novelraw Chapter 1380 1378: A Broken Sword, Treating It as a Family Heirloom?!
Chapter 1380 1378: A Broken Sword, Treating It as a Family Heirloom?!
Clang!
The sound of colliding metal echoed in the dungeon, deafening!
The power of Xu Tianrui's sword slash probably exceeded a billion jin!
Although Zhu Qilue barely blocked this strike, it shattered his wrist, splattering blood, forcing him to stagger back several steps, nearly falling into the sea of flames.
"Hiss—"
Zhu Qilue gasped, his expression becoming extremely painful.
He looked at his cracked wrist, blood gushing out, and even the slightest exertion felt like tearing pain, making it impossible to hold the sword!
After all.
He was facing the commander of the Red Cloud Army, Xu Tianrui!
One of the strongest warriors in the entire Fire Clan, ordinary people wouldn't dare provoke him.
Not only because he commanded millions of troops but also because his skills rank among the top five in the Fire Clan!
You should know.
This guy participated in the Youth Conference in his younger years and survived it.
For someone like Zhu Qilue, generally considered a failure, it was impossible to be a match for Xu Tianrui.
Of course.
Xu Tianrui didn't even see Zhu Qilue as an opponent, wearing a mocking expression as if toying with an ant.
"Can't handle the first move? Haha, a failure is a failure. Even if we don't move, the Zhu Family will fall because of you. With your cultivation realm, you want to lead the Fire Clan? What a joke! If your Zhu Family regains power, you might become a meal for the other clans."
He said with a laugh, swinging the Fire Lotus Sword.
He had just given a small demonstration without exerting much effort.
Zhu Qilue knew this clearly, gritting his teeth as beads of sweat as big as beans appeared on his forehead.
It wasn't just because of the heat but also because of fear.
This was his first formal duel with Xu Tianrui.
Previously, Xu Tianrui did not exert full strength due to Zhu Qilue's status, and his cultivation realm was far inferior, so Xu Tianrui never took the matter seriously.
But now.
Xu Tianrui wanted to kill him, so he became serious.
In his seriousness, Zhu Qilue witnessed Xu Tianrui's true strength, terrifyingly shocking!
Even a casual swipe had shattered his wrist and nearly made him fall.
"I can give you two choices now. First, jump into the Netherworld Ghost Fire yourself; second, I'll end you with one cut." Xu Tianrui yawned, speaking leisurely.
"I'll choose the third option." Zhu Qilue took a deep breath, his gaze becoming sharp.
"Oh?"
"Kill you!"
Whoosh!
Zhu Qilue's figure flickered, turning into a shadow, charging straight at Xu Tianrui!
Facing Xu Tianrui, he had no chance of winning!
But.
He had to go up, as a man, he would rather die standing than live kneeling!
Even if he died here, at least he fought with all his might!
Rather than lying on the ground, dying with disgrace like a dog!
Half a breath!
He charged directly in front of Xu Tianrui.
Xu Tianrui did not expect Zhu Qilue to counterattack, raising his eyebrows lightly, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Thinking of retaliating on the brink of death, hastening his end!
"With such a rusty sword, who gave you the courage?"
Xu Tianrui sinisterly smiled, casually raising the Fire Lotus Sword, blocking indifferently in front of him.
With a clang.
Zhu Qilue's rusty sword chopped down, only to leave some dust on the blade, with no further commotion.
Xu Tianrui effortlessly deflected Zhu Qilue's fierce attack.
"This isn't a broken sword!"
Zhu Qilue was furious!
Insulting him was one thing, but he could not forgive the insult to his mother's only relic!
His facial features twisted, blood vessels popping, gripping the rusty sword with all his might, pressing towards Xu Tianrui.
Yet.
Xu Tianrui simply held the Fire Lotus Sword with one hand, seemingly effortless, his expression utterly calm.
"With such strength? Save your energy, don't waste your effort. Treating this scrap metal as treasure, running out of good swords? How about I give you one, throw this trash away? Officially, you're a prince of the Fire Clan, yet coming out with this thing is just too shameful." Xu Tianrui taunted, glancing disdainfully at the rusty sword as if looking at trash no one cared for.
"I'll kill you... I'll kill you!"
Zhu Qilue erupted in rage!
In his eyes, the rusty sword was his mother's incarnation.
Insulting this sword was insulting his mother!
He couldn't tolerate anyone speaking like that about his mother; if anyone dared, he would take their life!
And Xu Tianrui had the audacity to say such words in his presence, a blatant provocation!
"Kill me? Let's see you try when you have the skills!"
Xu Tianrui exerted a bit of force, effortlessly lifting up.
A violent and surging aura coursed through the Fire Lotus Sword, into the rusty sword, then into Zhu Qilue's body.
The rusty sword began to tremble violently as if it would fall apart any moment, seemingly about to shatter completely.
Meanwhile.
Zhu Qilue's internal organs also churned violently, his entire body trembling; he felt like an empty shell, his blood and flesh within violently shaking.
Bang!
He flew backward, his arms, chest, shoulders, and legs burst open to varying degrees, a bloody, gruesome sight!
Of course, he couldn't hold onto the rusty sword, which flew along with him, clattering to the side.
Zhu Qilue gasped coldly, the pain like tearing all over his body.
He tried to stand but his injuries were too excruciating, nearly fainting in blackness, unable to rise.
Leisurely footsteps approached him.
Xu Tianrui walked over lazily, standing before Zhu Qilue; in his eyes, Zhu Qilue was already a dead man.
If he desired, he could swiftly execute Zhu Qilue.
However, he did not immediately act; he wanted to humiliate Zhu Qilue further, casting his gaze toward the rusty sword.
Zhu Qilue had been enraged just now because he despised this rusty sword, launching a reckless attack against him.
Clearly, this sword is extremely important to him.
Zhu Qilue was no longer a threat, just a dead dog, and given his eagerness to die, he'd let him die more painfully, in humiliation!
Xu Tianrui's eyes twitched, and he began to laugh sinisterly.
"This sword seems very important to you."
He spoke, bending to pick up the rusty sword.
"Don't you dare touch it! You are not worthy!"
Zhu Qilue roared thunderously, mouth full of blood.
"Not worthy?"
Xu Tianrui paused, standing again. He laughed coldly, directly stepping on the rusty sword!
He stomped hard twice!
For a swordsman, the sword is like life.
For Zhu Qilue, this sword was not only his life but also the only relic left by his mother.
Now, it was being trampled in humiliation beneath Xu Tianrui's feet.
Zhu Qilue's eyes filled with fury, his heart bleeding.
Xu Tianrui roared with laughter, stomped, and howled. "A broken sword, treated as a family heirloom?! It's hilarious!"