Chapter 524 - The Gathering of Immortal State Warriors (2/2)

“Now die!”

With an impa.s.sive expression on his stone-cold face, Xie Yan started another art and summoned three blades. These blades quickly gained a corporeal form and flew toward their target with a high pitch whistle.

“Shooshooooshooo.”

Each of the Blade auras were a few meters in length, and the combined force of these three blades was as potent as that of three Lin Langya.

This was one technique in the Sword Art of Nine Abandonments called the Art of Multiplying Blade Auras. At its highest level, one could form nine-blade auras from one blade. However, it was incredibly difficult for each such a high level of attainment. The Exalted Cultivator had created his version of the art by using nine blades, instead of just one.

“Kaboom!”

Wu Guanchao’s solemn face darkened as the lightning surrounding him became agitated.

Deadly lightning force sizzled about his body, waiting for his command. Every attack he hurled at his opponent carried an immeasurable amount of electric energy that could zap a living being into smithereens.

Wu Guanchao practiced the Art of Five Thunder Fists, which originated from the Heavenly Master Sect. Rumor had it that an unnamed Heavenly Master had blended martial arts with Thunder Art and created the unique Art of Five Thunder Fists. It required the cultivator to follow Dharma Spell and Martial Arts dual cultivation, but the benefit was that the cultivator could use the thunder spell as he fought an intense physical battle. There was no need to pause and cast any spell since the physical attacks naturally carried the power of the spells. No one knew when or how Wu Guanchao had learned this advanced art.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Wu Guanchao unleashed three counter-attacks at each of the three-blade aura. His body shook violently after each impact, and after the third impact, Wu Guanchao was winded. However, the defense didn’t seem to stop the blade auras, as the three deadly energies plunged at Wu Guanchao as soon as they regained their course and speed.

“d.a.m.n it! What happened while he was gone? I thought he used sound wave attacks, and since when did he learn to use flying swords? I am no match against him unless I can reach the level of Heavenly Thunder.”

Wu Guanchao exclaimed in his mind.

The Art of Five Thunder Fists has five levels: Heaven, Earth, Clouds, Water, and Martial. He had reached the second last level, the Earth Thunder. He was told that once he reached Heaven Thunder, he could tap into the power of heaven and become invincible.

“This is the life and death moment; I have to give it a try.”

Wu Guanchao gritted his teeth as he gained more resolve.

The wind came up, shoveling a ma.s.sive dark cloud toward inland from the sea, a storm was coming. Even as Wu Guanchao punched heavily at one Blade Aura, knocking it to the side, he started an art and summoned lightning that zig-zagged from the dark clouds to the ground.

“Break!”

Wu Guanchao took the brunt force of the lightning strike, forcing his mind to accept the pain as nature’s unrelenting power charged up his energy. Then he punched.

“Boom!”

Caring the deadly force of a lightning bolt, his fist roared like a dragon as it went across the battlefield toward Xie Yan.

Xie Yan’s face tightened a little as he adjusted his tactics. He merged the three-blade auras into one, making it as deadly as the blade that injured Chen Fan’s body.

“Go”

With a wave of a hand, the blade aura clashed into the thunder fist.

“s.h.i.+t!”

Many grandmasters of the Dragon Hall were stunned when they saw Wu Guanchao’s thunder art. Only the Heavenly Master could have unleashed so much energy while using the Thunder Seal.

“I hope the Dragon Lord can make it.”

Guo Nuannuan said nervously.

“Don’t worry; he will be fine. He should be able to handle an early-stage Immortal State Warrior.” Chen Fan linked his hands behind his back and said lightly.

His attention was not on the battle, instead, he landed his gaze on the roiling sea in the distance.

The calm sea had suddenly become violent with rough waves that gnawed at the sh.o.r.eline.

“Who is that?”

Guo Shoukang gave Chen Fan a fretful glance and then quickly s.h.i.+fted his eyes toward the battle.

“Kaboom!”

An ear-deafening blare had announced the outcome of the battle between Xie Yan and Wu Guanchao.

Xie Yan stood formidably in the air, loose folds of his s.h.i.+rt flapped against the wind. Meanwhile, Wu Guanchao’s body was scorched, and the Blade Qi had also left a deep gash on his shoulder.

It was obvious that the Dragon Lord had won this round.

“Hail to the mighty Dragon Lord!”

Many members of the Dragon Hall shouted at the top of their lungs.

“Your energy is spent; accept your death now!”

Xie Yan started the sword art once again.

A dark light shot out from the ebony blade and lit up the light drizzle that had started to fall.

Wu Guanchao’s face changed colors, and then he burst out laughing.

“Are you really that naive to think that I will be fighting alone? We have lived long enough to know the importance of prudence, haven’t we?”

“You mean…”

Xie Yan’s face paled a little.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in the distant sea. The shadow was over a dozen meters long and was in the shape of a large python. A white-haired elder sat on top of the python and he was flanked by a long-haired woman.

“It has been a while, Brother Xie.”

The white-haired elder cracked a smile.

“Daxin, King of Gong Tau and Sohabi, the Sea G.o.d’s prophet?”

A cold light came up in Xie Yan’s eyes.

A deadly silence suddenly fell over The Dragon Plaza. Both the King of Gong Tau and the Prophet of the Sea G.o.d showed up. They were both as ancient as the Dragon Lord.

Xie Yan was in grave danger if he had to take on three of them at the same time.