novelraw Chapter 283 - 183: Perceiving Spiritual Power, Shattering the Flying Sword!
Chapter 283 - 183: Perceiving Spiritual Power, Shattering the Flying Sword!
The person who unleashed this sword strike was so insidious, sacrificing several lives of the Changping Daoists to ensure a single fatal blow against Su Mu.
"It’s struck."
A white-shirted scholar in the crowd folded his licentious "Maiden Painting" fan, entirely unconcerned about the dead, and his eyes flickered with a silver gleam, revealing a touch of disdain on his confident face.
But in that instant, the scholar’s entire body suddenly shuddered, feeling a piercing gaze filled with chilling murderous intent.
The martial artist on the brink of death had detected his presence.
But does it matter?
The outcome is already decided.
This sword, even if faced by a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist in Canglan County, would fall with one misstep, let alone a mere ignorant Seventh Grade from such a remote place like Qingyun County.
The scholar had immense confidence in his own abilities, but he underestimated the Seventh-Grade Martial Artist before him from Cyan Cloud.
Su Mu’s senses were incredibly sharp, and the sword strike that could easily injure and claim the life of a Seventh Grade Martial Artist, or even a Sixth-Grade, didn’t escape Su Mu’s eyes.
As the flying sword appeared in Su Mu’s vision, its speed slowed tenfold, even dozens of times; it seemed to freeze in mid-air for an instant.
The dragon of spiritual power surged at Su Mu’s brow, instantly activating his inference talent; the trajectory of the small silver sword was completely analyzed and understood by Su Mu.
Simultaneously, Su Mu silently initiated the Fire Sparrow Transformation; at the sight of the silver sword, Su Mu instantly realized that the Incense Master of Changping Demon Dao was not a martial artist but a Daoist Cultivator.
Su Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly; the refining of the Fire Sparrow Blood seemed like a rebirth, not only making the meridians within his body tougher but also sharpening his vision even further.
While battling Yuan Qing, Su Mu couldn’t directly observe spiritual power; he solely relied on his remarkable senses and the forewarning from the dragon of spiritual power at his brow to narrowly avoid danger. But this time, Su Mu finally captured the dangerous "Invisible Power."
"I see it!"
Through eyes refined with Fire Sparrow Blood, in the darkness appeared a thread of extremely thin silver line, connecting the flying sword to the white-shirted scholar behind the crowd.
"Spiritual form into a line, controlling the flying sword... A Daoist Cultivator?"
Su Mu’s eyes glimmered, recalling the moment in the rain when Yuan Qing took away the Little Doctor, igniting a spark within Su Mu’s chest that blazed into a raging inferno.
Su Mu held a spear in his right hand, and his free left hand reached forward.
"Foolishness!"
Seeing this, the white-shirted scholar behind the crowd dispelled the unease that had just risen, convinced in the lethality of his flying sword; the carnage it wrought left nothing but blood and flesh in its path, and it had cut through many Grade-Entering Treasure Artifacts before.
Seeing Su Mu attempt to catch the flying sword with his flesh, the white-shirted scholar exhibited a deep sneer.
Yet, the next instant, his always-confident expression suddenly froze, followed by a strong disbelief.
Dong!
A resonant bell toll rang out, akin to thunder on a flat plane.
As Su Mu extended his fingers, a more profound and unrestrained Tiger Roar reverberated above the estate; atop the Golden Bell, a massive fiery tiger suddenly opened its eyes, its mane vivid as if alive, surrounding Su Mu.
Molten Fire Golden Body and Molten Fire Golden Bell!
Even Yan Xiaolan, far outside the estate, felt a tremor within her eardrums, accompanied by a painful sensation.
Yan Xiaolan as such, and the Changping Daoist Sect members within the estate suffered a backlash, blood pouring from their seven orifices; their bodies weakened like harvested autumn wheat, crumpling to the ground in spasms.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye; Su Mu’s five fingers preemptively closed on the trajectory of the small silver sword.
"Screech-------"
Flames erupted, and an ear-piercing grinding sound echoed, spreading as a fierce wind, yet the flying sword seemed not to pierce flesh but strike a mountain forged of gold and iron.
"Not good!"
Seeing the flying sword stagnant in Su Mu’s grasp, the white-shirted scholar realized trouble, attempting to retract the sword, the flying sword bursting with a dragging spiritual force.
Hmph!
Su Mu snorted coldly, witnessing the spiritual thread connected to the small silver sword suddenly tauten, yet he was not about to let things go the scholar’s way; the scholar’s reaction indicated the importance of that sword, unwilling to let it fall into another’s hands easily.
Su Mu’s eyes condensed, the Molten Fire Golden Bell spun rapidly, encasing him and gilding each inch of skin, flesh, with True Gold of Hundred Refinements, rendering him a True Gold Arhat.
Then Su Mu exerted force in a sudden clamp.
Crack!
As his five fingers clasped, the sky echoed with consecutive booms.
"Brat, how dare you intercept my flying sword!"
Feeling the flying sword unable to advance or retreat, the white-shirted scholar finally broke his composure, shouting in fury.
"If you don’t wish to leave it behind, then destroy it."
Su Mu instantly abandoned the notion of capturing the sword to study it and made up his mind to act, azure brilliance coursing through his body, his fingers exerting mighty force; with the power forged through Fourth Refining Force, Fourth Bone Forging, nearly Fourth-Time Yijin, and a body tempered by Cross-Training Martial Arts and Fire Sparrow Blood, he possessed an unfathomable, terrifying strength, this grip no less than ten thousand pounds!
This sword, which aided the white-shirted scholar in slaying several Sixth-Grade Martial Artists, was now as docile as a harmless white rabbit in Su Mu’s hands.
Crack!
The blade twisted and shattered, the body of the sword bent as insignificant blood light burst forth; amidst everyone’s gaping stares, Su Mu casually crumbled it into scrap iron, discarding it like a worthless shoe.