Divine Brilliance

As he said those words, his dry, thin body raised the astral wind and blew it in all directions. His body moved from a totally calm state as he leapt up from the back of the horse like an arrow.

His five fingers stretched out like that of an eagle’s claw. A green ember blazing upwards as he grabbed towards the sky.

It seemed like he was bringing unlimited amounts of firepower, the wild grass below all combusting. His body was like that a hunting leopard, so quick that he couldn’t be seen.

A breath ago he was like a dying man who was on the verge of going into the coffin. A breath later, he was a fierce martial cultivator who was still at his peak!

The flames surging out explosively made Gao Yi tremble slightly, struggling out from under the force of the sword. In that moment, he actually felt a little amused.

Did this Gantian Mountain Prince really think that he could win again a Xiantian master all by himself?

Although double cultivators were really strong and their talents were something that couldn’t be found even in one in a million, the mind of this person was something he couldn’t understand. Logically speaking, such a person who could hide his strength for so long definitely wouldn’t do such a stupid thing.

Or maybe he truly loved that Gong Xinran to the core?

Thinking about that, the corners of Gao Yi’s lips couldn’t help but rise. He wasn’t a shallow person, but at such a time he couldn’t help but feel slightly gleeful.

Chuxue and Gong Xinran behind couldn’t help but feel their hearts tighten. Chuxue also needed to split her focus to protect Zong Shou’s body. Gong Xinran’s eyes didn’t move as she looked on at that ball of green fire and the sword shadow.

In the night sky, three knife glows flashed out from within that light. Two black and one green, two in front and one behind, coming out from within Zong Shou’s soul.

That Old Mi didn’t bother, slightly squinting his eyes as he grabbed out with his two clamp-like hands.

Such talisman knives were things that Martial Masters needed to defend against, but in his eyes they were jokes that he could casually break into pieces.

A Spirit Cultivation Realm spirit master was as weak as an ant!

In the next moment a look of astonishment appeared in the old man’s eyes. That knife shadow seemed unreal, splitting from two into eight. Its trajectory was also really uncertain and indiscernible, such that he was unable to be sure which was real.

His two hands had grabbed air. Six knife shadows still continued on, flying in his direction.

“Cloud Light Illusion?” he exclaimed in shock as he suddenly dropped towards the ground. Just as his body touched the ground, the six knife shadows followed quickly behind.

He wasn’t able to dodge, his expression turned cold as he gave out a thunderous shout with true qi hidden within, and the knife glow illusions disappeared.

His two hands shot out and at the crucial moment he grabbed the two black flying knives in his hands.

Just as he tried to crush them to pieces, his body trembling slightly as fresh blood seeped out from his mouth. A cut appeared on the palms of both his hands.

“Lingyun Sect Cloud Shocking God Destroying sword intent! How is that possible?”

The energy within his body instantly became chaotic, smashing all around. His face was also filled with total disbelief.

How could this unassuming looking talisman knife have sword intent attached to it?

In the next moment, a few green knife glows arrived in front of his eyes.

Old Mi’s eyes constricted, all of a sudden he was unable to raise strength to dodge. His body explosively retreated backwards a hundred feet, until the energy within his body calmed down. Only after he deduced the true trajectory of the knife shadow did he reach out and grab three inches in front of his body.

Only… he grabbed the air once again. The trajectory of the talisman knife had actually changed in that instant. It flew diagonally down and pierced between his chest and abdomen.

“This is weapon driving! No, is this changing the direction of flying knives?”

If this was before, although he would be surprised, he would still be able to maintain some calm. Now he was truly astonished, his upper body twisting to the side and avoiding the major organs, letting the green flying knife drive into his left abdomen.

His eyes opened wide, anger surging within him as he looked up into the sky.

“You actually dare to hurt me!”

Unlimited amounts of killing intent surged out and again rose into the sky, trying to destroy that soul ball. The old man’s body, however, was rooted to the ground, his eyes were wide open. Shock that had disappeared not long ago had once again entered his brain.

The green sword shadow had flown down from above from a really close distance.

Zong Shou’s soul was manifested within that green smoke, like there were a pair of cold eyes coldly looking down.

What filled him with trepidation was that on the Pine Pattern Wind Sword there was several times stronger martial intent than on the talisman knife.

The sword shadow was only falling down, but it had a sort of rhythm that caught his attention.

This sword gave off might and strength, but it was cold and elegant, like that of watery moonbeams. It also seemed really uncertain and indiscernible, no sound or aura as it struck down from above.

Even that speed was so unbelievably quick. It was like the sword itself had became a part of the night!

When Old Mi looked up, the tip of the sword had already reached the front of his eyes and was just inches away.

This time his face was filled with shock and astonishment. A loud roar erupted, like a wild beast which was on the verge of dying, not caring about vital energy fluctuations or the injuries to his abdomen. He couldn’t help but back off urgently, a green flame exploding out from around him as he gathered up all the energy in his body to strike out with a fist towards that sword.

They saw the green Pine Pattern Wind Sword once again flare with an eye-catching glow. It turned into a ball of light that the naked eye couldn’t pick up, directly piercing through his throat.

A stab and draw hurled the old man’s head t up high into the air, his eyes open wide in disbelief. Looking down at his headless body, he was totally dumbfounded.

How did this happen? How did this happen? I am a Xiantian Master of the Second meridian of the Earth Chakra, and I have died at the hands of a Spirit Cultivation Realm spirit master?

Where did this Gantian Mountain Prince learn his flying knife technique? How did the Cloud Shocking God Destroying sword intent of Lingyun Sect appear in his hands?

And also that sword, using the soul to drive the sword, how could it have such terrifying rhythm?

No, his martial arts intent had definitely exceeded that of the sword intent level!

Which expert reincarnated into this half-monster teen?　 

A that moment within the Blood Valley, it was totally silent without any movement at all.

That hook tail lion stopped as it looked over, its lion eyes opened wide. Chuxue and Gong Xinran, who were riding it, seemed out of sorts.

Did that Xiantian master really die just like that? He died under Zong Shou’s sword?

The remaining martial cultivators following behind were all startled. Looking at the flying head and the blood rain, they stood rooted, unable to believe their eyes.

Gao Yi’s face was ashen white with no signs of blood on it, his eyes slack. He only sat stunned on horseback, allowing the Windrider Foal bring him on a swift retreat.

When Old Mi was forced into despair by Zong Shou’s three talisman knives, it had already shocked him.

When he saw Old Mi being beheaded by that moonlight-like sword, it was like his heart had been stabbed by someone, feeling really empty and lost. The energy within it was rising and dipping like a wave.

How did Old Mi die? How did such a strong person die at that little brat’s hands?

When he regained his senses, his face was instantly filled with fear!

At that moment, an unprecedented amount of regret filled his chest.