Chapter 229: 9 Swords in the Box
"How arrogant! Still talking tough when you’re about to die!"
The cold-faced man’s eyes grew frigid as he stared at Shen Daoxing. "My senior brother doesn’t need to lift a finger to deal with you. I alone am more than enough!"
"Nan Xuan, stand aside and watch. Let me handle him alone."
Nan Xuan hesitated at his side. "But, Senior Brother, we..."
The cold-faced man looked coldly at Nan Xuan. "Hmph. Are you doubting my strength?"
"No, of course not! Senior Brother!"
Nan Xuan trembled and quickly backed away, clearly terrified of his senior brother.
Then, the cold-faced man’s hand blurred through the air.
"BANG!"
A heavy thud echoed.
A Sword Box had slammed into the ground, fracturing the surface.
He then slapped the top of the Sword Box. With a snap, it sprang open, revealing rows of Treasure Swords within.
The Treasure Swords within were extraordinary. Some had subdued auras, while others radiated sheer sharpness. Some shimmered with iridescent light, and others bristled with murderous intent. It was clear at a glance that none of them were ordinary.
The cold-faced man’s expression was a mask of indifference. "These are the Divine Weapons I have collected from all over the East Continent. Nine in total. Countless people have died by my hand, yet none have ever forced me to unleash all nine Divine Soldiers at once."
He gave Shen Daoxing a meaningful look. "If you can force my hand enough to use all nine Treasure Swords, I might even consider letting you all go."
Then, the cold-faced man shook his head. "A pity, but you’re not capable of it."
"Remember the name Yue Feihan, from Hengyang of the Xia Kingdom, so you can die knowing who killed you."
As he spoke, Yue Feihan slapped the Sword Box hard.
"WHOOSH!"
A small, slender longsword shot out. It traced an elegant, silver arc in the sky before darting toward Shen Daoxing.
This was the Sword Control Skill.
The defining trait of the Spirit Transformation realm is the ability to possess a Lifebound Magical Artifact. By bonding with it, a cultivator can use the Sword Control Technique to command their Magical Treasure Weapons with mere intent.
"CLANG!"
The sound of metal on metal rang out.
Shen Daoxing raised his Great Ming Demon Sparrow and smashed it against the small Flying Sword. The Flying Sword was flung back, but it immediately looped through the air and shot back at him.
The small Flying Sword was incredibly agile.
Tapping his toes on the ground, Shen Daoxing weaved and dodged, parrying the small Flying Sword’s fierce attacks with ease, showing no sign of strain.
Yue Feihan wasn’t surprised. With a faint smile, he flicked the Sword Box with his finger.
Another Flying Sword, as fine as a Silver Needle, shot out. It flashed once in midair and vanished.
Shen Daoxing glanced toward Yue Feihan. At his thought, a blue light flashed, bursting from his body. It CRACKLED with silvery-white arcs of electricity as his Thunder Sword Intent smashed into an empty spot in the air.
Sparks flared into existence!
The fine Flying Sword, which had been poised for a sneak attack nearby, was revealed.
"Oh?"
Yue Feihan sounded a note of surprise, though he quickly dismissed it. "But how will you handle three swords?"
He then flicked the Sword Box once more.
A cyan Flying Sword, its aura brutally sharp, shot out with a WHOOSH that split the air, leaving a long, cyan streak across the sky.
"CLANG!"
Shen Daoxing used his Great Ming Demon Sparrow to knock away the small Flying Sword, then turned and raised his own sword high.
Four Symbols Sword Technique! Four Symbols in Place—Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning!
Four rays of Sword Intent blazed, intertwining as they erupted in a flash of ultimate brilliance.
BAM! It crashed against the cyan Flying Sword, sending dazzling light scattering in all directions.
Shen Daoxing controlled the four Sword Intents—wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—and battled all three Treasure Swords at once. His figure flickered and shifted, but he still fought with effortless grace.
"You have some skill. No wonder that Xu Zheng died at your hands."
Yue Feihan was surprised, but still unconcerned. "So what if I add this sword to the mix?"
As he spoke, he once again gently flicked his finger.
A fiery-red Flying Sword shot from the Sword Box with unstoppable force. Flames erupted in its wake, setting everything ablaze and leaving a long trail of fire across the sky.
"This is the Heaven-Burning Sword. I found it in the volcanic Purgatory of the East Continent. It is one of the World Divine Soldiers. No one has ever left a complete corpse after facing it. Let’s see how you deal with it."
Yue Feihan smiled.
’Another Divine Soldier?’
Shen Daoxing glanced down at the Great Ming Demon Sparrow in his hand and gave a faint smile. In a flash, he appeared right in front of the Heaven-Burning Sword. Without a moment’s hesitation, he raised the Great Ming Demon Sparrow and slammed it down.
Provoked, the Heaven-Burning Sword flared with brilliant light. Flames like a fire dragon soared into the air, and the surrounding temperature instantly rose by several degrees.
"CRASH!"
The Great Ming Demon Sparrow smashed down on the Heaven-Burning Sword.
Instantly, the Heaven-Burning Sword let out a deep HUM. Its blade trembled, its light dimmed, and its dragon-like flames vanished.
"CLANG!"
The Heaven-Burning Sword was knocked from the sky, hitting the ground with a hard THUD.
The Heaven-Burning Sword seemed dazed. It wobbled, shook its blade, and rose unsteadily back into the air, clearly refusing to submit. Its light blazed and flames surged, ready to fight once more.
But it had barely risen when Shen Daoxing’s Great Ming Demon Sparrow was upon it, crashing down once more with a BOOM.
"CLANG!"
Instantly, the Heaven-Burning Sword’s light dimmed. It crashed to the ground with another THUD, the flames on its blade extinguished completely.
This time, before the Heaven-Burning Sword could even rise, the Great Ming Demon Sparrow was already upon it.
The Heaven-Burning Sword HUMMED and trembled... then with a WHOOSH, it turned and fled!
"Heaven-Burning, what are you afraid of?"
Yue Feihan froze, stunned.
Then, Yue Feihan’s fingers moved in a rapid blur.
"WHOOSH!"
"WHOOSH!"
Two more Flying Swords shot out with lightning speed.
One radiated overwhelming killing intent, as if born from countless massacres. Its blade was speckled with terrifying red bloodstains.
The other had a contained aura, but it moved at extreme speed, creating a long streak of light with a WHOOSH that seemed to split the very sky, hinting at the phenomenal power within.
These were the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword and the Supreme Yang Divine Sword.
One was a Demon Soldier that had slaughtered countless beings. Since its creation, it had devoured the blood of innumerable experts. The killing aura from its edge alone was enough to frighten many to death.
The other was a Divine Soldier, ultimate in yang energy. Its Power of Slaughter had reached the absolute peak. It could cut through metal like mud, incomparably sharp, able to slice through almost anything.
These two Treasure Swords were both Divine Soldiers superior to the Heaven-Burning Sword.
’More Divine Soldiers?’
Shen Daoxing smiled faintly and turned to look at Yue Feihan. The Great Ming Demon Sparrow in his hand seemed to let out an excited roar.
Facing the two Divine Soldiers, Shen Daoxing vanished, reappearing right in front of them. He raised the Great Ming Demon Sparrow high and brought it down with immense force.
"CLANG!"
The shriek of colliding metal filled the air.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Sword and the Supreme Yang Divine Sword both went dim at once. Their blades shuddered, and they were sent flying backward like arrows with a WHOOSH, smashing directly into the ground with a THUD.