Chapter 1554: This Time the Face Is Truly Smashed
Chapter 1554: Chapter 1554: This Time the Face Is Truly Smashed
"Indeed! Jian Wuchen, don’t presume just because you defeated me with one sword, your strength truly surpasses mine. My Thousand Illusion Demon Suppressing Formation, you have yet to truly witness it." Ao Fangchen finished speaking, and several array formation magical artifacts appeared in his hand.
As his hand gestures moved, the magical artifacts suddenly emitted strange lights, enveloping him within.
"Thousand Illusion, Suppress Demon!" Ao Fangchen slashed out with his sword, and as it shot through the strange light of the artifacts, it transformed into a thousand sword shadows, with power doubled compared to his previous strike.
He had come to Holy Sword Peak originally to seek justice for Han Yutang, but being defeated by Jian Wuchen with one sword made his reputation sweep the ground, feeling years of fame destroyed in an instant. This strike was not just to seek justice for Han Yutang but also to vindicate his name as a Divine Elder, naturally holding nothing back, even employing his most hidden skills.
What a powerful array! Mu Hanyan now realized that this Thousand Illusion Demon Suppressing Array not only had the ability to restrain but also directly augment the power within the sword, akin to their Five Great Magical Instruments. It seemed that last time Han Yutang had not displayed the full might of this array, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to break through easily.
"Sword Dao, Dustless!" Jian Wuchen’s expression became exceedingly grave as he slashed out again.
"Swish!" That sacred sword intent spread out once more, pure without any impurity.
But this time, he could not break Ao Fangchen’s sword light with one strike. The two beams of sword light met halfway and were locked in a stalemate, like two gray dragons fiercely contending.
It’s no wonder, though Jian Wuchen had outstanding natural talent and was one of the two Saints most likely to become Holy Master, he had wasted a millennium, whereas Ao Fangchen had not ceased his diligent cultivation over the same period, with most of his effort focused on the Thousand Illusion Demon Suppressing Array.
Putting everything on the line genuinely, Jian Wuchen wanting to defeat him would not be easy.
Two beams of sword light remained condensed, crashing out blinding sword rays, yet neither prevailed over the other.
However, Jian Wuchen’s Dustless Sword Path was derived from the sword soul insight left on the Holy Court Continent by an unparalleled expert, something Ao Fangchen couldn’t compare to. As time passed, Ao Fangchen’s power-augmented sword light still gradually faded. Clearly, if they continued to stalemate like this, Ao Fangchen was bound to lose.
"Unexpectedly, turns out Elder Wuchen’s cultivation is terrifying."
"I used to hear that he almost took the position of Holy Master, and I didn’t believe it, only now realizing he truly has that kind of strength."
"Elder Ao was too arrogant; he didn’t consider if Elder Wuchen hadn’t been injured, how could he have his current reputation and status?"
"Indeed, knowing Elder Wuchen’s injuries had healed, yet still acting; isn’t that bringing disgrace upon himself? Pity such lifelong fame soon to be destroyed." Holy Court disciples below the peak were not lacking in eye power and discussed among themselves upon this sight.
They actually felt more sympathy for Ao Fangchen, but their words were too blunt, like resounding slaps heavy on his face.
Ao Fangchen’s old face was red as a pig’s liver, nearly spitting old blood.
"Elder Ao, it’s merely a minor feud between juniors; why not let them resolve it themselves, and we each withdraw?" Jian Wuchen didn’t want Ao Fangchen’s lifelong fame to be destroyed, and spoke again.
"Jian Wuchen, do you truly believe you’ve utterly won against the old man?" Jian Wuchen had intended well, but Ao Fangchen hearing it was a tremendous humiliation, shouted in anger and shame.
Simultaneously, his longsword emitted a buzzing sound, over a thousand sword lights materialized, flashing with the distinctive glow of array runes, like a huge sword net, flying towards Han Yan and the others.
"Ao Fangchen, are you mad?" Jian Wuchen shouted in shock.
Although Ao Fangchen separated half of his sword power with this strike, no longer able to contend with Jian Wuchen’s Dustless Sword Path, the remaining half sword power was still overwhelmingly powerful for Han Yan and the others.
Most importantly, those thousand sword lights weren’t solely targeting Han Yan; dozens of Descendant of Divine Guardian were also covered within.
Doesn’t he realize what these Descendant of Divine Guardian mean to the Holy Court Continent? Doing this, what difference is there from being insane?
"Elder Ao, stop!" Jin Qisheng was also stunned, shouting while striking his palm towards the thousands of sword lights.
But he was renowned for his medical skills, his own strength not particularly strong, how could he block Ao Fangchen’s strike? Only hearing a muffled sound, Jin Qisheng was sent flying by the sword light.
The Holy Court disciples below the peak were also dumbstruck, unable to expect Ao Fangchen would go to such madness.
Han Yan and the others’ faces changed drastically; compared to others, they more acutely felt the frightfulness of Ao Fangchen’s strike, one they could hardly withstand. Moreover, under the array’s restrained aura, they couldn’t even escape.
"Thousand Break, Array Destruction!" In the crucial moment, a clear and cold shout suddenly sounded.
"Lan Feng!" Han Yan turned around in surprise.
Ye Lanfeng’s dignified and unrestrained figure swept in like a meteor, with the Thousand-breaking Sword shining brilliantly, stabbing straight at Ao Fangchen’s Thousand Illusion Sword Light.
"Crack!" The sword light filled with runes shattered abruptly, sounding like crystal breaking.
Compared to last time in Anyun City against Tian Annan, Ye Lanfeng’s Breaking Formation Sword was obviously more powerful.
Even though Ye Lanfeng was much younger than Ao Fangchen and couldn’t match his millennia of cultivation experience, Ao Fangchen at this moment divided his sword into two, effectively having two opponents, one being the Saint most hopeful to inherit the Holy Master’s position a thousand years ago, the other the most hopeful in a thousand years ahead; their strength needn’t be mentioned.
The more crucial point was, Ye Lanfeng was executing the Thousand-breaking Sword’s Breaking Formation Sword, particularly restraining Ao Fangchen’s Thousand Illusion Demon Suppression.
Sensing unfavorable circumstances, Ao Fangchen rapidly cast sword and array techniques, yet couldn’t stop Ye Lanfeng’s divine sword intent from Thousand Break Array Destruction.
As Ao Fangchen’s Thousand Illusion Sword Light shattered like soap bubbles one after another, Ye Lanfeng’s sword light swept past his chest, bringing forth a spray of blood. "Ye Lanfeng, it’s you!" Though it seems lengthy, from Ye Lanfeng’s appearance to breaking the sword array, and then injuring Ao Fangchen with one sword, it was all within a blink, until now Ao Fangchen recognized the arrival.
Ye Lanfeng’s strike wasn’t heavy; with Ao Fangchen’s strength, he didn’t even need an elixir for immediate recovery, but the strike wounded not his body but his pride and accumulated dignity over a millennium. Watching Ye Lanfeng, Ao Fangchen’s eyes almost spat fire.
"Elder Ao, excuse me." Ye Lanfeng spoke without arrogance or inferiority.