Chapter 225: Saved By Expensive Accessories
The smoke slowly began to clear.
Golden-white sword Qi still burned across the cracked ground, leaving deep scars through the stone like melted sunlight.
Nolan stood with the [Sunfall King Sword] in his hand.
His breathing was slightly heavy, but his expression was full of satisfaction.
A few breaths later, he finally saw Damian.
Damian lay at the center of the ruined crater, his robe torn apart, his body covered in blood, and his five-colored barrier almost completely shattered.
His Top-Rank Royal Grade sword had already broken into pieces beside him.
More importantly, Damian did not move at all.
Nolan stared at him for a moment before laughing out loud. "Ahahaha! As expected, you’re just a second-rate cultivator."
He looked at Damian’s unmoving body with deep contempt. "A lucky bastard who got some treasures and thought he could stand beside real geniuses."
Nolan raised the [Sunfall King Sword] slightly, then sneered. "You should feel honored. At least you died under a King Grade sword art."
The surrounding sword mist drifted quietly.
Damian still did not respond.
Nolan’s lips curled with cruel satisfaction. "I’ll leave your corpse here. Let the Sword Tomb bury you like the trash you are."
He paused, his eyes flashing with obsession and resentment. "After this, I’ll take back everything that should have belonged to me."
Nolan glanced at Damian’s broken barrier one last time and snorted coldly. "A waste will always be a waste."
After saying that, Nolan turned around and walked away.
His white robe disappeared into the sword mist, leaving only the ruined battlefield behind.
A few hours later, the silent crater suddenly trembled faintly.
Damian’s fingers twitched.
The broken five-colored light around his body flickered weakly.
His [Five Elements Accessories Set] was badly damaged.
Several cracks had spread across the accessories, and their protective cycle had nearly collapsed.
Even so, the remaining power inside them was still working overtime, desperately stabilizing his body and helping his injuries recover.
His [Chaos Dragon Physique] also struggled to repair the damage.
Bit by bit, the remaining golden-white sword Qi inside his wounds was suppressed.
Damian’s body shook once.
A moment later, his eyelids finally moved, and his eyes slowly opened.
For several breaths, he only stared at the gray sky above him.
Then he cursed out loud.
"GOD... DAMMIT..."
His voice was hoarse and weak.
That attack had nearly killed him.
If not for his broken sword and his damaged [Five Elements Accessories Set], he really might have died.
Damian’s fingers dug into the cracked stone beneath him as he cursed again. "That Nolan bastard... how the hell did he get so strong so fast?"
His brows furrowed deeply as he remembered that final attack.
He had never thought a King Grade sword art combined with a King Grade sword would have power countless times stronger than his Top-Rank Royal Grade equipment.
Damian coughed, and blood spilled from his mouth, but even then, he cursed again. "Just goddammit... I never thought the gap between us was this big."
He slowly turned his head and looked at the shattered pieces of the Top-Rank Royal Grade sword beside him.
Then his gaze moved to his damaged [Five Elements Accessories Set].
Several cracks had spread across the accessories, and their five-colored light had become weak and unstable.
Damian’s expression became a little complicated. "I’m sorry about that."
His voice was hoarse, but his tone became strangely serious for once. "You all saved my life, and I still got you broken like this."
The nearby sword mist drifted quietly.
Damian forced himself to sit up, then looked around the [Core Sword Domain].
A faint smile slowly appeared on his bloody face. "But luckily, this is the Sword Tomb."
He glanced at the broken sword pieces and the damaged accessories. "The paradise of weapons and artifacts like you."
The surrounding sword Qi flowed silently, sharp, ancient, and endless.
Damian wiped the blood from his lips and exhaled. "Stay here for now. Absorb what you can. Recover if you can. Maybe one day, you’ll become stronger than before."
He paused, then added weakly, "And if you do, remember that your first owner was a handsome bastard who almost died because of a poor simp with a King Grade sword."
The nearby sword domains trembled faintly.
HUMM...
Damian raised his head with a tired expression. "Hey, I’m injured. Please let me talk shit."
The sword domains quieted down slightly, though the surrounding sword intent still felt strangely judgmental.
Damian clicked his tongue and leaned back against a cracked stone.
For a few moments, he only focused on stabilizing his body.
A while later, his expression suddenly changed as he realized something. "Goddammit, this is bad."
He turned his head and looked in the direction Nolan had left. "If Nolan is already this strong, then it’ll be even harder for Violetta to take revenge."
Damian’s brows furrowed deeply. "After I get out, I need to meet Violetta as soon as possible. I can’t let her rush into revenge blindly."
He slowly wiped the blood from his mouth and looked deeper into the mist. "Still... that bastard Nolan should have gotten the [Sunfall King Sword] from the deepest area."
His eyes narrowed. "The [Forbidden Deep Tomb]."
Damian forced himself to stand, his body swaying slightly as he turned toward the nearby sword domains. "Show me the way to that area. I don’t know where it is."
For a breath, the sword domains remained silent.
A moment later, several faint sword lights trembled in the distance, pointing toward the deeper darkness.
The swords had seen Damian survive an attack from both a King Grade sword and a King Grade sword art.
Even though he looked shameless and talked too much, surviving that strike proved his strength and willpower.
Because of that, they respected him enough to show the way.
Damian’s lips curved despite the pain. "Good swords."
He dragged his wounded body forward, following the faint lights into the thickening mist.
The deeper darkness ahead felt colder, heavier, and far more dangerous than the [Core Sword Domain].
Still, Damian’s eyes shone with stubborn greed. "Now let me see what kind of bullshit protagonist opportunity Nolan got from there."