Vol 2 Chapter 17.2 (1/2)
Book 2 - Fame Spreads
Chapter 17.2
02 Feb 2017
Since it’s like this, let’s settle it directly….
The battlefield suddenly changed. That flowing water like boundless blade technique suddenly ceased to operate. The light, which had seemingly shrouded everything, was suddenly reduced to one respondent thread, lingering over He Yiming’s head.
After enduring the suppression for so long, when the pressure on them suddenly disappeared, the two spiritual beasts were naturally overjoyed. Moreover, enduring for so long had also thoroughly ignited their fury. As soon as the pressure was lifted, they issued furious roars and immediately wanted to tear apart the human who was the cause of their suppression.
However, as soon as they straightened their body, they felt an intense sense of deadly crisis.
Spiritual beasts could innately communicate with heaven and earth through some mysterious force.
It was just like Xiantian cultivators among humans, who could comprehend Worldly Qi. However, unlike humans, spiritual beasts didn’t practise cultivation and only relied on time to slowly build their strength.
However, all spiritual beasts possessed extremely keen spiritual sense. This spiritual sense allowed them to pursue fortune and avoid dangers. Especially while confronting a life-threatening danger, it issued a clear, premature indication.
That gold-crowned python had hesitated over and over again before swallowing the wolves. This was certainly not a normal b.e.a.s.t.i.a.l instinct. If not for its insatiable greed for food and the fact that the wolves weren’t poisoned in true sense, it would never have swallowed those dead animals.
Therefore, as they sensed the current aura on He Yiming’s body, their fierceness immediately disappeared, leaving behind only one thought- to turn around and flee as soon as possible.
However, right as they heeded this thought and were about to act, their body suddenly turned cold, as if they had suddenly entered an ice cellar, no longer able to even budge.
A ferocious, baleful aura hid the sky and shrouded the ground, completely enveloping their ability to react.
Holding the broadsword, He Yiming’s both hands lifted up above his head.
At this moment, his body exuded a feeling of a deity looking over the world, and his aura like billowing waves.
Holding the huge blade high in the air, his slanted shadow seemed to be boundlessly extending into the forest. It seemed as if this blade could extend to the infinity, capable of splitting apart the heavens and earth, capable of cleaving this entire forest into two parts.
Under the sunlight, the one-meter long head of the blade shone with a dazzling resplendency.
[Splitting Mountain Thirty-Six Forms] twelfth form.
This form was the strongest form among the Houtian ones.
From the twelfth form, the subsequent forms couldn’t be employed by a Houtian cultivator. To learn and cultivate the subsequent forms, one would have to attain the Xiantian realm first.
The might of the twelfth form was the strongest a human could bring about while being in Houtian realm. Such a might was already infinitesimally close to Xiantian realm.
Of course, it was still somewhat inferior to that gold-crowned python slayer strike. However, the repercussions of using this form were also much better than that of the former.
As He Yiming lifted the broadsword high in the air, not only had the two spiritual beasts felt as if they had fell into the death stare of a viper, even Xie Grace, who was standing not too far away, felt himself s.h.i.+vering from head to toe.
With his discerning eye, he could naturally see the might that this form contained.
Xiantian battle skill; only a Xiantian battle skill, which had further been studied to the peak of Houtian realm, could release such a frightening aura.
At this moment, he’d eventually understood the reason He Yiming could tangle with two spiritual beasts relying on his own strength. He was not only a peak, tenth layer expert, but one who had also learned a Xiantian battle skill and was infinitesimally close to the Xiantian realm.
Compared to breaking through the tenth layer, learning a Xiantian battle skill prematurely in Houtian realm was much more difficult.
Xie family had altogether three tenth layer experts. However, among these three, only one had been able to learn a Xiantian battle skill, and that person was his elder brother Xie Nuanhang.
This was precisely the reason his elder brother had inherited the command of the family.
In the absence of an Xiantian battle skill, confronting a spiritual beast would require at least two tenth layer experts working together. On the other hand, if a tenth layer expert had learned a Xiantian battle skill, regardless of how petty it was, he could deal easily with a long-armed racc.o.o.n.
Of course, experts like He Yiming, who could suppress two long-armed racc.o.o.ns relying merely on ordinary techniques, were extremely rare.
Such a genius who could grasp the true essence of a certain battle skill would definitely become an exceedingly ill.u.s.trious character in the future. One could say that such an individual was an otherworldly person only seen once in centuries. How could ordinary people match him?
Xie Grace’s eyes slightly twitched. A less than eighteen-year-old, tenth layer cultivator; a genius who had grasped the essence of a metal-type battle skill and even a Xiantian battle skill.