Chapter 486 - 414: Flying Sword
Chapter 486: Chapter 414: Flying Sword
In the wilderness.
The world seemed to darken.
Wherever the Qiankun Ruyi Staff passed, it felt as if space itself was about to collapse from the force.
The curvy woman in the white dress watched as Chen Li’s god-like, demonic figure was reflected in her eyes, her gaze instantly flooded with horror and disbelief.
’This aura... it’s terrifying. This is definitely not the Guiyuan realm!’
’Dharma Aspect?!’
’He was hiding his true power this whole time?!’
She could never have imagined that the opponent she had just fought to a standstill in town—who had even seemed at a slight disadvantage—would now erupt with such terrifying power.
But in that split second, she had no time to think.
Facing life and death, she let out a piercing shriek, pouring her entire life’s Cultivation—along with all her shock, rage, and indignation—into the Longsword in her hand.
Intricate cyan cloud patterns on the blade suddenly flared with a blinding light.
A cyan Sword Gang shot skyward, fearlessly meeting the descending shadow of the black staff.
CLANG...!
The sword and staff collided.
There was no stalemate as expected, no earth-shattering explosion.
Only the crisp sound of shattering metal and a choked, miserable grunt.
CRACK!
Under the overwhelming force of the Qiankun Ruyi Staff, the Longsword in her hand shattered inch by inch like rotten wood.
Then, an indescribably vast force traveled up the broken blade and slammed into her.
SPURT...!
As if struck by lightning, the curvy woman in the white dress was sent flying backward like a kite with a severed string. Blood sprayed from her lips, tracing a scarlet arc through the air.
The bamboo hat and white scarf on her head were ripped to shreds by the violent Qi Strength, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. She looked to be about thirty, with a cold, fair complexion now contorted in horror and pain.
Blood stained the front of her white dress, a shocking splash of crimson.
A single blow!
Weapon shattered, body broken. A complete and utter defeat.
Chen Li had crushed his opponent with one blow, but his movements didn’t falter for even a second.
He took a single step, as if using Shrinking Inches, and instantly appeared above the woman’s flying form. The Qiankun Ruyi Staff became a dense curtain of shadows, sealing off all avenues of escape as it descended upon her.
Though heavily injured and still in mid-air, the curvy woman reacted with astonishing speed.
Forcing together a wisp of her dissipating Primordial Qi, she swiped her left hand at her waist. A crystal-clear Short Sword, just over a foot long, appeared in her grasp, and she raised it to block the Qiankun Ruyi Staff just in the nick of time.
CLANG!
With another crisp clang, the Short Sword was knocked from her hand by the immense force.
The curvy woman spat out another mouthful of blood, her face growing a shade paler. The webbing of her left hand, which had held the sword, had burst open and was now dripping with blood.
She knew her physical body couldn’t take much more. A flicker of grim resolve flashed in her eyes.
BUZZ!
A blinding point of white light suddenly flared between the curvy woman’s brows.
The next moment, a Primordial Spirit, identical to her in appearance and shrouded in a hazy white glow, shot out from her Divine Hall Acupoint.
The moment it was free, the Primordial Spirit didn’t hesitate. Without even a glance at the mortal peril its physical body was in, it transformed into a white streak of light and shot back toward Jiangkou County Town.
"Think you can escape?"
Chen Li chuckled.
The Qiankun Ruyi Staff in his hand continued its descent, striking her physical body’s vital points to completely immobilize it.
At the same time, a faint golden light flashed above his head.
Primordial Spirit Emergence.
His golden Primordial Spirit took a single step, pursuing the frantically fleeing white Primordial Spirit.
It moved so fast it was like teleportation, and the distance between them closed rapidly.
One gold, one white. The two Primordial Spirits covered miles in an instant.
Up ahead, the tall woman in the white dress was doing her best to catch up.
Her Cultivation was weaker, and she had sustained internal injuries, so she was naturally much slower.
She didn’t yet understand what was happening up ahead. All she could see were two heart-stopping blurs of light—one gold, one white—hurtling toward her at terrifying speed, one in pursuit of the other.
"Qingxuan! Go! Get out of here! Run!!!"
Just as she froze in a daze, the familiar voice exploded in her mind.
’It’s my Martial Aunt!’
The tall woman trembled. She looked up just in time to see her Martial Aunt’s Primordial Spirit suddenly veer off, trying to lead the pursuer away in another direction.
But before the tall woman could react.
The golden Primordial Spirit pointed a finger at her.
From its fingertip, a beam of energy so dark it seemed to swallow all light and life descended upon her in silence.
The Silent Extinction Finger.
The tall woman didn’t even have time to react before her vision went black. She lost consciousness and collapsed.
"Qingxuan!"
Sensing the disturbance behind it, the white Primordial Spirit froze. It turned to see its niece collapsed on the ground, her fate uncertain. A furious, horrified shriek tore from it, causing the light of its Primordial Spirit to flicker violently.
"I’ll kill you!"
In her despair and rage, she let out a piercing shriek.
Knowing she wouldn’t escape alive, a primal ferocity was awakened within her.
Its Primordial Spirit flared, and a small Jade Sword materialized out of thin air. It was entirely cyan, about a foot long, with an ancient, simple design that radiated a vast, archaic aura.
The moment the cyan Jade Sword appeared, it began to hum and vibrate, radiating a peerless Sword Intent that felt sharp enough to slice through the void itself.
It wasn’t held in her Primordial Spirit’s hand, but was controlled telekinetically. It transformed into a streak of cyan light and shot toward Chen Li’s Primordial Spirit.
Its speed and power far surpassed any of her previous attacks.
’A Flying Sword? A Divine Artifact?!’
The eyes of Chen Li’s Primordial Spirit narrowed.
The aura of the cyan Jade Sword sent a tremor through his own Primordial Spirit.
"Perfect timing."
Instead of alarm, Chen Li’s Primordial Spirit felt a thrill of delight. Its right hand clenched the empty air, and the Qiankun Ruyi Staff appeared in its grasp.
CLANG...!!!
The cyan Flying Sword slammed into the Qiankun Ruyi Staff.
There was no earth-shattering boom, only a silent—and far more terrifying—shockwave of spiritual energy that erupted outward.