Chapter 464 - 215: A Critical Moment, Lin Ye Arrives
Chapter 464: Chapter 215: A Critical Moment, Lin Ye Arrives
The beam of sword light wasn’t massive. It was almost delicate, yet condensed to the extreme, as if capable of severing time and space itself!
Wherever the sword light passed, the air warped with ripples visible to the naked eye.
The dozens of Curse Bone Race chieftains charging at the forefront below didn’t even have time to scream. The instant they touched the beam of light, their bodies were bisected and disintegrated into ash, as if they were simply erased!
And this was only the beginning.
Its momentum undiminished, the beam of sword light swept across and sliced directly into the wall of the distant, seemingly indestructible sacrificial hall!
BOOM—!!!
A deafening roar, accompanied by a violent explosion, echoed throughout the entire canyon.
With that single strike, half of the grand sacrificial hall—along with the countless Curse Bone Race members inside—was sheared clean off!
A massive, mirror-smooth cross-section appeared before everyone’s eyes.
Inside the Firewood Martial Hall’s branch conference room, a deathly silence fell.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the screen, their minds going blank as they watched the grand hall that had been split open by a single sword strike.
"What a terrifying... sword strike!"
"Isn’t Zhang Daoming a Telekinesis user? How is his Swordsmanship... also this terrifying!"
"The power of this strike... it’s already beyond the scope of the Divine Realm, isn’t it!"
A smile played on Xiao Yuanshan’s lips.
A hint of admiration flashed in Lv Yongze’s eyes.
"The Zhang Family of Ninghai truly lives up to its reputation."
"Compared to Zhang Daoxuan, Zhang Daoming’s Swordsmanship better fits my impression of this ancient family that cultivates the Sword Dao alongside other paths."
"It seems he never abandoned his sword training on account of his Martial Arts Spirituality."
"Instead, he gave equal importance to both."
"He uses Telekinesis to temper his sword heart and his sword heart to command his Telekinesis. The two have merged into one, and they truly complement each other perfectly!"
His words surprised the members of the Kunlun Martial Hall.
They had assumed that although Zhang Daoming was strong, he was ultimately just a Telekinesis user who specialized in Spiritual Power.
But who could have imagined that when he held the sword himself, he would be even more terrifying than when he wielded it with Telekinesis!
However, before anyone could recover from the shock of Zhang Daoming’s attack, the scene that unfolded next left them breathless!
Akayle, seated on the Bone Throne, didn’t even lift an eyelid.
It simply raised its right hand—a bone claw as smooth and lustrous as jade—and pointed casually in Zhang Daoming’s direction.
There was no sound, no flash of light, no fluctuation of energy.
But Zhang Daoming’s expression changed drastically!
He didn’t even have time to think; his body, acting on pure combat instinct, dodged to the side with everything he had!
SPLAT!
A spray of blood burst forth in mid-air.
Zhang Daoming let out a muffled groan, his evasive maneuver cut short. A gruesome, bloody hole had appeared on his right shoulder, piercing straight through from front to back!
Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing half his body red.
Upon the throne, Akayle finally raised its head, looking down on the injured Zhang Daoming with an expression of absolute contempt for all life.
"You have no idea..."
"...what true... power is."
This scene plunged the conference room into pin-drop silence once more!
A moment later, a calm voice broke the silence.
"That’s... Telekinesis."
Lv Yongze’s expression was unprecedentedly grave.
"It’s just a higher level of Telekinesis."
"Perhaps before this King of Ten Thousand Curses fell and became one of the Curse Bone Race, it also possessed a similar Martial Arts Spirituality."
"In any case, its Telekinesis is on a higher level than Zhang Daoming’s. The outcome of this battle is now hard to predict."
As everyone watched in shock, several powerful auras emerged from all directions within the Great Hall of the Dead Soul.
They were the referees stationed in the maze by the two Martial Halls as a precaution.
After confirming Zhang Daoming’s injury, the referees all began to speak.
"Zhang Daoming! This isn’t right! Forfeit now!"
"You’re no match for it! Live to fight another day!"
However, Akayle, still on its throne, seemed to grow impatient with these newly arrived flies.
It merely gave the referees a casual glance.
The next moment, the referees—who had just arrived on the battlefield and hadn’t even had a chance to intervene—let out a collective groan as clouds of blood mist erupted from their bodies without warning!
To Akayle, there was no Martial Hall competition.
There were only noisy humans.
And yet, its casual strike was already terrifying beyond belief!
A blue light flashed from within the group.
It was one of the referees, activating the Space-Folding Device in his hand.
A chill ran down the spines of the others.
Although they were referees and had all reached the Divine Realm, so had Zhang Daoming.
In fact, his true strength was even greater than that of some of the referees.
But he was still no match for Akayle!
Faced with such an incomprehensible method of attack and an unfathomable enemy, preserving their own lives was the top priority.
However, something bizarre happened.
The ball of blue light flickered a few times, then slowly dissipated.
The man remained where he stood; the spatial teleportation had failed!
"Here..."
"...is not a place you can come and go as you please."
Akayle’s cold, mocking voice drifted through the air.
Despair began to spread through everyone’s hearts.
But at this very moment, the severely injured Zhang Daoming, as if he knew neither pain nor fear...
...seized the moment Akayle’s attention was diverted to the others. A terrifying light erupted in his eyes.
Ignoring the wound on his shoulder, he transformed into a bolt of purple lightning, moving at a speed that surpassed his limits, and instantly appeared before the Bone Throne!