In front of Lan Yuchun hovered an octagonal sword plate, shimmering with silver light. It spun and churned, its brilliance scattering chaotically. Hundreds of Flying Swords wove in and out, forcing Bao Dingheng’s companions to the outer perimeter, leaving only him struggling bitterly under the Sword Array.
Bao Dingheng wielded merely two Dharma Swords. Despite his adept Swordsmanship unleashing waves of frosty glimmers to barely fend off the surging sword light, he knew deep down that once Lan Yuchun’s Sword Array was deployed, without a method to counter or resist it, his defeat and demise were inevitable—only a matter of time.
Inwardly, he couldn’t help but curse his overly protective martial uncle, who, even after expelling Lan Yuchun from the Mountain Gate, still allowed him to take this Magic Artifact. This was clearly intentional indulgence. If Bao Dingheng survived this ordeal, he swore to report this matter to his master.
Every disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect carried a sword plate. This plate could condense Gold Qi into swords and form arrays. Whether or not a disciple possessed a sword plate drastically affected their strength during sect duels. However, once expelled from the sect, such artifacts would typically be confiscated.
This was originally the source of Bao Dingheng’s confidence in defeating Lan Yuchun. Yet now, unexpectedly, his opponent had brought out a sword plate and even taken the initiative. Bao Dingheng was caught off guard, left with no opportunity to retrieve and utilize his own sword plate, forced merely to defend desperately.
The grudge between Lan Yuchun and Bao Dingheng was long-standing, their rights and wrongs entangled beyond clarity. Today, with the chance for revenge, how could Lan Yuchun possibly let it slip by?
Seeing Bao Dingheng drenched in sweat under his onslaught, utterly losing the composure of a prominent Yuan Yang Sect disciple, Lan Yuchun let out a ferocious shout and activated his spell. The Flying Swords of condensed Gold Qi suddenly accelerated, converging into a torrent of cascading swords aiming at Bao Dingheng in a relentless chain of strikes.
In an instant, Bao Dingheng’s two Dharma Swords endured over a hundred strikes of sword light. Although superior in quality, they were overwhelmed, and with two sorrowful wails, they shattered one after the other.
When opponents as familiar with each other as Bao Dingheng and Lan Yuchun clashed, once one side fell into a disadvantage, the other would never leave them any chance to turn the tables.
With Lan Yuchun pressing forward relentlessly, Bao Dingheng knew his fate was sealed. He had held on this long purely out of unwillingness to succumb without resistance. Now witnessing his two Dharma Swords destroyed, he realized further struggle was futile. He let out a bitter laugh, closed his eyes, and awaited death.
Seeing his old adversary about to perish under his sword, Lan Yuchun couldn’t help but burst into a maniacal and triumphant laugh.
But just at this moment, a shadow suddenly rushed into the Sword Array. The figure arrived with an overwhelming presence, tearing through the dense forest leaves and branches like a storm, causing large clusters to scatter. In the next moment, he stood firmly in front of Bao Dingheng.
Lan Yuchun was initially stunned, then let out a cold sneer and said, "Seeking death!"
His face twisted with a savage expression as he wildly channeled his mana. The sword plate spun faster and faster, and in an instant, hundreds of Flying Swords forged from Gold Qi rained down like a locust swarm. Many of them struck this newcomer directly, but what echoed forth was not the sound of flesh being torn but a dense cacophony of clashing metal.
Beneath the night sky, Lan Yuchun could see with stark clarity the sparks of Star Fire bursting forth as the Flying Swords collided with the man’s body.
To Lan Yuchun’s astonishment, the man not only survived this ferocious barrage of Sword Qi but stood unscathed. Under the relentless sword rain, he casually swept his hand, shattering the Flying Swords before they could even reach him. Then, with a thunderous roar, he leaped forward. It was as though a thunderclap surged from the ground; a sudden gale burst forth, with crushing Qi Waves sweeping across the field. In an instant, the figure crossed the distance to Lan Yuchun and launched a punch directly at him. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet
Lan Yuchun was momentarily stunned and panicked. Hastily, he clasped his hands together, commanding two hovering Dharma Swords with a tremulous hum to slash at the approaching figure.
Lan Yuchun had hoped these swords would stop the man. These two Dharma Swords were not much inferior to those of Bao Dingheng, but under the force of the man’s punch, they shattered with a resounding crack.
This realization struck Lan Yuchun with terror. In an instant, he understood that the man was undoubtedly a Power Dao Practitioner. His only thought now was to flee. Without hesitation, he flung a basin-shaped Magic Artifact to block for him and prepared to escape on his Xuan Guang.
The basin-shaped Magic Artifact descended, shimmering faintly in seven radiant hues. Yet before it could unleash its brilliance, a golden hammer slammed down heavily. With a deafening crash, the artifact was flattened into scraps on the ground.
Lan Yuchun had barely ascended half a meter on his light streak when he felt a fierce Qi cyclone surge behind him. He swayed violently as though aboard a tiny boat in a storm, teetering on the brink of capsizing. Without even turning around, he knew his pursuer was closing in.