Divine Brilliance

Being threatened by that sword intent, Dou Lingzhen’s heart nearly stopped in shock. His entire body felt like it was frozen to the bone.

Only when that grey white sword lunged towards his eyes did some anxiety appeart. He bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood in his body boiled like a fire, burning and chasing out the cold in his heart. He was furious, like a volcano about to explode!

“What is this, Tai-chi large domain saber, die!”

That saber energy instantly exploded and filled the entire cave hole. A full one hundred and fifty thousand kilograms of strength was gathered on the saber. Stepping forwards, the entire tunnel shook. Dust and dirt particles fell down once more, like it was on the verge of collapsing.

That blade swinging out was enough to open mountains and tear stone! Everything within forty feet was stained with an earthen yellow glow.

Who cares what evil spell, what sword intent, he was confident of forcibly cutting it into pieces!

But Zong Shou seemed to not have an actual physical body, like a ghost creeping towards him. The sword that stabbed out came out from the darkness, not belonging to this world.

There was a ding as it struck the Seven Ring Broadsword in his hand, causing sparks to fly. The huge saber, which was also a Grade Two Spiritual Weapon, actually had a giant hole in it. Dou Lingzhen could also feel his energy totally losing control. His blade flew back and forth as it cut to the side out of his control.

The body of the half-Monster teen was like a leaf, softly floating backwards, the deathly energy around him growing thicker and thicker.

Dou Lingzhen felt lost, and astonishment. When he raised his head and looked over once more, in the next moment he was attracted by the eyes of that half-Monster teen. Within those narrow long phoenix eyes was a similar grey-white energy, devoid of human emotion. He was like a grim reaper holding a scythe, looking down from above.

All of a sudden Dou Lingzhen didn’t even have thoughts of running, he had totally given up hope.

This sword was one he couldn’t avoid and couldn’t hide from. When the enemy stabbed out with the sword, he was destined to die.

The Seven Ring Broadsword in his hand, as well as the vital energy in his body, not only wasn’t controlled, there were also threads of grey-white death energy spreading into his body from the blade.

It was dark and chilly, cutting off all signs of life. He went all out, but was still unable to remove it.

Coincidentally the situation of those two Xiantian Masters from before entered his eyes. He couldn’t help but suck in a deep breath with a hiss.

-What kind of evil sect method is this! How weird, is this person a human or a ghost!? Which branch of demon sect is he from? Did I see wrongly, is it really that dual meridian, trashy Gantian Mountain Prince?-

As such thoughts flashed across his head, Zong Shou’s body stopped retreating. He moved forwards with a sword and flashed ahead, directly dotting in between his eyebrows. There was no blood glow, just lightly passing by him from the side.

This passing was another hundred-odd feet, that sword light split up. In just a few breaths there were a few Mythic Masters who were hit in the center of their eyebrows by that grey sword shadow.

Lacking Xiantian strength, the speed at which these people’s life force disappeared was also much quicker, instantly turning white and starting to decompose.

Mingjue, who was standing behind all of them, couldn’t suppress his fear anymore. He yelled, rising on a circular plate. His body rose into the air as he swiftly flew into the distance.

Zong Shou didn’t bother to chase, a silver light flashing from within his sleeves and a flying knife shooting out. It was ten times faster than his body. With one flash, it arrived behind Mingjue.

Mingjue’s head was covered in cold sweat as he anxiously charged to the side and into another branch tunnel. Just as he thought that he had temporarily avoided death, that knife suddenly spun and directly struck him.

“Mind lock, flying knife changing direction! How is that possible?” Mingjue protested, another golden pearl shooting out from within his sleeves and turning into that golden light. At that moment, the knife turned illusionary, becoming many knives. They pierced through that layer of gold and slit right through his throat. That sharp knife didn’t stop there, driving his entire body backwards and pinning him onto a pillar.

Mingjue was in total despair. The energy on the knife was destroying his meridians. His veins were exploding, blood flowing out. Although he hadn’t died, he had no chance of surviving. His heart was also filled with shock and loss.

“How is the Cloud Shocking God Destroying sword intent on this knife? How can that guy’s sword be so scary? Was it a branch of a demon sect that I didn’t hear about before? I, Mingjue, am going to die here, how unfortunate…”

At that moment, the scene was dead silent.

Those Mythic Masters hadn’t died, but they were unable to make any sounds, they could only look at their changes in fear.

Those Monster race slaves were also dumbfounded, looking on in disbelief.

Chuxue was really curious as to what was happening and why the cave was so quiet.

She wanted to open her eyes, but wasn’t willing to go against Zong Shou’s instructions. She could only make a bitter expression, filled with a lot of hesitation and unhappiness.

Out of all of them, only that Dou Lingzhen could move. He tried his best to turn around, his eyes slowly losing color as he stared at the white robed shadow standing in the crowd with the long sword.

“Who exactly are you? Where did that sword technique come from?”

He knew that he had no hope of surviving. He only wanted to know who killed him, and where this weird sword technique that took his life came from.

Zong Shou’s expression was still cold, his face was ashen white. Only his eyes regained warmth. Only after a short while, when Dou Lingzhen’s eyes revealed disappointment, did he sigh, “Didn’t you know my identity? As for this sword technique, it is called the Styx River Death Sword.”

“Styx River Death Sword?” Dou Lingzhen was startled, and then he laughed out loud in maniacal fashion. Styx River Death Sword; where the Styx was, the attack of the sword would announce one’s death!

When the teen used this sword technique, he was destined to die!

He was still unwilling in his heart. Within Fenghua City were numerous beauties and many delicacies for him to eat. There was also this Grade Two mind stone mine. Even with twenty percent of the profits, it was enough for him to recruit troops and expand his army.

Why did he have to meet such a monster? Yunxia Mountain was so despicable. With this Prince’s cultivation and sword technique, ten years from now, who could fight him in the Donglin Cloud Continent? Wouldn’t he be even more terrifying than that Zong Weiran?

Even if he hadn’t bumped into him now, a few days from now when he made a move, he would still have died under this sword.

He could feel his last bit of life, last bit of energy leaving his body. Dou Lingzhen took in a deep breath and still scolded out. “God, you’re such a con artist! You just wanted me to die at the hands of this Monster race teen, I f*** your ancestors…”

Zong Shou frowned and rolled his eyes at Dou Lingzhen. Although he was filled with disgust towards this person, he too had problems with the gods above. Hearing him curse, he actually felt comfortable in his heart.

Zong Shou turned his head at a gasp, and saw that Chuxue had opened up her eyes. She was dumbfounded as she looked at the scene before her. She watched the corpses decomposing and withering, before finally turning into dust, suddenly collapsing. When she looked at Zong Shou, her eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

Zong Shou gave her a bitter smile. The little brat couldn’t resist it in the end. He knew that such a scene was a giant hit to one’s heart. Even if one had gone through war and battles, it was tough to resist it.

He then looked at his hand, where the grey-white energy had already dissipated. The dark chill energy around him had vanished moments ago.

His hand was still ashen white. Although the death energy didn’t enter his body, it still affected it.

If one looked carefully, his skin had grown as old as that of a middle-aged man. Luckily it was peeling now, and in three days it would recover.

This was the price to pay for using the sword. With his current cultivation, every eight minutes he used it would reduce his lifespan by one month.

The higher his cultivation, the more death energy would be gathered and the more life force he would use up. Even an Ascended Ancestor with a thousand-year lifespan couldn’t support such a consumption.

However that was secondary, the true price wasn’t that. Every time he used the technique, his emotions would reduce a little. The more he used it, the more heartless he would become.

Chuxue’s words were true, things itself weren’t bad, if it is used for good it would be good, used for evil then it is bad.

But if the technique itself could affect one’s character, then that was tragic. This was the characteristic of demon sects and evil techniques…

In his last life, he was only able to recover true human emotions after a long time. This sword technique harmed the heavens…

If it was possible, he wouldn’t want to use it for his entire life. He also didn’t want Chuxue to see him now; like a person but not like a person, like a ghost but not like a ghost.

Sighing, Zong Shou stowed the Lightning Tooth Sword. Little Gold was still affected by the death energy and frozen.

Zong Shou injected true qi in to help it recover. Chuxue’s eyes were filled with awe and respect as she said, “Young Master, you look so handsome and cool when your hair is white!”

Handsome and cool were words she learned from him, who knows if she even knew the meaning. However at that moment she only thought about these two words to describe him.

Just as he was thinking about how good it was if his hair didn’t change back, it promptly started to turn black.

Zong Shou scoffed coldly and looked at the Monster race slaves, his expression really cold.

That demon fox race girl was long dead. Mingjue had sucked away her Essence energy and she was only able to last for a few breaths.

As for the others, their situation also sent a chill down his spine. He saw the blood worms crawl out from their noses.

What shocked him was that these people couldn’t feel what was happening.

Zong Shou’s heart sank coldly. This was what the Demon Flag Sect had done and he didn’t have any hope to begin with.

The only thing he had thought about was to quickly set free these people.