura of brilliance and magnificence.
Though the Fla Golden Lotuses were stunningly beautiful, they possessed the power to reduce all beings to ashes.
Each Ancient Lamp contained the Essence of Skyfire, whose strength exceeded ordinary Skyfire by more than tenfold.
In other words, these Eight Fla Golden Lotuses were exponentially more powerful than Fang Lin’s previous attack.
At this mont, the Pavilion Master’s face showed not a trace of a smile; instead, it bore an unprecedentedly solemn expression.
Even when facing the Heaven King of the East Pole, the Pavilion Master had never displayed such a look.
“You are worthy of my Ninth Sword,” the Pavilion Master uttered as he exhaled a deep breath. The sword box silently opened, the Golden Feather Sword was returned to the box, and out ca a rusted, half-broken blade.
“This sword has no na, and it was found in the Ancient Wilderness Desolate Tomb.”
ps: Second update. I’ll continue writing later this afternoon, so don’t worry!
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