FVN Chapter 228 The Overbearing Luo Xue
Chapter 228 The Overbearing Luo Xue
Chapter 229 The Overbearing Luo Xue (Bonus Chapter)
He Qingyang's attack appeared to be very slow.
Like a kite being pulled by a kite string, it slowly falls downwards in a slow-motion replay.
However, the star power around him was gathering at an alarming speed.
At first, it was just a blurry storm of starlight.
But in the blink of an eye, the storm was shaped by the earth into the prototype of a giant divine sword that reached the sky and connected the earth.
The sword energy was vast, seemingly capable of splitting the entire world in two.
He Qingyang's gaunt body was now merging into the center of the giant sword, becoming its core.
Transform your body into a sword, and become one with the sword!
"boom--!
Before the sword shadow moved, the sword energy had already soared into the sky.
He Qingyang unleashed his trump card right away!
Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. If we want to completely suppress that woman Shangguan Luoxue, we must go all out and deliver a fatal blow.
When Jiang Mu seized his grandson's position last time, he had clashed with Shangguan Luoxue.
Of course, he still had plans to complete at that time.
Faced with Shangguan Luoxue's suppression, he could only choose to give in.
But not now!
"kill!"
He Qingyang roared within the giant sword, determined to kill in one decisive battle.
Looking at the giant sword, Zhou Yuanzhi's eyes flashed with genuine amazement: "Although He Qingyang's character is despicable, his swordsmanship has indeed reached a certain level."
Although he cannot compare to the "Sword Fairy" of yesteryear, among the living sword masters in the world today, his move is definitely enough to rank among the top three.
Mo Huaisu continued to stare at Shangguan Luoxue, and his suspicions gradually came true.
"Elder He, since you are so decisive, we naturally cannot lag behind. I will lend you a hand!"
Seeing that He Qingyang had revealed his trump card.
The person hidden in the blue gale on the left could no longer hold back.
He withdrew the fierce wind and revealed his true form.
He was a bald old man dressed in brightly colored, exaggerated costumes, like something out of a theatrical performance.
He let out a strange laugh and pushed forward with his withered hands.
The enormous octagonal bronze mirror floating behind him shone brightly.
The mirror clearly reflects the phantom image of a majestic and precipitous mountain.
The bald old man formed a hand seal and waved it downwards.
"boom!"
The giant mountain, which originally only existed in the mirror's illusion, was actually squeezed out of the mirror.
It materialized from the void, rapidly expanding in mid-air with an overwhelming aura that suppressed everything.
It pressed down on Shangguan Luoxue below.
Two top-tier experts at the tenth realm simultaneously unleashed their most powerful and secretive moves.
They knew very well that trying to defeat a 12th-realm guardian in a one-on-one duel through legitimate means and seize his star position was nothing short of a pipe dream.
Firstly, Shangguan Luoxue is currently in a state of "severe injury and low health," and the laws of Heaven will not approve of such a one-on-one challenge that takes advantage of someone's vulnerability.
Secondly, their current siege is not in accordance with the one-on-one rules of the star position shift.
Therefore, in this level of high-level competition, their sole objective is—
While you are sick, I will kill you!
First, eliminate this biggest threat, or completely destroy its cultivation and cause it to lose its star position.
Once the star position becomes ownerless, it returns to the sea of stars.
They could rely on their existing knowledge and experience to slowly gain further insights in the vast universe.
In any case, there are only a handful of experts in this world who are qualified to obtain such a high-level star position.
Once Shangguan Luoxue falls, the position of garrison commander and this unparalleled opportunity will sooner or later be theirs!
On the other side.
The middle-aged man at the tenth realm who threw out the red relic remained indifferent, observing the situation without making a move.
He is waiting.
Let these two go and probe the true strength of Shangguan Luoxue, this sick tiger.
Shangguan Luoxue looked up at the towering mountain pressing down on her head, and the towering sword shadow that was tearing through the sky.
His purple eyes held neither sorrow nor joy.
She simply raised her right hand slightly.
At the fingertip, a point of icy purple starlight quietly illuminates.
At this moment, Ling Ye, who had been in a deep meditation, seemed to sense the murderous intent from the outside world.
She forcibly tore a sliver of consciousness out of her meditation and opened her eyes.
What came into view was the giant sword of starlight and the towering mountain that blotted out the sky, which was carrying the shadow of death and crashing down on Shangguan Luoxue, who was standing in front of him.
"Luoxue, move aside!"
Ling Ye hurriedly called out.
Standing in the wind and snow, Shangguan Luoxue turned her jade pendant slightly and said calmly, "Make the most of your opportunity and don't get distracted."
After saying that, she spread her five fingers and pressed them forward lightly.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the pressure of the Twelfth Realm erupted from her slender body, sweeping across the entire world.
Purple clouds rose into the sky.
It directly illuminated this land with a shimmering purple light.
Under this overwhelming pressure, the enormous sword shadow and the towering mountain, which originally carried immense power, were abruptly frozen in mid-air.
Even the spatial turbulence came to an absolute standstill at this moment.
"How is this possible?!"
"Twelfth Realm? Your cultivation level hasn't dropped at all?!"
At that moment, everyone present changed their expressions.
He Qingyang, who was the first to be hit, froze his arrogant and ferocious expression, which was replaced by a look of horror as if he had seen a ghost.
They were not given any breathing room.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal Dharma image, tens of feet tall and seemingly solid, with an unparalleled divine might that looked down upon the world, shattered the void and appeared before everyone's eyes.
It is the image of a female general clad in heavy armor with purple-gold dragon scales!
The female general's face was shrouded in purple divine light, obscuring her true features.
But that invincible aura that regarded everything as worthless made the souls of all the tenth-realm experts present tremble.
The Dharma Image raised a colossal hand covered in purple-gold armor and reached out to grab the giant sword that had stopped in mid-air.
"No--!"
He Qingyang let out a desperate roar.
"Snap!"
With a loud bang, the divine sword, which contained all of He Qingyang's ten realm foundations and essence, was crushed to pieces.
With his signature move destroyed, He Qingyang was struck dumb by the backlash of his inner energy.
He spat out a mouthful of black blood, fell straight down from mid-air, and crashed heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.
At the same time, in the other hand of the female general.
A spear, formed from pure purple lightning, suddenly took shape.
Faxiang swung his spear with one arm and lashed it fiercely at the illusory mountain that loomed overhead on the other side.
"boom!"
The spear flashed like lightning, piercing the mountain straight through.
The terrifying destructive force shattered it into countless flying stone dust particles.
"Damn it!"
The bald old man who controlled the mountain was so frightened that he almost vomited bile, and most of his soul and spirit flew away.
He no longer cared about the opportunity to compete for the position of garrison commander.
The moment Shangguan Luoxue displayed her peak cultivation at the twelfth level, only one thought remained in his mind: escape!
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man holding the red relic, who had been hiding in the shadows and was the most cunning, reacted with an absurdly fast reaction.
He had already turned and run away, cursing Zhou Yuanzhi in his heart for being such a traitor.
Zhou Yuanzhi's face was filled with shock and astonishment.
Her usually composed gaze wavered: "How could this be? Her Dao foundation was clearly—her cultivation level has actually recovered?!"
Mo Huaisu's suspicions were confirmed, but witnessing it with his own eyes still stirred his emotions.
"Trying to leave? Too late."
Shangguan Luoxue's voice was icy.
Faxiang brandished his golden spear, the shaft slicing through the air and leaving a dazzling golden trail before piercing the bald old man's back.
"what!"
The bald old man let out a scream and spat out a mouthful of blood.
In a life-or-death moment, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the octagonal bronze mirror in front of him.
His own reflection was refracted in the bronze mirror.
The next second, the old man's body in reality strangely withered away.
The figure in the mirror jumped out of the mirror and tried to continue running for its life.
However, he had only run two steps.
The space ahead distorted.
Shangguan Luoxue's figure appeared directly in front of the floating bronze mirror.
She gently pressed her delicate hand against the mirror.
A muffled thud.
The magical bronze mirror, along with the spatial laws attached to it, turned into powder finer than flour in Shangguan Luoxue's palm.
"puff-!"
The magical artifact was destroyed, and the old man coughed up blood again.
His heart was bleeding.
But his survival instinct kept him gritting his teeth, burning with life force as he charged forward.
Just then, a massive, purple-gold hand, like a cloud hanging from the sky, mercilessly descended from above his head.
"General Shangguan, wait! Let him go!"
Zhou Yuanzhi's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted, "The imperial court is in dire need of manpower right now, and urgently needs such a tenth-realm combatant. Please, General, spare him!"
"Smack."
Before Zhou Yuanzhi could finish speaking, the large, purple-gold hand slammed down.
A human-shaped crater, several feet deep, appeared on the ground.
The bald old man was completely gone; not a single bone could be found. He had been smashed into a bloody, mangled pulp.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man who ran the fastest thought he had successfully escaped.
A relieved smile was just about to spread across his lips.
Suddenly, he felt the space around him solidify into a block of iron.
His body froze in mid-air.
It felt as if my limbs and bones were being gripped by a giant, empty hand.
"No!"
Panic flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the red relic.
Using the self-inflicted power gained from destroying the magical artifact, he barely managed to break free from the invisible hand's restraints. Like a stray dog, he dashed a hundred feet away and disappeared into the horizon.
"what?"
Shangguan Luoxue raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
She ultimately did not pursue him further and returned to Ling Ye's side.
Zhou Yuanzhi stared at the bald old man's corpse on the ground, her face turning pale and then flushed, and she sighed inwardly.
She turned her gaze to He Qingyang, who was lying in the rubble, critically injured and on the verge of death.
Zhou Yuanzhi spoke again, her tone a mixture of pleading and helplessness: "General Shangguan, He Qingyang is, after all, the patriarch of the Divine Sword Sect, and he enjoys considerable prestige in the martial world. Could you spare his life for the sake of the imperial court? Consider it a favor I owe you."
"Bang!"
A dull thud sounded as the balloon burst.
He Qingyang exploded from the inside, turning into a sky full of foul-smelling blood mist.
He didn't even have time to utter a word of begging for mercy.
'
Zhou Yuanzhi stood there blankly in the void, her red lips parted.
In the end, she could only give a helpless bitter smile, swallowing all her dissatisfaction and daring not to say another word.
Rules? Favors?
In the face of absolute power, it's nothing but a fart.
Now that the opponent has recovered to the peak of the twelfth realm, this place is naturally the absolute domain of Shangguan Luoxue, the garrison commander.
Who would dare say no if we killed a few provocative tenth-realm cultivators?
However, Zhou Yuanzhi couldn't help but feel a little resentful.
You woman, since your foundation has been repaired and your cultivation has been restored, why didn't you say so sooner?
It made the imperial court look like a clown.
However, resentment is resentment.
From the perspective of the court's overall interests, Shangguan Luoxue's ability to regain her peak strength and stabilize the situation in Huzhou City is definitely a great thing that brings more benefits than drawbacks.
Ling Ye was still in a daze.
It wasn't until Shangguan Luoxue walked up to her that she snapped out of her daze.
With a complicated expression, she asked, "How did you recover?"
"You should swallow this relic first, and I will protect you." Shangguan Luoxue didn't explain further, her tone was calm.
Ling Ye gave her a deep look, then closed his eyes again without asking any more questions.
At this moment, Jiang Mu was unaware of what was happening outside.
He found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.
To be precise, this is a world with only black and white colors.
A vast, open, and endless expanse of mountains and fields.
Lacking the lushness of flowers and plants, and the vibrancy of colors, it's as if you've stepped into an old ink painting stripped of all its hues.
In the painting.
Above the sky, there is neither sun nor stars or moon.
Only two enormous black and white yin-yang fish, head to tail, swam and rotated slowly in a trajectory imbued with the rhythm of the supreme Dao.
This is Mo Huaisu's "dojo".
Having once entered Shangguan Luoxue's Daoist abode, Jiang Mu recognized her at a glance, feeling utterly speechless.
Why did this woman bring him here for no reason?
Jiang Mu attempted to release her divine sense.
They wanted to find a core building similar to Shangguan Luoxue's "Dongtian Daofu" in this ink-wash landscape to find a breakthrough.
But after searching for a long time, all they found were endless black and white rocks and a giant fish in the sky.
Clearly, this is completely different from the Daoist academy that "opened its doors" to him because of the constraints of cultivation techniques, like Shangguan Luoxue's.
He was a complete outsider here.
A prisoner who was forcibly dragged in.
Without the necessary permissions, it's impossible to forcibly tear through space and leave using your own power.
I don't know how long I've been waiting in this black and white world.
Suddenly, a cool fragrance wafted over.
Mo Huaisu's figure appeared quietly before Jiang Mu, like a fairy stepping out of a painting.
His clear, aloof eyes were as still as water.
The first thing this otherworldly Daoist nun said to Jiang Mu upon seeing him was, "Have you mastered the 'Purple Mansion Covenant'?"
Mo Huaisu's clear, icy eyes seemed to see through illusion as she stared intently at him.
"What the heck?"
Jiang Mu frowned.
He wasn't faking it; he genuinely didn't know.
Under Shangguan Luoxue's cover, every time he was pulled inside, Master Jiang would just bury himself in his work and sweat profusely.