Chapter 1666: Chapter 1763: The Eye of Nightmare
No one could have anticipated that within the Sword Box of the Pavilion Master of the Sealing Sword Pavilion, which held several fad swords, there would be such a peculiar sword hidden.
A half-broken sword!
As soon as the half-broken sword appeared, the Pavilion Master’s expression beca extraordinarily solemn—far more so than when he held the Golden Feather Sword in hand.
Yet, that half-broken sword emitted no overwhelmingly strong aura to speak of; even Fang Lin could not sense any special characteristics from the sword. It rely seed like an ancient blade that had fallen into disrepair.
But since the Pavilion Master treated it with such reverence, it clearly wasn’t as unremarkable as it appeared.
Without overthinking, Fang Lin decided to experience its power firsthand, even if the half-broken sword truly proved as formidable as it seed.
The Eight Fla Golden Lotuses silently descended, carrying an aura of destruction potent enough to incinerate all things, and all of them surged toward the Pavilion Master.
Even an immortal cultivator would feel trepidation in the face of these Eight Fla Golden Lotuses.
But the Pavilion Master displayed no emotion, remaining cold and indifferent, staring at Fang Lin as though looking at nothing more than a corpse.
With the half-broken sword in hand, he swung lightly, releasing a diffuse mist of gray Sword Qi, into which the Eight Fla Golden Lotuses charged.
In the blink of an eye, the Eight Fla Golden Lotuses emitted a faint puffing sound, as though fire had been extinguished by water, and then disappeared entirely.
Without causing even the slightest ripple, the Eight Fla Golden Lotuses dissipated just like that, failing to harm the Pavilion Master in the slightest.
This sight caused Fang Lin’s pupils to constrict, and his heart surged with shock.
These were flas unleashed by the Skyfire Essence of the Eight Ancient Lamps of the Fla God—could they really have been extinguished so easily? Was the half-broken sword truly this terrifying?
The Pavilion Master said nothing, but with another swing of the half-broken sword, the gray Sword Qi spread like fine needles and shot toward Fang Lin with a shrill howl.
Fang Lin swiftly retreated, unwilling to endure the gray Sword Qi with just his physical body. Even his True Dragon Physique was not sothing to waste recklessly.
But the gray Sword Qi was relentless, pursuing Fang Lin like bone maggots, and their speed made it impossible for Fang Lin to evade them.
“The strongest sword truly lives up to its na!” Fang Lin thought to himself, tightening his grip as he activated the Nine Heavens Step Skill. His movents beca elusive and unpredictable, yet he reversed direction, charging toward the Pavilion Master instead.
“Courting death, are you?” The Pavilion Master sneered coldly. If Fang Lin had simply run away, he might not have had much recourse, but Fang Lin’s charge was like rushing headfirst into his own demise.
Though the Pavilion Master spoke mockingly, his heart remained alert. In his mind, Fang Lin couldn’t possibly act so recklessly without relying on sothing.
“If you seek death, I shall grant it to you.” The Pavilion Master swung the half-broken sword toward Fang Lin, his movents slow but imbued with an imnse, oppressive force.
Fang Lin’s expression was cold, a streak of blood appearing on his cheek from the Sword Qi of the half-broken sword—but he ignored it. Sacred Qi surged throughout his body, and the ancient spear he wielded erupted with terrifying waves of energy.
Just as the half-broken sword and the ancient spear were about to collide, Fang Lin’s eyes suddenly turned pitch black.
In that mont, heaven and earth seed to freeze, as though ti itself had ceased.
Caught off guard, the Pavilion Master found himself staring at his younger self, a version of him from tens of thousands of years ago—a re acolyte learning swordsmanship in a great sect of the Sword Tao. Back then, he suffered endless humiliation and oppression, scarred on the face by a cruel elder’s blade, leaving marks that never faded.
It was a pain that the Pavilion Master could never forget. Countless tis, he’d tried to erase this mory altogether, yet it refused to be buried.
“No!” He saw vividly how his face had been slashed by a blade, his young self clutching his wounded face in agony, crumpled to the ground amidst disdainful mockery from sect peers. Not one showed him a shred of sympathy.
Thud!!!!
The ancient spear pierced the Pavilion Master’s chest, pinning him violently to the ground.
The half-broken sword flew from his grasp, its swirling Sword Qi severing one of Fang Lin’s arms entirely.
Yet, for the price of an arm, Fang Lin had gravely injured the Pavilion Master—a bargain well worth the cost in Fang Lin’s eyes.
Suspended in midair, Fang Lin gazed at his severed arm—cleanly cut—while blood flowed incessantly, and countless fine, needle-like streams of Sword Qi infiltrated his body.
A faint smile crossed Fang Lin’s lips as he looked down at the Pavilion Master, pinned to the ground by the ancient spear, his expression tinged with a touch of mockery.
The Pavilion Master coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his body ravaged by the spear’s fearso and destructive aura.
In truth, Fang Lin and the Pavilion Master at this mont were suffering the sa excruciating pain.
“You!” The Pavilion Master widened his eyes, glaring furiously at Fang Lin above, utterly baffled by his unexpected plight.
“I’ve won,” Fang Lin declared with a smile.
The Pavilion Master broke into booming laughter, though with each laugh, more blood spilled from his lips.
“You’ve indeed won—and what a splendid victory. I never imagined I would fall to your hand,” he said, his eyes devoid of resentnt.
“Still intent on stopping now?” Fang Lin asked with a cold smirk.
The Pavilion Master did not respond but instead countered, “What exactly did you do just now?”
Fang Lin snorted lightly. “I rely let you revisit the past, nothing more.”
The Pavilion Master froze in thought, then chuckled with bitter resignation. “A fleeting dream, eh? What an extraordinary technique—dreaming back to ages past. Truly impressive!”
Fang Lin remained silent. This was the ultimate move he had comprehended after gazing at the twelve murals and experiencing his own dreamlike journey through the ancient eras. Even Fang Lin himself doubted he could successfully execute it.
But now, it was evident he had indeed mastered the technique. However, its use placed Fang Lin in the sa suspended state as his opponent—fortunately, Fang Lin awoke faster than the Pavilion Master.
Had Fang Lin’s awakening been slower, his defeat would have been inevitable.
In essence, it was an exceedingly risky maneuver. Once unleashed, the combat outco boiled down to pure chance—victory or defeat.
A figure rushed in, landing in front of Fang Lin: a middle-aged man with snow-white hair, an emotionless expression, and a wooden sword in his hand.
The appearance of this individual caused imnse pressure for Fang Lin, whose instincts warned him that this newcor was as formidable as the Pavilion Master.
Fang Lin found the situation increasingly troubleso. He had initially assud the Pavilion Master was the strongest entity within the Sealing Sword Pavilion, only to discover other powerful figures remained. Clearly, he had underestimated the sect’s strength.
“Mr. Dragon Elephant, let him go,” the Pavilion Master said to the white-haired man.
Ps: The third update is delivered. Just got ho and imdiately started writing—another chapter is on its way shortly.
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