Chapter 676: Sword Of The World (Part 2) (1/2)

In the past decades, the Headmaster had never once attacked. This meant that he was gradually forgotten by the people of the world and even those in the cultivation world would sometimes forget his existence.

There were few who knew the legends. The Headmaster's weapon was a rod. Ning Que had experienced the pain it caused personally. The Headmaster's weapon was indeed a rod.

The Headmaster did not use a sword. However, since he wanted to show the Divine Guard of Light in the sky a sword of the world, then he had to borrow one. He reached out to the south and a sword flew from the south.

The ancient sword was from the Sword Garret of the South Jin Kingdom.

The Sword Sage Liu Bai, sat beside the pool. He looked at the dried pool in front of him and thought of the sword that had burst forth from it and flown away. He did not speak, but his face was crowded with emotions.

Liu Bai was very weak and tired. He sat by the pool meditating for many years to forge a true sword. The sword had in it all his sword style and spirit.

In other words, he was the sword, that was why it was the strongest sword in the world. Now that the ancient sword had left the pool, his sword style and spirit had left with it as well, which naturally weakened him.

However, Liu Bai did not seem angry. Instead, he looked a little lost.

He was the most powerful person in the world, and his cultivation in sword Taoism was unparalleled. However, there was someone who could just casually take his sword away from thousands of miles away. He could not even stop the person. He did not even have the right to object to it.

Moments later, Liu Bai's lost expression turned into one of excitement.

He had sensed whose hand the sword had landed in.

So like the sword, he felt honored and proud.

The ancient sword tore through the clouds and came, landing in the Headmaster's hand.

The Headmaster's feet left the surface of the Wilderness and he rose to the sky.

His black coat rustled in the wind and reflected the light in the sky. It tore the holy and blazing Haotian Divine Light into countless golden shreds.

Ning Que hugged Sangsang and looked up at the sky, shock written all over his face.

His teacher had finally attacked, and his first move was to fight in the skies.

To him, this was a battle that would definitely be recorded in the annals. It would become a mythical battle; astonis.h.i.+ng, dangerous, possibly lasting for days and nights or even longer.

He only hoped that his teacher would emerge victorious and unharmed.

However, he did not expect that the battle would be completely different from what he had imagined.

It started quickly, and also ended quickly. It was very simple.

The Headmaster's black coat danced in the wind as he flew into the sky. He was already above the blue skies. He looked at the light and darkness in the sky and casually waved the ancient sword that was the sword of the world in his hand.

A sword mark suddenly appeared between the bright light and the fading night. The sword mark was extremely deep, and it seemed to pierce the sky like a deep wedge, separating the light from the dark.

The Headmaster's first stroke had cleaved the skies.

The Divine Guard of Light stood on the golden carriage, with a heartless expression on his face. The sword of light that was more than ten miles long cut down on the Wilderness. The blade was also more than ten miles wide, and it pressed down on the Headmaster's body like a mountain.

Compared with the largeness of the Giant Golden Dragon, the golden chariot and the Divine Guard of Light, the Headmaster who was especially tall in the mortal realm looked like a speck of dust suspended in the air.

Compared with the enormous sword of light, the sword of the world in his hands seemed like a strand of hair.

The Headmaster lifted the sword of the world in his hands and plunged it at the sword of light.

The two swords met, and it was like a strand of hair gently brus.h.i.+ng on the Tianqi Mountain.

It seemed like there was no effect, but the mountain collapsed.

The sword of light suddenly broke into pieces and like an avalanche, it scattered in all directions of the Wilderness.

The sword style in the Headmaster's hand did not rest and seemed as if it never would. It traversed through the tens of thousands of falling shards from the broken sword towards the golden chariot. Then, it landed on the Divine Guard of Light's face.

Several thin sword marks appeared on the Divine Guard of Light's perfect face. Then, it became imperfect. His ruthless and unseeing face seemed amusing because of its imperfection.

Crack, crack, crack, crack. There were several creaking sounds and tens and thousands of cracks appeared on the Divine Guard of Light's face. The cracks spread to his body and his armor, which were formed by Haotian Divine Light, and began to crack as well.

The Divine Guard of Light was like an ice sculpture. He broke into countless transparent crystals that rained down on the Wilderness like hail. However, the sound of it was like a thunderstorm hitting the roof.

There was still the terrifying power of Divine Light and energy in the fine crystal shards. However, it could no longer be brought back together again or pose any danger to the Headmaster who was holding the sword of the world.

The Divine Guard of Light and the sword of light shattered, falling onto the surface of the Wilderness incessantly like a dense meteor shower. The shards fell, with a tail of fire trailing behind it, causing dust and smoke to splash up and igniting blazing flames.

Many rolled around in pain in the fire that was the Divine Light. Then, they died, turning into spiraling smoke.

The Divine Guard of Light who had been looking at the world indifferently had also died and turned into smoke.

The Headmaster's second stroke had split apart a G.o.d.

The Headmaster flew up with the wind and into the brightest spot in the sky. He stood on the Giant Golden Dragon's head.

The Giant Golden Dragon gave a furious roar and thrashed his tail around. The clouds dispersed and thunder roared. It was absolutely terrifying.

The Headmaster stood on its head, his black coat whipping loudly in the wind.

The Giant Golden Dragon turned its head to bite him, and the Headmaster brought his sword down upon it.

It was unknown whether it was the Headmaster who had grown extremely tall, or if the Giant Golden Dragon had turned small beneath his feet. The sword of the world in his hands pierced into the Giant Golden Dragon's neck, making an extremely deep cut.

The Giant Golden Dragon screamed and struggled desperately.