novelraw Chapter 366 - 326: The Evil Sword Emerges!
Chapter 366 - 326: The Evil Sword Emerges!
On the high platform, disbelief flashed in the eyes of all the great cultivators.
The Dao Ancestor needed nearly two years to comprehend the Three Thousand Sword Scrolls in the Sword Pavilion, and yet Chu Huaixu learned them in such a short time?
How is this possible!
Though many busybodies in the world call him "Second to the Dao Ancestor."
But isn’t it a bit much to praise him as far surpassing the Dao Ancestor?
Jiang Zhi saw the crowd’s expressions and merely smiled indifferently.
Others laugh at me for being too insane, I laugh at others for not seeing clearly.
He suddenly felt that not explaining made him feel rather pleased!
The mysteries of the Daoist Ancestor Inheritance Secret Realm are not something you can imagine!
The ability of the old man is to overturn understanding!
Jiang Zhi previously didn’t believe that only a day had passed outside, while years had passed inside the secret realm?
Isn’t this more outrageous than the legendary "One day in heaven, a year on earth"!
Yet this is exactly what happened.
The crowd saw Jiang Zhi smiling and silent, instantly feeling frustrated.
But no matter how they pressed for details, the Daoist Junior Martial Uncle remained tight-lipped.
Apparently, he bore the utterly frustrating cliffhanger nature of a storyteller.
Want to hear?
This time, I won’t say!
Ming Xuanji furrowed his brow, his fingers moving subconsciously, wanting to perform divination.
This was the umpteenth time he’d lately wanted to divine about Chu Huaixu.
He quickly suppressed the urge.
I can’t die halfway while divining him, can I?
But this feeling was unbearably agonizing.
Jiang Zhi scanned everyone and felt immensely satisfied.
He reminisced about when he first returned to the Daoist Sect and met Chu Huaixu, feeling tormented every day, vexed to death.
"Now, it’s their turn to be vexed!"
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About an incense stick’s time later, it was the second match of the day.
True Disciple Xu Ziqing, versus Qin Xuexiao, Heir of Prince Rui.
Another world protagonist versus world protagonist!
Chu Huaixu stood among the Daoist Sect’s ranks, observing the match.
What piqued his curiosity was: "What will Qin Xuexiao and the Ancestor Emperor use to resist the Evil Qi of the Bronze Sword?"
He now realized that there was still a difference between Evil Qi and the Evil Pill.
The Evil Pill feels like the upgraded version refined by "Dao Generating One," stronger in devouring power and of higher person.
Evil Qi has a so-called "saturation point."
Simply put, when it eats too much, it can’t continue absorbing.
You strike a powerful Sword Qi, and a few strands of Evil Qi might get saturated and thus temporarily useless.
"The Evil Pill should have its limit of absorption as well, but its limit remains undiscovered," mused Chu Huaixu.
As the supreme existence after the Dao Ancestor’s demise, not even the Ancestor Emperor at his peak could challenge it.
"It’s second only to the Dao Ancestor, a key setting in ’Borrowed Sword,’" thought Chu Huaixu.
Even now, with only three restrictions lifted, it is absolutely beyond Qin Xuexiao’s capability to handle.
Even with the Ancestor Emperor’s help, and despite the devouring limit of the Evil Qi, this problem is hard to solve.
Because the total amount of Evil Qi contained in the sword is terrifyingly vast.
Without "Dao Generating One’s" assistance back then, Chu Huaixu also would find this issue vexing.
With this thought, a sudden inspiration struck his mind.
"Hey! I wonder... can the Evil Pill devour Evil Qi?"
Suddenly, he thought, maybe it could!
"After Xiaoxu finishes today, let’s go back and try it." He suddenly got an experimental idea.
On the arena, the match had officially begun.
Xu Ziqing immediately employed his Body Refining Divine Techniques.
Qin Xuexiao did not dare to be careless, activating "Divine Presence."
The giant sword box on the youth’s back was gently tapped by him and opened instantly.
An unsightly Bronze Sword revealed itself, held in his left hand.
With the sword in hand, the youth did not hesitate, swinging the sword first thing.
Though cultivated to the Third Realm and possessing his Body Refining Divine Techniques, wielding the Bronze Sword with three restrictions lifted still posed a great burden.
If he did not swing immediately, he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long.
The backlash from "Six Out of Seven," and the cost of wielding the Bronze Sword, rendered his left arm ruined in an instant.
The audience below could clearly see how Xu Ziqing’s swing of this sword was pushed to the limit and accomplished with great difficulty.
However, the Sword Qi unleashed bore an overwhelming force as if it would slice the arena in half!
The terrifying aura transformed into a gust, making it hard for onlookers to stand firm.
Qin Xuexiao wielded a long spear, activating his Pseudo Realm spear heart, but still struggled to fend it off!
He even thought, if the other’s cultivation was also Third Realm Great Perfection, he might be severely injured by this very strike.
The Heir of Prince Rui stepped back several steps, using the long spear to support himself, barely managing to stabilize.
The Martial Arts Arena erupted in a flurry of discussions.
"This sword is truly bizarre!"
"What kind of Lifebound Magical Treasure is this?"
"It looks like he can’t fully control it; is it really his Lifebound Object?"
"This sword is so ugly, yet its power is immense, it feels quite sinister!"
Many great cultivators seated in the stands couldn’t help but glance towards Jiang Zhi and the others.
These people certainly understood what Xu Ziqing held in his hand.
The Daoist Ancestor Sword on Hidden Spirit Mountain, for the first time in a millennium, was brought down the mountain!
But the scene before them was undoubtedly the main event they wanted to witness.
"This sword was left by the Daoist Ancestor for the great calamity of heaven and earth; its power should not be just this!"
All these great cultivators focused their gaze on Xu Ziqing’s right hand.
Yet the young man still didn’t use his right hand to hold the sword, instead, stubbornly, used his left hand to forcibly swing another sword.
No way, the whole family, all are stubborn by nature.
Instantly, Xiaoxu’s left arm’s bone cracked and shattered completely.
Blood and flesh burst with gashes, as if torn from inside out, blood gushing out, several of the cuts were deep enough to see the bone!
His wrist and fingers were even worse.
This hand, this arm, at this moment was already ruined!
But consider this, Xu Ziqing is a very simple young man.
He naturally also respected Steward Niu.
He didn’t know the truth.
He only knew that Steward Niu was forced to death in public.
Furthermore, the person in front of him even insinuated that his senior brother was a spy!
This was nothing less than touching Xu Ziqing’s reverse scale!
To him, no one in the world was allowed to insult his senior brother, no one!!
The young man didn’t even bother to look at Qin Xuexiao, nor did he care how he received this sword.
After swinging this sword, his left-hand sword was at its limit.
A rare trace of indifference appeared on Xiaoxu’s face.
That day, he almost wanted to rush onto the platform and tear apart Qin Xuexiao’s mouth that casually slandered others.
"Today, let him pay the price!"
Xu Ziqing, with a cold face, extended his right hand.
The restriction array in the palm began to emit light.
His right hand’s five fingers grasped the sword hilt firmly, lifting the Bronze Sword lightly as if it weighed nothing.
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Below the arena, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang stood side by side.
"The Evil Sword... has finally reappeared." He thought to himself.
He was curious, what improvements did the Bronze Sword have after unlocking three restrictions?
A familiar feeling began to spread gradually.
"This is spiritual pressure."
During his previous two climbs up Hidden Spirit Mountain, the Bronze Sword had used this thing to torment him, trying to force him to kneel and submit.
As the spiritual pressure emerged, Chu Huaixu noticed the small black sword in his sea of consciousness tremble faintly.
It seemed to suddenly come alive!
A surging fighting spirit began to grow.
This even made Chu Huaixu feel somewhat amused.
"Today is not our fight with it."
"Are you so influenced just by watching from below?"
He and the Bronze Sword were mutually disdainful, as was the Heart Sword.
On the arena stage, the delicate young man lowered his head slightly, his eyes closed.
On the blade, wisps of black energy began to form.
People below the stage couldn’t help but whisper, "How can a spirit sword in the hands of a true disciple of a famous Daoist sect emit black energy!"
Listening to this, Chu Huaixu couldn’t help but recall that phrase: Senior Brother, why is your Human Sovereign Banner emitting black smoke!
There was no choice; this was an Evil Sword!
If people knew that what Xiaoxu held was the legendary Daoist Ancestor Sword, they would be even more shocked!
A terrifying aura spread from the Bronze Sword and the young man’s body to the surroundings.
Qin Xuexiao wouldn’t just stand there idly; of course, he was making his moves, seizing the chance to attack the young man.
At such a moment, not making a move, should he just stand aside and admire his "transformation"?
However, all his methods were swallowed up by a strange power when approaching Xu Ziqing.
The delicate young man, with his eyes closed, also began to slowly float in mid-air.
The black energy on the sword body grew denser and then dark blue currents began to intertwine.
Qin Xuexiao looked up, watching the young man float up, higher than his head.
Oddly, the face was the same, but the impression it gave was that the young man’s appearance seemed to have changed!
Then, "Xu Ziqing" slowly opened his eyes.
Obviously, unlocking the triple restriction made it different from before.
In the previous East Continent competition, after Xiaoxu held the sword with his right hand, he had never opened his eyes.
At this moment, in those dark pupils, black and dark blue currents seemed to interweave and diffuse!
They roamed within his pupils.
In "Xu Ziqing’s" eyes, there was endless contempt and disdain.
Facing his gaze, Qin Xuexiao couldn’t help but avert his eyes.
He felt a strange sensation.
As if under these eyes, he had nowhere to hide!
Or perhaps, "Xu Ziqing" wasn’t even looking at him.
Qin Xuexiao felt that the other party was staring at the Emperor’s Divine Thought inside him, staring at those four strands of divine thought!
As for him, he was directly ignored.
"Xu Ziqing" just held the Evil Sword, floating mid-air.
He looked down upon the Emperor’s Divine Thought, his gaze filled with unabashed disdain.
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