Chapter 230: Stop
After a long moment, the two Treasure Swords dazedly wobbled back into the air.
Meanwhile, the other Treasure Swords came streaking toward him with a series of WHOOSHES.
Shen Daoxing’s figure flickered continuously as he dodged and weaved, engaging the six Treasure Swords in a fierce battle. He only grew more valiant as the fight wore on. Not only did he not fall behind in the slightest, but he actually secured a firm advantage.
"Break!"
With a great roar, Shen Daoxing suddenly shot up from the ground. The Great Ming Demon Sparrow in his hand flared with brilliant light as it slammed down heavily on the Heaven-Burning Treasure Sword with a BANG.
CRACK!
With a crisp snap, the Heaven-Burning Sword actually fractured, a crack appearing on its blade.
"What!"
Yue Feihan was aghast. That was a Divine Soldier, yet it had been cracked by a single sword strike.
A sense of foreboding washed over Yue Feihan. He quickly flicked his fingers repeatedly across the top of his Sword Box!
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
Three more Treasure Swords flew out, their presence immense and their power like a Thunderous Force. Each one was a Divine Soldier no weaker than the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword or the Supreme Yang Divine Sword.
The one leading the charge was the Heavenly Qian Divine Sword, ranked fourth on the list of World Divine Soldiers. It was the ultimate treasure of their Yuqing Mountain, specially lent to him by his master for this trip down the mountain, and it had to be returned.
’Heavenly Qian Divine Sword, Supreme Borrowing Technique, Qiankun Wuji.’
In a daze, Shen Daoxing felt everything around him slow down, and the world grew quiet.
No, it was he who had slowed down. It was as if an unseen, wondrous power had enveloped the area, causing everything to decelerate. The falling snow, the blowing wind—it all slowed as if everything had been frozen in place.
And yet, the Heavenly Qian Divine Sword before Shen Daoxing tore through the air without any hindrance, its speed like a flash of lightning.
This was the power of the Heavenly Qian Divine Sword!
Seeing this, Yue Feihan couldn’t help but laugh. "Let’s see what you can do this time."
The next moment, however, a brilliant light suddenly erupted from within Shen Daoxing’s Dantian. A dazzling, seven-colored stream of light pierced the sky as black arcs of electricity crackled. Venerable Power surged violently from his body.
CRACK!
It sounded as if space itself had been shattered to pieces.
Shen Daoxing’s movements returned to normal. He abruptly raised the Great Ming Demon Sparrow in his hand and slashed down.
CLANG!
The piercing sound of metal striking metal rang out.
HUMMM!
The Heavenly Qian Divine Sword let out a mournful cry, its blade trembling. With a WHOOSH, it was sent flying backward, landing with a THWACK in the snow.
"What!"
Yue Feihan was aghast. He had never imagined that even the Heavenly Qian Divine Sword would fail!
Shen Daoxing slowly raised the Great Ming Demon Sparrow in his hand and pointed it at Yue Feihan. "You’ve deployed nine swords now!"
Yue Feihan’s expression turned cold, but he clearly had no intention of stopping.
He raised his hands and brought them together before his chest, shouting, "Rise!"
Suddenly, the nine Flying Swords surrounding Shen Daoxing soared high into the air, their killing intent surging.
Shen Daoxing just smiled, unsurprised, and raised his Great Ming Demon Sparrow.
Black arcs of electricity flashed in his eyes. A black light flared within his Dantian as Venerable Power quietly flowed out from the Seven-Colored Profound Platform, condensing upon the Great Ming Demon Sparrow.
ZZZT! ZZZT!
Black arcs of electricity crackled around it.
Shen Daoxing abruptly shot up from the ground, leaping high into the sky.
"Sunder!"
He roared as he brought the Great Ming Demon Sparrow cleaving downward.
"Forbidden Sword Technique, Kunlun Duanyue!"
A colossal beam of sword light, vast enough to sunder mountains and span heaven and earth, filled Yue Feihan’s vision.
It was as if the entire world were about to be split in two.
Everything in his sight began to distort, stretching one moment and compressing the next, constantly deforming.
Yue Feihan was horrified. Sensing grave danger, he quickly raised two fingers and shouted, "Yu!"
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The nine Flying Swords flew over in a flash of lightning, stacking one behind the other to form a layered shield in front of Yue Feihan.
Seeing all nine Treasure Swords shielding him, Yue Feihan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The colossal beam of sword light that could sunder mountains and span the heavens descended.
BANG!
The small Flying Sword at the very front instantly shattered.
Yue Feihan’s eyebrow twitched!
BANG!
The slender Flying Sword second in line shattered as well.
Yue Feihan’s heart leaped into his throat.
CRASH!
Then the third Flying Sword burst apart.
Yue Feihan jumped in fright.
BANG!
BANG!
With two successive explosions, two more Flying Swords disintegrated.
Yue Feihan’s eyes suddenly flew wide open.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
With three more explosions in a row, the Heaven-Burning Sword, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, and the Supreme Yang Divine Sword all shattered instantly.
Yue Feihan was utterly horrified.
The only thing left standing between him and the attack was the Heavenly Qian Divine Sword.
And yet, the momentum of the world-sundering sword light had not diminished in the slightest as it fell.
The next moment.
CRACK!
With a crisp snap, a fine crack appeared on the blade of the Heavenly Qian Divine Sword.
Yue Feihan cried out in horror, "Nan Xuan, what are you waiting for? Make your move!"
Nan Xuan, who had been watching from the side, was stunned. "Senior Brother, didn’t you tell me not to interfere?"
"You idiot! Is this any time to worry about that?"
Yue Feihan was drenched in sweat, large beads of it rolling slowly down his forehead.
Nan Xuan froze for a moment before snapping to his senses. He raised two fingers and pointed them at Shen Daoxing. The Flying Sword beside him flared with light and shot out with an unstoppable momentum, streaking toward Shen Daoxing, who was in the middle of striking down Yue Feihan.
But just as his Flying Sword took flight...
A flash of blue light streaked past.
CLANG!
A crisp ring echoed.
His sword was sent flying.
The next moment, the figure of the red-robed young woman, Dugu Sheng, appeared before him.
"I thought we agreed to a one-on-one duel?"
The red-robed young woman looked up and said coolly.
CRACK! CRACK!
Meanwhile, the cracks on the body of the Heavenly Qian Divine Sword instantly spread out like a spiderweb, growing more and more numerous.
The entire Heavenly Qian Divine Sword trembled a few times, looking as though it was on the verge of shattering at any moment.
Yue Feihan was suddenly seized by terror.
"I surrender! I admit defeat! The Celestial Profound Sacred Land will no longer involve itself in your grudge with the Xu Family."
Yue Feihan suddenly shouted.
"Surrender just because you can’t win?"
Shen Daoxing couldn’t help but laugh. "Too late!"
Without a shred of hesitation, he suddenly put his strength into his hands, and the Great Ming Demon Sparrow pressed down instantly.
The world-sundering sword light suddenly erupted with a dazzling radiance!
BOOM!
A loud explosion rang out.
The Heavenly Qian Divine Sword instantly shattered.
The world-sundering sword light continued its descent, its momentum undiminished.
"Stop!"
Just then, four dazzling rays of light shot into the sky from not far away. They transformed into long rainbows streaking across the sky, rushing over at extreme speed.
Leading them was a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Seeing he wouldn’t make it in time to stop the attack, he hurriedly shouted, "How dare you! If you kill him, you will truly make an enemy of our Celestial Profound Sacred Land! When that time comes, we will absolutely not let you go!"
Shen Daoxing just gave a faint smile. Without a hint of hesitation, he instead sped up, putting more force into the Great Ming Demon Sparrow in his hands.
The world-spanning sword light slid down with a SQUELCH.
A Blood Arrow of crimson gore flew high into the air.
Yue Feihan’s body froze. His eyes went wide as his round head flew into the air with a WHOOSH.
’If I spared Yue Feihan, would the Celestial Profound Sacred Land spare me? No!’ That was why Shen Daoxing had not hesitated.