Chapter 137: Protagonist, the spiritual sword returns to its sheath
Boom—
Surging energy shattered the snowy curtain, the golden dragon raised its head, and with the momentum of venturing out to sea, it opened its jaws in mid-air, biting towards a purple ball of light.
In the chaotic pile of rocks below lay numerous shattered guards of the Chilong Mansion and sect cultivators hosting blood spirits. Among them, a figure wearing a bamboo hat could not support themselves and knelt on the ground, using the spirit sword as a crutch inserted into the ground.
Xiao Tian surrounded her with a worried expression:
“Feng Yudie! There’s a vast gap in cultivation between you and this person! You can’t hold on…”
“Cough—”
A cough and blood seeped through the bandages covering Feng Yudie’s mouth and nose. Unable to spit it out, she forced herself to swallow.
“Just now, there was such a commotion in the east. Young Master Ye and Junior Sister Pei should have resolved it. If I hold on a little longer, they’ll arrive… Xiao Tian!”
Hearing this, Xiao Tian felt a mix of joy and sorrow. It was good that Feng Yudie trusted Ye so much, but the purple-clothed cultivator was beyond her capability. Ye had previously said that Feng Yudie could handle it. Although Xiao Tian wanted to believe Ye, the current situation…
“Roar!”
A roar echoed through the air. The purple spiritual energy suddenly expanded, the golden dragon raised its head, and a mournful cry echoed.
“Roar—”
An almost Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator’s full-strength attack was still blocked by Zi Tiancheng, forcing the golden dragon back.
Floating in the air, Zi Tiancheng gasped, raised his right hand, and a purple spirit longsword appeared. He then teleported to the underside of the golden dragon’s head.
“Ding—”
The purple spirit longsword drew a nearly hundred-foot-long arc in the air, directly striking the golden dragon’s neck. Though it left only a shallow mark on the dragon’s scales, it pushed the dragon’s head back.
“Holy Emperor Dragon Body…”
Zi Tiancheng gritted his teeth. Seeing his attack’s limited effect, he shifted his focus to Feng Yudie below. He rotated half a circle in the air, using the air as support and glaring at her forcefully. A powerful airwave, pressing on his tattered robe, rushed directly towards Feng Yudie with terrifying force.
“Feng Yudie! It’s coming!”
“Hiss—”
Feng Yudie clenched her teeth, stood up, pulled out the spirit sword from the ground, and held it in a spear-throwing stance.
“Get down!”
Boom—
Her right foot crushed the ground, and the gravel behind her scattered with the airwave. Like the sun’s rays, her spirit sword emitted a straight brilliance, piercing straight towards Zi Tiancheng’s chest.
Zi Tiancheng’s eyes widened, immediately using spiritual energy to protect himself. However, Feng Yudie’s spirit sword pierced his protective shield like piercing paper. He maneuvered his body but still couldn’t evade.
The spiritual sword pierced his left arm.
Swish—
The left arm detached from the body with tendons, but this didn’t stop Zi Tiancheng. Instead, he used the impact on his left shoulder to imitate Feng Yudie’s sword-throwing, hurling the purple spirit sword from his right hand toward her. The golden spiritual sword soared like a shot of the sun, while the purple spiritual sword shot out like a clasp of the moon.
“Huh?!”
Feng Yudie hadn’t anticipated that he would throw the sword back at her. Her eyes widened as she tried to dodge. However, the speed was too fast, and before she could move, Zi Tiancheng’s sword pierced her shoulder, nailing her to the ground.
“Cough—”
Feng Yudie felt as if most of her internal organs were shattered. Before she could recover, a pair of hands grabbed her neck, and her bouncing head was forcefully pushed into the ground.
“Huh-huh.” Zi Tiancheng stared at her, panting heavily. “Those with the blood of the Holy Emperor are destined individuals. In the future, they will inevitably ascend to the throne. Do you think you can ignore the boundaries and attempt to kill me just because of this divination?!”
“Tsk…”
Feng Yudie, meeting his gaze, clicked her tongue slightly.
“Let me tell you, in the past thousands of years, countless people with the blood of the Holy Emperor have died at the hands of the Heavenly Demon Sect. The Holy Emperor of the Immortal Family left behind hundreds of heirs, passing down the lineage. You are just one of the past owners of this golden dragon. Now that the Book of Heaven’s whereabouts are unknown, the one who possesses the book is the destined one you immortal cultivators speak of!!”
“Heh!” Feng Yudie sneered, shifting her gaze behind him.
“Behind you!”
?!
Zi Tiancheng immediately turned to look behind him, but there was nothing there. The golden dragon in the sky had yet to recover. But as he looked back, Feng Yudie, whose neck was clamped, once again took out a dagger from her storage bag and stabbed it into his chest with force.
“Hiss—”
Feeling the pain in his abdomen, Zi Tiancheng’s face showed more anger. He promptly pulled out the spirit sword pinned to Feng Yudie’s shoulder, intending to slash her neck. At that moment, Feng Yudie’s gaze again glanced at his left ear, and she shouted, “Behind you!”
“Do you think the same trick can work twice… Ah—!”
Two spiritual swords pierced through his back came out through his chest, and thrust directly towards Feng Yudie’s face. Upon seeing this, Feng Yudie’s eyes suddenly widened, and she quickly turned her head at an angle.
Ding ding—
The two spiritual swords that penetrated Zi Tiancheng were almost close to Feng Yudie’s left and right cheeks and pierced into the ground behind her.
“Hiss—”
Feng Yudie took a breath of cold air, but she did not remain stunned. With a wave of her sword finger, the spirit sword she had thrown into the stratosphere instantly turned 180 degrees and fell downward.
Ye Anping looked at the ominous black mist emitting from Zi Tiancheng’s body, frowned, and said, “Junior sister, come again!”
Swish—
The two sounds of penetration overlapped. Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue, standing behind Zi Tiancheng, twisted their bodies and thrust the spiritual swords in their hands again, aiming at the back of his neck.
However—
Boom—
A purple aura instantly enveloped Zi Tiancheng, and the two men’s swords pierced directly into the purple spiritual jade, unable to get even close to Zi Tiancheng. Ye Anping frowned. It was time to hold the sword with both hands, release his whole body’s energy into the spiritual sword, and press it forward with all his strength.
“Junior sister, don’t stop!!”
At the same time, he gave Feng Yudie on the ground a look: “Use your Nine Heavens Sword Technique to recall the spirit sword you threw away!!”
Feng Yudie gave him a look in return: “I’ve done it a long time ago!” Let the sword fly for a while!
“Ahhhhh——”
Zi Tiancheng shouted angrily, releasing his remaining spiritual energy and trying to knock away the two “Cheng Yaojin” who suddenly came out.
Feeling this force, Ye Anping couldn’t help, but sweat broke out on his forehead. The next moment, a golden meteor pierced the night, pointing straight down like a falling star, hitting directly above Zi Tiancheng’s head.
Under this golden “falling star,” Zi Tiancheng’s body-protecting jade was as fragile as paper.
Click—
Feng Yudie’s spiritual sword was sheathed, but Zi Tiancheng’s spine sheathed it.
At the same time, the spiritual swords in the hands of Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue also broke through the protective spiritual shield and penetrated Zi Tiancheng’s neck.
Swish—swish—
The sound of entering the flesh was heard in unison, and Zi Tiancheng fell on the spot.
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