Chapter 182 - Fire In the Sky (1/2)

Chapter 182: Fire In the Sky

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

When Chen Fan unleashed the Mountain River Cut, the world was turned into a white emptiness, except for the golden line that cut through it in the middle. The strike had sliced through the fabric of reality, severing time, s.p.a.ce, Essence Qi and the lingering essence of Dharma Spells.

Infused with the Power of Heaven and Earth, the misty dragon stormed toward Chen Fan. Its tail racked the paved ground, leaving a trail of crumbled pavement in its wake. It seemed to have taken the world around it with it as it slammed into Chen Fan.

However, the Dharmic Blade was able to slice through the whirlwind from the middle. The belligerent whirlwind lost its momentum as energy spilled out from the cut. When it finally reached Chen Fan, it had been reduced to two Gusts of deluge flowing toward opposite directions.

“Water Severing Cut!”

Much like a legendary j.a.panese Sword Dao Master who had severed the flow of a waterfall, Chen Fan’s strike had cut through the wind, turning it into two separate pulses of energy. The two deluges of mist diverged right in front of Chen Fan, not affecting the boy in the slightest.

“Impossible!”

The Grand Elder could only gape.

This was the Dharma Array cast by a G.o.d Reining Level Cultivator. It had the G.o.dly power of Heaven and Earth, no mortal should be able to withstand it. However, there and then, the twister was cut into half by Chen Fan, a feat that had completely thrown them off guard.

Even the Sect Master was stunned by the turn of events.

He had never imagined such an outcome. The Seven Malice Poison Array tapped into the seven deadly Malice Qi from the underground and combined it with poison mist. It’s poisonous nature aside, the amount of raw power it packed could easily topple a tall building. Therefore, it was inconceivable that Chen Fan was able to overcome such an overbearing blow and cut it open.

“What kind of art is that?” Sect Master asked in shock.

“True Martial Thirty-Six Forms, the seventh form: Mountain River Cut.”

“This is the art of the immortals, not anything you would ever understand. Your array might look terrifying, its energy was too spread out and therefore was harmless to me. I have only used one-tenth of my power to counter your attack. Well, that just shows you our difference.”

Although True Martial Thirty-Six Forms was a martial arts meant for the lowest rank disciples from the True Martial Immortal Sect, it was created by Immortal Cultivators. Therefore, it was much more deadly than the worldly Dharma Spells. Once the art was Combined with the True Martial’s Dharmic Blade, it could cut through anything or anyone.

The Seven Malice Poison Array was infused with the Power of Heaven and Earth but before Chen Fan, it was riddled with weak points. Like a tree, the taller it grew, the harder it falls.

The face of the Medicine G.o.d Valley Sect Master changed colors.

He understood exactly how Chen Fan had done it. He had focused all of his force at one point to break his spell. It was one of the most fundamental, yet difficult to pull off techniques in cultivation. He was too content with the immeasurable power of the Dharma Array, and therefore he had outright overlooked technique finesse. However, even if he had thought of refining his tactics, he wouldn’t be able to wield the Dharma Array since only someone as powerful as the Great Magus of Dark Witch Sect could have the ability to move things around in the array.

After a few silent moments, the Sect Master’s gaze landed on Chen Beixuan’s right arm. He chortled.”Chen Beixuan, you almost fooled me. You have countered the G.o.dly power with your mortal coil, so you must not have much energy left in you. However, I can release as many of those whirlwinds as I want. What about you? How long can you keep on swinging the blade?”

After he said that, he started to shake the turtle sh.e.l.l violently.

The turtle sh.e.l.l s.h.i.+vered slightly, and another crack appeared on its broken surface. The light came up again and started to siphon the colorful mist in the sky. It looked all too similar to the last attack. A whirlwind appeared as the mist spiraled down toward the turtle sh.e.l.l. The tail of the tornado touched down and landed in the palm of Medicine G.o.d Valley Sect Master.

Chen Fan heaved a sigh and let go of the flickering True Martial’s Dharmic Blade. The energy in it was nearly spent anyways.

The Medicine G.o.d Valley Sect Master had hit the mark. Chen Fan had spent a significant portion of his True Essence when he unleashed the Mountain River Cut. Plus, to the True Martial’s Dharmic Blade also constantly drained his True Essence.

Ever since he entered the valley, he had killed over a dozen people and used many powerful spells. After he had cut the misty whirlwind into half, the Dharmic Blade was having a hard time maintaining its physical form.

“Oh, why? Are you going to surrender now? It’s too late!” Medicine G.o.d Vally Sect Master snorted.

Then he hurled the colorful tornado out at Chen Fan.

“Boom!”

A gust came up as the whirlwind flew out. It followed its predecessor’s track on the ground, keeping the groove. Along its path lay many dying innocent residences who got hit by the Poison Mist spilled out from the previous tornado. Many of them cupped their chest or held their neck tightly, trying to breathe but failing.

Even the martial artists’ faces were growing darker and greener by the second. Only the elders and the Alchemists had spent decades working with toxic fumes were able to resist the effect of the mist and kept a calm countenance.

The Seven Malice Poison Array was a spell of ma.s.s destruction. After all, it was cast by the Great Magus of the Dark Witch Sect, someone who was practically immune to poisons. Because of this, this array was reserved until the last moment, when the fate of the sect was hanging on a thread.

“Fine, I think I will just finish all of this.” Chen Fan lamented.

Those who got affected were innocent. Although North Mystic Celestial Lord would take a person’s life without a second thought, he didn’t design to harm the innocent.

“Oh? What else do you have?” The Medicine G.o.d Valley Sect Master asked in disbelief.

The Mountain River Cut was an overwhelming art, it was the epitome of the unison between Dharma Spell and Martial Arts. Even the elders from the Wu Dang Sect would not be able to pull it off. Therefore, the Sect Master doubted that Chen Fan had anything even more impressive than that.

Even as the Sect Master put on a smug smile, he saw something that both shocked him and confused him.

He watched as two fires burst into life inside of Chen Fan’s pupils.

The fire was gold in color, and it danced as it grew brighter. In less than a second, it filled up Chen Fan’s entire eye, yet its intensity was still growing. Finally, it golden energy shot out from Chen Fan’s eye sockets and beamed at the colorful poisonous tornado like lights coming out from two flashlights.