Chapter 464: Chapter 462: Returning to Origin Sword Embryo

“Die!”

Without achieving any result with his strike, Wei Lang let out a thunderous shout, raising the Demon-shattering Blade in his hand, slicing through the long sky with the momentum of a mountain collapse, charging forward.

“Hmph!”

Chi Zhonglin couldn’t help but let out a cold snort, similarly raising the Profound Black Heavy Sword in his hand.

Clang!

Clang clang!

Clang clang clang!

Soon, amidst the swirling dust dancing in the sky, arose a dense sound of metallic collisions, almost without a pause.

Within a few breaths, the two had exchanged countless strikes, instantly entering into a life-and-death combat.

The dazzling blade lights and sword shadows, along with the fierce energy, tore numerous blade marks and rifts around them.

“Hahaha, as expected of a King’s Weapon, allowing a martial artist at the Yin Yang Realm to possess the ability to battle against Old Chi, and not falling behind at all.”

Bian Yingjie was slightly surprised, but more so was an expression of ardent excitement.

With his eye power, it was clear to see that in the midst of the dust, Wei Lang, holding the Demon-shattering Blade, was fighting evenly with Chi Zhonglin, even gaining an upper hand.

This was a gap of an entire realm, not everyone is as monstrous as Junior Brother Zhong Lin, thus showing the power of the King’s Weapon, making it possible to challenge beyond one’s level.

“Senior Brother Bian, you should make a move as well, I feel something is amiss,” Zhong Lin suddenly voiced.

“Alright.”

Bian Yingjie’s eyes widened, stepping forward, his shadow suddenly teleported into the battleground, spear in hand, thrusting straight at the apex of Wei Lang’s head.

Wei Lang naturally sensed the terrifying killing intent coming from above, his eyes instantly turned blood-red, nearly identical to the fierce beast’s eyes on the handle of his Demon-shattering Blade.

“Demon-Slaying Eight Saber Strokes, Mountain Collapse.”

Rumble!

The sound of the blade echoed repeatedly, where the blade’s light passed, large swathes of milky white energy masses compressed and exploded continuously, an imposing blade momentum soared to the sky, startling and heart-stopping, resembling a hidden dragon ascending to the heavens.

The Mountain Collapse of the Demon-Slaying Eight Saber Strokes took the meaning of collapsing mountains and shattering stones, the power of the blade was furious and endless, sharp and fierce, containing the might of crumbling mountains and cutting jade, slicing rocks and splitting ravines.

Clang!

A violent roar ensued, followed by an endless flow of vital energy erupting from the center of their battle, turning everything in its path into dust, even Bian Yingjie and Chi Zhonglin were thrown into the air,

“Now’s the time.”

Suddenly, Zhong Lin’s figure made a sudden move.

Step forward!

Throw a punch!

Rumble!

Seizing a gap in Wei Lang’s spiritual origin, Zhong Lin suddenly attacked, the fierceness of this punch was overwhelming, unleashing the full power of his body, the thick spiritual origin within the Golden Core, with tenfold perfected Fist Intent, executed with the Nirvana Death Power from the last incarnation of the “Azure Dragon Eight Forms”.

Amidst the ripples layering outwards, Zhong Lin’s figure seemed to vanish, all that could be seen was the terrifying Fist Intent covering the sky, shaking space, pressing down, along with the omnipresent darkness and death power.

This punch violently trembled the space around Wei Lang, sealing off the void, leaving him with no escape, he could only confront it head-on.

“I won’t die! No, ah…”

Wei Lang stomped fiercely, the muscles on his body knotted like wild dragons, seeming to reveal the flow of blood under his skin.

With a series of crackling bone noises, his body suddenly expanded, a massive swirl of Qi-Blood rose like the eye of a hurricane.

The earlier two strikes had nearly exhausted all his spiritual origin, and Zhong Lin caught him at the moment his old power had faded and new power was still unformed, attempting a one-hit kill.

Wei Lang, too, was a ruthless figure, forcibly driving a secret technique in a life-and-death crisis, relying on sheer physical strength to swing his blade each time.

Swoosh!

Sword Qi flowed from Wei Lang’s body like a great river, its roar like rolling thunder, streaks of chaotic silver-white Sword Qi cutting through the sky.

Rumble!

A punch and a blade fiercely collided.

In front of Zhong Lin’s Fist Seal, layers of transparent ripples rose, with terrifying thunderstorm-like sonic booms spreading in all directions.

The world suddenly dimmed, all the Sword Qi in the sky was blasted apart by a powerful force, the world was momentarily silent.

Whoosh!

The dissipated Sword Qi roared, carving countless deep, bottomless blade marks into the surrounding ground.

In the void, Zhong Lin swiftly flicked his Sword Finger, a semi-transparent sword shadow suddenly shot from his fingertips.

“Slash!”

No explosive energy, no majestic Sword Qi, only a Sword Shadow silently passing through layers of phantom, gently touching the center of Wei Lang’s forehead.

Wei Lang, who was just exuding a formidable aura, suddenly trembled, his bright eyes instantly dimmed, and his soaring killing intent abruptly dissipated.

“What… what kind of sword is this?”

Wei Lang only managed to utter these words, as the aura on his body completely vanished, his body dropped rigidly to the ground, with no signs of life remaining.

In the distance, Chi Zhonglin’s eyes widened in disbelief, even horror etched across his face.

“How is this possible? How did Junior Brother achieve this? A realm even Senior Brother hasn’t mastered?”

Bian Yingjie was like he’d seen a ghost, murmuring, “Old Chi, did Zhong Lin just use the ’Soul Cutting’ from the Returning to Origin Sword Embryo of your Sword Pavilion’s ultimate technique?”

The “Returning to Origin Sword Embryo” involves condensing an unparalleled sword embryo within oneself, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, honed over time, eventually transforming into a Sword Artifact embodying Qian Kun, capable of attacking and defending with infinite power.

This ultimate technique surpasses the limitations of Martial Arts skill levels, and can be considered a Martial Arts Divine Ability.

It is divided into three realms: Breaking Body, Injuring Spirit, and Soul Cutting.

Breaking Body slashes the physical form, Injuring Spirit destroys the divine thought, Soul Cutting eradicates the soul.

With the help of the System Panel, Zhong Lin easily refined it to Perfection, achieving the “Soul Cutting” realm, with one sword, Wei Lang’s physical body appeared unharmed, but his Divine Soul had been annihilated, truly soul shattered, leaving behind only a trace of True Spirit for reincarnation.

This Martial Arts Divine Ability is the true ultimate technique of the Sword Pavilion, borrowing the concept of a Lifebound Weapon, yet distinct, born in the void but interfering with reality, blurring the line between illusion and reality, protecting and attacking with infinite potential.

Similar to a Flying Sword in Xianxia novels from previous lives, it moves with the mind, penetrating bodies, severing heads from miles away.

When Zhong Lin first practiced it, he was stunned for a long while, thinking he had discovered some incredible secret, only to later realize the sword embryo nurtured in his Dantian was an aggregation of Spiritual Origin, Qi-Blood, Divine Thought, Sword Intent, and even a wisp of his own soul, almost like a clone of himself, merely existing in the form of a sword.

Thus, he could move with thought, penetrate bodies, decapitate from afar, and it could grow stronger with the increase in his cultivation.

Zhong Lin speculated that the reason the Sword Pavilion’s White Cloud Martial Ancestor created this Martial Arts Divine Ability was because a disciple had their Lifebound Weapon destroyed and had to forge a new path with the sword embryo.

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