Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Not only was he rusty, but he was like a 3-year-old kid who was waving a giant hammer.
Its strength was too huge, even making him terrified, unable to follow what he wanted.
Trying to get a hang of it during an important situation couldn’t work. He thought he could control it effortlessly, but it was different from his martial path.
He changed his mind. Just as he was about to move this “strength” of the country away and spread it out to show his strength, for some reason, it had consolidated into a small area. He only heard a cracking sound, to see the bones in Zong Shi’s legs breaking once more. This time, it broke off, the point spreading, revealing white bones, sending a chill down one’s spine.
Zong Shi instantly spat fresh blood out, spitting out pieces of his internal organs. He only felt that his organs were smashed into meat paste by this unstoppable strength.
He had finally awakened, this wasn’t a dream! This was something that couldn’t be any more real. All around his body he felt intense pain, unable to raise any true qi.
He wanted to cry but no tears came out, not knowing what to do. The kid in front of him should be someone he killed instantly, but now he was like an ancient beast suddenly baring its fangs.
…this was only the tip of the iceberg and it had caused him heavy injuries.
He originally thought that he, as a 20-year-old xiantian, should be the top talent in a Gantian Mountian after Zong Yuan. With the identity of sky fox direct bloodline, no one could compare to him.
Compared to this Zong Shou, it was like comparing heaven to earth. The Monster king position should be in the bag.
However, at this moment, his sense of superiority had collapsed, totally disappearing. All that was left was fear and panic.
Before this, he could keep calm because he thought that this situation was under his control. But at this moment, it was clear that from the start he had lost. As such, he was unable to be composed, unable to keep himself calm.
To grasp the strength of the country, one at least had to be a martial ancestor realm, comprehending the strength of the martial path to a certain degree.
And to be like Zong Shou to try to control it, unless one was a Xuanwu ancestor, one wouldn’t be able to do so!
How strong was this Zong Shou?
… was he 7 meridian or 8 meridian of earth chakra?
This change in the center of the altar happened in just a few breaths. On this Gantian mountain peak, it was still in the midst of an intense battle. However be it on or off the altar, many shocked gazes looked towards Zong Shou and Zong Shi.
This change was too unexpected. Which caused the anger and worry, even heart pained look in some of the eyes to have yet to fade.
Ling Fakong clenched his hands and stepped forwards. This scene was something he totally couldn’t believe.
How did Zong Shi lose, why did he kneel? How did he lose to that vicious but useless prince?
If it wasn’t for Zong Shi looking hurt, anything below his knee broken, he would have thought that the people on the altar were acting.
He thought of one possibility, causing his heart to sink and a chill to enter his bones.
Had the ruler and the prince been hiding his true abilities from the start? What dual meridian body that couldn’t cultivate? Was it all to hide from everyone?
Was the prince a martial path genius, an absolute top talent?
And Zong Rui And Zong He, their faces still kept the smile from before, however it started to solidify.
They were all filled with doubt, unsure why after Zong Shi stab our that Zong Shou would be unharmed. How was Zong Shi the one kneeling on the ground?
How was he so hurt that his leg and knees were broken? He was spitting blood, even his organs suffered heavy injuries?
Was there a hidden expert here that was hiding above on the altar?
Wuye Zhenren’s flying leaf sword formation couldn’t help but halt. Just that short moment of weakness let Qiu Wei charge several feet.
And Xue Moyan’s eyes constricted. He instantly understood that just now it wasn’t that Zong Shi was playing a fool but that his sword really couldn’t stab out.
He took a close look at Zong Shou, and his heart was startled, the energy around him instantly went berserk. “It’s sword strength! He’s using the strength of a country to gather in his body and form sword strength. Is this a king path technique?”
Zong Shou smiled but didn’t reply. He used all his strength to try to control this huge power.
In the last life, he had seen many things. The emperor race secret techniques of many countries of the cloud world. He had some rough research into this king path techniques.
But at this moment, he was still unable to get into the state.
Just as he was feeling a little depressed, a spiritual life flashed across. It was easy to gather the strength of a country, however, he was unable to use it freely. Was it because he thought about it in a complicated manner, and had to do with that bright yellow energy?
Zong Shou’s eyes lit up and decisively used that nine qilin sword to replace his body to activate sword strength. As expected, it made it much easier.
He used the one energy sword and this second soul as a medium. Although it was still a little difficult, it wasn’t like before. That kind of feeling of using a small strength to wave a thousand-kilogram hammer could barely be controlled to control it was gone.
He was silently testing about and grasping the king path techniques, whilst Xue Moyan’s gaze was changing. His face turned green and white many times, “To be able to merge martial intent into the strength of a country, are you a Xuanwu ancestor? No, that’s impossible! You are using a xiantian body and grasp the extreme of sword strength!”
Zong Shou’s brows raised in shock, this Xue Moyan’s perception was not bad. He had guessed the truth of the whole thing.
In the next instant, a vast and unstoppable sword strength rose up from within the sword sheath of the nine qilin sword.
The blooming cereus in the soul ocean whirlpool had now totally opened.
Coincidentally, at this moment, a Xuanwu ancestor was swiftly galloping towards where he stood. There were 2 ten feet long spears, like a venomous snake going Out of its cave, the spear images intersecting. In an instant, numerous spear flowers bloomed, and just the energy itself was going to break Zong Shou’s weak body.
Zong Shou’s brows raised, not bothering to look carefully before he shouted, “out of sheath!”
A gold sword light rose up in the air. It was an ancient treasure, a spiritual weapon that could store king energy.
At this moment, Zong Shou’s sword strength formed, leading the strength of a country within. Instantly, a strong strength covered the entire area!
At that moment, it was like the entire Gantian Mountain City was concentrated in that few hundred feet.
The sword light flashed. Then, they heard a loud explosion as that sky full of spear attacks were broken.
Using an attack to face an attack, going head-on. The vast sword strength with a crushing attack broke apart those 2 spears which were grade 3 spiritual artifact level and was made of various rare metals.
Even the hand of that Xuanwu ancestor was slightly trembling. Blood seeped from his mouth as his body retreated frantically.
Then, the sword light pierced and cut off that Xuanwu ancestor’s head.
Xue Moyan took that illusionary heart mirror to shine towards Zong Shou.
But he saw Zong Shou show no reaction to the shine of his mirror. A pair of Phoenix eyes became crescent-shaped as he laughed at him.
Xue Moyan’s heart was instantly startled. When he looked at that Daoming Sect Xuanwu ancestor being killed in one shot by that flying sword with no power to return. His low voice changed to become high with shock, “Driving the sword into the air. Are you a night wandering spirit master?”
When his words landed, he didn’t speak anymore and didn’t try to test Zong Shou’s strength. The mirror shone once more before his body turned illusionary. In an instant, he had disappeared.
One could only feel 10 breaths of energy looking undistinct as it tried to flee towards the outside of the altar. It didn’t move towards the mountain, but using a spiritual artifact, it flew into the air.
Zong Shou wasn’t anxious at all. It was okay if these people didn’t show themselves, but since they did, they were destined to be unable to escape from his sword.
Gathering the power of a city and country, his current strength was 2 times stronger than those peak Xuanwu ancestors!
If these stray cats and dogs could escape from him, then how could he have the right to be called the sword emperor?
Although Xue Moyan used that mirror to split up 10 similar energies to fly all around, his true body was locked down by him from the start.
The nine qilin sword followed his intent as it spun, suddenly falling and landing in his hand. Then, the sword glow shone once more, a 3 thousand feet long sword energy slashed into the air towards the north, instantly cutting down!
A loud “keng” was heard and the image in the distance was chaotic. When that sword glow dropped down, his spiritual energy had surged.
Xue Moyan’s body suddenly appeared. However, he was looking extremely bad. His hair was disheveled. The long knife made of white jade in his hand was actually in pieces. Only the handle was left in his hand. Then, he gave up on escaping, laughing out.
“Mountain and river sword intent? You injected strength into the sword. You’re sword path one with the spirit? The dual meridian trash that was unable to cultivate in the rumors is a xiantian initial meridian, night wandering realm! Zong Weiran, I am unwilling to lose!”
When Zong Shou heard that, he shook his head and sighed, “Congratulations for guessing it, but unfortunately, you have no prize. Your illusionary heart mirror is not bad. Why don’t you leave it for me to play with it?”
The sword light turned illusionary as it slew diagonally down. Everywhere that vast sword energy passed, blood spurted out. The sword attack brought with it millions of kilograms of power, smashing this Xue Moyan’s body into pieces!
Only an ancient copper mirror was left unharmed. Zong Shou used true qi to call out to it, directly entering his arms.
When the sky full of blood rain landed on the altar, everyone was silent. Even the sound of weapons clashing stopped.
Even if he had been through numerous wars and his heart had been trained such that they were shocked by nothing, but the old priest Zong Ling didn’t know what kind of attitude he should use to face this series of changes
