Chapter 482 - 483 God Slaying
Chapter 482: Chapter 483 God Slaying
“How did you do it, Master?”
Zhong Lin’s face was full of disbelief, and he even pinched himself hard to confirm he wasn’t dreaming.
These were not illusions shaped by Spiritual Origin, but genuine Divine Weapons.
Summoning thousands of Divine Weapons from millions of miles away, transforming into a Sword Dao torrent, unstoppable in its path.
You must know that the lowest grade of these Divine Weapons are Mystical Artifacts, among which are also Treasure and King’s Weapons.
Using these Weapons as attacks, even Sealing King strong people would not dare to underestimate them.
Chi Zhonglin patted Zhong Lin’s shoulder, smugly saying, “Our Sword Pavilion has many secrets! This is just a small trick, keep watching.”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Swords fell like rain, the Divine Weapons of former generations’ predecessors of the Sword Pavilion now enshrouding the Holy Desolate King, Wilderness Desolate King, and God Desolate King.
Each sword seemed like an unparalleled master, proficient in some supreme Swordsmanship, and when gathered together, they could form a Sword Array, complementing each other.
As Sword Qi cascaded, it was like the Milky Way descending from the Ninth Heaven.
The three who were arrogant and domineering a moment ago could only enter a defensive state, each employing their skills to block the terrifying river-like Sword Qi.
Although all three were Sealing King level warriors, invincible within their Domains, they still did not dare place themselves amid the sword rain.
Boom!
Tu Ye uttered no unnecessary words, his cold gaze like a sword, with his Thunderstorm Heavy Sword in hand sparking with streaks of lightning. His Domain unfurling, a Thunder Giant Dragon coiled around him, then surged into the Heavy Sword, poised to strike, overlooking all as if a deity splitting heaven and earth.
Senior Brother Tu Ye’s Lifebound Divine Weapon is called “Thunderstorm Heavy Sword,” fully inheriting his Master’s Thunder Sword Dao, and then integrating with his own Heavy Sword Technique, surpassing the original.
Chi Zhonglin’s Profound Black Heavy Sword was also modeled after him.
This sword stroke was infused with all his energy, vital essence, and spirit—it was a near self-sacrificial strike, even burning his vital blood.
Xi Xuan immediately took the opportunity to change formations, manipulating the sky-filling sword rain, transforming from the offensive Long River Sword Array to the restraining and suppressing Prisoner Dragon Sword Formation.
The two worked seamlessly, turning the situation on its head.
The faces of the Holy Desolate King, Wilderness Desolate King, and God Desolate King all changed.
“The Sword Pavilion lineage is indeed powerful, but… not enough.”
A voice as thunderous as rolling thunder burst from the Holy Desolate King’s mouth.
Boom!
The Holy Desolate King stepped forth, a mighty Qi-blood tide as vast as mountains and seas exploded suddenly.
Most bizarre was that behind him, the God Desolate King and Wilderness Desolate King connected their auras with his, creating a terrifying storm that sought to sweep the heaven and earth.
A silver moon rose from the endless tide of Qi-blood, illuminating the Ninth Heaven, casting down cold moonlight, sanctity mixed with a touch of grandeur.
“Desolate!!!”
The Holy Desolate King uttered a word, as if coming from ancient primordial times, carrying an endless wild aura.
Rumble!
Unfathomable power erupted, myriad Divine Skills circulating, and finally, the Holy Desolate King sent forth a punch.
Heaven and Earth were silent, and all phenomena stilled.
This Fist Seal was as large as the azure sky, as heavy as the earth, carrying supreme force that crushed all as it descended.
Fist and Sword Array collided violently, enormous and invisible shockwaves erupted powerfully.
Under Zhong Lin’s shocked gaze, the Sword Array cast by Master Xi Xuan was shattered, innumerable Spirit Swords were sent flying, falling sparsely into the ground, their blades dimming.
“Xi Xuan, your Sword Array is indeed strong, but unfortunately, the owners of these swords are already dead. Even if you can manipulate their spirituality to continue attacking, it is still insufficient,” the Holy Desolate King said arrogantly.
“Is that so?”
Xi Xuan looked at the three of them expressionlessly, slowly extending his left hand.
Then, beneath his palm, a black void passage appeared.
Sword Pavilion Mountain.
At the peak of Sword Mountain, a faint tremor came from the God Slaying Sword, as thick and ancient as a monolith.
The chains clinked.
A thick, desolate, ancient Sword Intent that had been dormant for thousands of years seemed to hear a summons, starting to awaken.
In an instant, Sword Mountain rifted with cracks, rocks tumbling down.
It was as if the whole mountain was its Sword Scabbard.
Clang!!
With each summon, the God Slaying Sword atop the mountain finally responded, an ancient and abyssal Sword Qi soared upward, mysterious runes seemed to light up on the black sword body entwined by chains.
What an incredible Sword Intent, under which, all swords shivered in terror, resonating ceaselessly.
They were fearful, yet exhilarated, all these spiritual Treasure Swords angling their hilts toward Sword Mountain as if worshiping.
Boom!
As the ancient, timeworn Sword Intent continued awakening, the whole world seemed to tremble, from all directions came the sound of chains striking.
It was the God Slaying Sword breaking the chains binding it.
As the God Slaying Sword was drawn out inch by inch, an ancient and terrifying Sword Intent shot into the sky, enveloping the entire Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, countless disciples felt a terrifying fear in their hearts, their Lifebound Divine Weapons stored within their Dantian involuntarily emerged, trembling, worshiping.
“What’s going on?”
“What terrifying Sword Intent, it’s from the direction of Sword Pavilion Mountain.”
“My sword is afraid, worshiping.”
All the disciples were fearfully looking towards the direction of Sword Pavilion Mountain, feeling the terrifying Sword Intent that caused them to tremble.
Not only these disciples, but the other three Sealing King level strong people in the Holy Land also suddenly opened their eyes, sheathed in Sword Light, appearing instantly above Sword Pavilion Mountain like flowing light.
“Void Curse Seal, it’s Xi Xuan summoning the God Slaying Sword.”
The speaker was an elder in a fiery red Daoist robe, surrounded by a powerful fiery aura, comparable even to the great sun in the sky, this person was one of the four major Sealing King level strong people of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land, the Burning Sky King.
“What happened to make Xi Xuan use the God Slaying Sword?”
The Void King, dressed in a gray robe, frowned deeply, a look of worry flashing in his eyes.
“For Xi Xuan to use the Void Curse Seal to summon the God Slaying Sword, he must have encountered an unbeatable enemy. Could it be related to Xi Xuan leaving Sword Pavilion Mountain a few days ago?”
The Mountain Suppressing King’s eyes flashed with a glint, recalling the scene of Xi Xuan’s rage a few days prior.
“You mean God Desolate King?”
“This is troublesome, let’s go to the Battle Domain.”
“Alright.”
“Let’s go.”
“Very well.”
…
Xi Xuan, holding the God Slaying Sword, the void slightly trembled. Among the endless void oscillations, an ancient Demon God-like formidable aura suddenly emerged.
The space within a radius of a hundred miles shattered like a mirror, endless void turbulence wantonly sweeping over, turning everything to dust in its path.
“Come! Come! Come!”
Xi Xuan proudly stared at the three Holy Desolate Kings, his body radiating points of light like stars, a vast Sword Intent rising, resonating with the God Slaying Sword in his hand, then striking fiercely.
Instantly, heaven and earth turned dark, sun and moon mourned.