Chapter 892 – The Sword Array of South Stream Temple! (1/2)
Chapter 892 – The Sword Array of South Stream Temple!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Huai Ren looked at Ping Xuan and said in a solemn voice, ”Have you really thought this over clearly?”
Ping Xuan calmly replied, ”Master, the Holy Maiden handed South Stream Temple over to this disciple to temporarily manage, and this disciple has always been agonizing over how to do it. But now, I feel that I was overthinking it. A foolish person like me does not need to think of so much. All will be fine as long as I act according to the Holy Maiden's will. This way can never be wrong.”
Huai Ren retorted, ”Do you think that the Holy Maiden is a person who cannot tell right from wrong?”
Ping Xuan replied, ”I only know that if the Holy Maiden were present, she would not allow any person to use any reason to threaten His Holiness the Pope.”
From Mount Han to the capital, over a journey of thousands of li, she and many other disciples of South Stream Temple had personally witnessed this. It could not be wrong.
Huai Ren coldly said, ”Even if he really did kill Bie Tianxin?”
Ping Xuan answered, ”Master, I already said that no reason would be allowed.”
Huai Ren found it hard to conceal her disappointment as she said, ”Even if you clearly know that this will bring Holy Maiden Peak into endless tribulations from which there is no return?”
Ping Xuan replied, ”If that is the Holy Maiden's will.”
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Wuqiong Bi was ten-some zhang from the platform.
She harshly rebuked the South Stream Temple disciples, ”You want to use numbers to bully these pitiful elders who've lost their son?”
The white-haired burying the black-haired were truly worthy of sympathy, but she and Bie Yanghong were two of the few supreme experts of the world. Who could bully them?
The disciples were very nervous. This was the strongest opponent they had faced in their lives, but the sword array remained as firm as a mountain.
The thousand-some cultivators on the plateau nervously watched.
On one side was a true expert of the continent who had been immersed in the Divine Domain for many years.
On the other side was the legendary sword array which had achieved countless unimaginable feats on the field of battle.
When these two met, which would be stronger?
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A howl echoed through the mountains.
The horsetail whisk in Wuqiong Bi's hand descended from the sky, smashing towards the platform.
The horsetail whisk swept through the air, each one of its countless hairs cutting through like bolts of lightning, leaving white trails of turbulence in their wakes.
An aura of extinction flickered in and out of these bolts of lightning and trails of turbulence in space, creating a terrifying sight.
At the very front of the platform, Ye Xiaolian raised her sword to meet the whisk, a sword glow flashing over the platform.
Under the terrifying pressure of Wuqiong Bi, the plateau swiftly chilled and dimmed. In the face of this, the sword glow seemed rather fragile and tiny.
It was just like a little dinghy in the sea, liable at any moment to capsize and be swallowed up, leaving nothing behind.
Soon after, several more sword glows flashed, making the dim sky a little brighter.
The several small dinghies in the sea formed into a boat. It was still not very large, but it had become much firmer.
Several dozen sword glows soon joined them, simultaneously shining and making the gloomy sky seem like a clear day.
Those dinghies and boats were gathered together by the waves and transformed into a large ship that forged over the high waves and pierced through the sheets of rain in pursuit of a sliver of light.
They did not combine in a simple fashion.
Even if tens of thousands of dinghies gathered together and stacked themselves into a small mountain, they would still be scattered upon entering the sea, powerless to resist the wind and waves.
Only when they truly united could they become a massive ship that could meet the winds and break through the waves.
Several dozen sword glows of varying brightness illuminated the peak. Several dozen sword techniques slashed through the air, all of them responding to and communicating with each other, transforming into one.
This was an incredibly fast process, like water running through a canal, secretly in accord with the principles of nature. Most mystically, just like when wood was made into a boat, when these sword techniques came together, they began to release an inexplicable strength, their energy suddenly soaring, their strength countless times more powerful than the power of a sword technique used by a single South Stream Temple disciple.
This was the world-renowned sword array of South Stream Temple!
A vast sword energy enveloped the plateau while sword glows illuminated the world, cut apart the dark clouds, and clashed with that unearthly horsetail whisk.