novelraw Chapter 1420 - 1418: Xuanyuan Sword, It's Yours!
Chapter 1420 - 1418: Xuanyuan Sword, It's Yours!
Boom!
Rumble!
The void trembled, and the heavens and earth shook.
The Xuanyuan Sword plunged into the bottomless pit, its impact like an atomic explosion, raising a mushroom cloud that seemed to obscure the sky, as if it were about to blow the Five Elements Realm to pieces.
Suspended in mid-air, Zhu Qilue could even feel the earth shaking slightly!
He was terrified out of his mind!
Stunned, eyes wide and speechless!
"This..."
Before he could speak, a violent gust surged up, almost blowing him away.
As the airflow subsided.
Zhu Qilue slowly opened his eyes, now covered in dirt and mud.
The enormous shockwave had blasted the soil from the ground.
Though Zhu Qilue was floating in mid-air, it was as if he'd tumbled through the ground.
He stared dumbfounded below.
Originally, from the pit came the bloodcurdling howls of Blood Demon Wolves, sounds akin to the cries from Hell. But now, it was silent, not a sound, not even the chirping of birds.
He opened his mouth wide, unsure of how to describe his feelings at this moment.
Those thousands of Blood Demon Wolves.
Had been annihilated in an instant!
To be aware.
Even unharmed, he could not possibly kill a single Blood Demon Wolf alone. In the entire Five Elements Realm, those capable of killing Blood Demon Wolves were few and far between.
That's why Blood Demon Wolves became the tyrants of the wasteland, normal people dared not walk alone in the wilderness; they had to travel in groups for courage.
But even in groups, incidents of Blood Demon Wolves harming people still occasionally occurred.
Thus, those who traveled the wasteland did so with their heads hanging at their waist, leaving fate to chance, gambling on luck.
The combat prowess of a single Blood Demon Wolf was roughly equivalent to five ordinary people, about on par with Zhu Qilue.
Hence, imagine how difficult it is to kill a Blood Demon Wolf!
But then.
Lin Fan, that ant from the Sumeru Continent, managed to slaughter thousands of Blood Demon Wolves in an instant!
As of this battle, Blood Demon Wolves might become rare animals of the wasteland.
Gulp.
Zhu Qilue swallowed heavily, speechless as he stared at Lin Fan, utterly unsure what to say.
He had been completely shocked!
Lin Fan looked entirely nonchalant, craning his neck to peer into the pit, muttering, "There shouldn't be any survivors, right? I put all my strength into setting this trap; these beasts should be dead."
The aroma of roast meat permeated the air.
Lin Fan sniffed hard, his stomach growling. "Unexpectedly, Blood Demon Wolf meat smells pretty good, making me hungry. Digging that pit consumed a lot of my Spiritual Power, I'm exhausted."
He wiped his sweat as he looked at Zhu Qilue.
Zhu Qilue stood as still as a statue, unmoving.
"Hey! Have you gone stupid?"
Lin Fan nudged him, speaking grumpily.
Only then did Zhu Qilue regain his senses, shivering, his eyes lost as he looked towards the pit.
The dark pit was filled with floating black matter, likely the fur of Blood Demon Wolves scorched and left behind.
The ground was strewn with white bones and some charred meat, giving off the aroma of barbeque.
The surrounding area was somewhat intact; remnants of Blood Demon Wolf corpses could be seen.
But in the center of the pit, where the Xuanyuan Sword had fallen.
There was nothing!
The Blood Demon Wolves accumulated there had turned into blood mist, annihilated in the void by the Xuanyuan Sword's impact!
"Lin... Lin Fan... you... you..."
"Don't be surprised, it's just my standard operation."
"Blood Demon Wolves might become first-class protected animals now..."
"I can't help it; these beasts wanted to eat me."
Lin Fan said, stretching his hand forward.
Whoosh!
The earth began to tremble again.
A golden light suddenly shot from the center of the pit, heading straight towards Lin Fan.
The Xuanyuan Sword flew out from the bottomless pit, breaking through the air, causing the void to tremble.
Zhu Qilue gasped, eagerly watching the Xuanyuan Sword.
"Is this... the Ancient Divine Sword of your Sumeru Continent?"
"Yes, it is."
"If I had this, of course, I wouldn't fear Blood Demon Wolves!"
Zhu Qilue patted his chest, boasting shamelessly. He was filled with envy and jealousy, staring intensely at the Xuanyuan Sword, not blinking, with saliva almost dripping to the ground.
Regarding Lin Fan's actions earlier, he was not convinced.
Thinking it was mostly attributed to the Xuanyuan Sword, without it, Lin Fan wouldn't have defeated Blood Demon Wolves scattered across the mountains.
He smirked, giving Lin Fan a scornful glance, showing contempt and disdain.
Lin Fan noticed it, smiling coldly.
"You think the credit goes to the Xuanyuan Sword, unrelated to me?"
"Naturally!"
Zhu Qilue didn't hide it; after all, he was the son of the Fire Clan, carrying some noble temperament.
Lin Fan wasn't like that, being rather easygoing, but once stubborn, he wouldn't be swayed even by ten oxen.
If provoked by nobodies, he'd dismiss it with a laugh, not worth bothering with fools.
But with someone beside him looking at him so dismissively, he wouldn't be polite.
Nevertheless.
He didn't need to lift a finger.
"Seems you're quite interested in this Xuanyuan Sword; how about I give it to you?" Lin Fan smiled.
Zhu Qilue's body jerked, eyes nearly popping out.
"You... you... did you say?! Give... give... give it to me?!"
He was so excited he turned into a stammerer, thinking he misheard, digging his ears, his eyes wide like saucers.
"Yes, I'll give it to you."
Lin Fan held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, examining it carefully, looking reluctant, gently stroking the cold and gleaming blade.
"Th... this is what you said! You can't go back on it!"
Zhu Qilue jumped up in excitement, his face flushed red, pointing at Lin Fan's nose, shouting.
"I won't go back on it."
Lin Fan smiled, though his smile struck Zhu Qilue as odd, suspecting things weren't as simple, hiding some plot.
But after thinking it over, what plot could there be?
It's just a sword, and Lin Fan had already promised to give it to him; a man of his word won't go back on it, he thought.
"Then give it to me."
Zhu Qilue abandoned any concerns, rubbing his hands eagerly to take the Xuanyuan Sword from Lin Fan.
He had witnessed the power of the Xuanyuan Sword just now, able to unleash such a formidable and terrifying momentum. With this sword, combined with his own Cultivation Realm, how could he fear Gong Wenya as an opponent?!
Lin Fan smiled slyly. "Catch it!"
He casually threw the Xuanyuan Sword towards Zhu Qilue.
Zhu Qilue didn't expect Lin Fan to be so casual, really wanting to give him the Xuanyuan Sword, and without thinking much, quickly reached out both hands to catch it.
However.
Before he could catch it!
He felt an incredibly heavy force pressing upon him!
This weight was like countless mountains pressing down on his head; he couldn't bear it!
Hmm?
He paused, not having time to react.
Boom!
The Xuanyuan Sword directly pressed on him, pinning him to the ground, unable to move, his bones nearly breaking.
"Ah—"
Meanwhile, Zhu Qilue let out a painful scream.