Chapter 465 - The Ruthless Autumn Water (1/2)
The whistling of the gale continued to resonate against a backdrop of fluttering snow. Mo Jinyan was still laughing but in the next moment, he detected a surging murderous aura behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Xiao Chen, now back on his feet. He looked at the trembling Autumn Water Sword in Xiao Chen’s hand, a smirk crossing his face.
Quite a few spectators cried out, “Autumn Water Sword! The sword from the Thousand Feathers Sword! Ranked third on the Tome of Legendary Weapons!”
Surprised cries erupted into ear-piercing sounds. The three youngsters wiped away their tears with force and shouted, “Good luck, Brother Chen!”
Xiao Chen was holding the Autumn Water Sword, pointing its sharp end at the ground. A white glow was flickering indistinctly at the tip of the sword. Xiao Chen’s messy hair was dancing wildly behind his head. Even though there was a bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were so sharp that they invoked fear in those looking at him.
Su Yue was smiling. “What an unexpected twist. Xiaoyue from the Thousand Feathers Sect actually lent him her Autumn Water Sword.” Su Ying continued to hold his hands behind his back, looking a little more relaxed this time. He nodded but made no comment.
None-flower Dust shook his feathered fan and clicked his tongue. “He’d rather show off than use the Sword of the Southern Vermillion Bird. As expected of him.”
Yi Tong laughed. “That’s not it. Didn’t Brother Xiao make himself clear last night? He’s merely borrowing the strength of the Formation Spirit Li Xie to use the Vermillion Bird Sword. It’s not his possession. Since he hasn’t made an agreement beforehand, he naturally can’t use it.”
Ziyun’er had also relaxed a fair amount. She said with a giggle, “Li Xie is very conceited, even more so than Evernight.”
Qingluan was still frowning. She cast the faraway Xiaoyue a look. The latter was standing under a tree, her cyan robe fluttering in the wind. Her face was as calm as still water, without any emotion. Qingluan couldn’t quite understand the meaning behind Xiaoyue’s action.
In the arena, Xiao Chen’s momentum continued to climb. His clothes were rustling noisily in the wind. Below, Chu Lingjiao was breaking out in cold sweat. If Mo Jinyan lost, she would have to hand over the fourth volume of the Heartless Cultivation Method. It was no big deal to hand it over, for she had its contents memorized, but she must never let it fall into Huangfu Xin’er’s hands.
Mo Jinyan glanced at the Autumn Water Sword in Xiao Chen’s hand and sneered. “The third-place Autumn Water Sword is indeed ranked above my Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword, but don’t forget that I’ve cultivated with my sword for more than ten years. We formed a connection a long time ago. You, on the other hand? Did you think a borrowed sword can help you win against my Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword?”
“Is that so? Then let’s give it a test…” Xiao Chen’s voice was low. He slowly raised his arm, and instantly, gale began picking up and sent snow swirling in the air. It was as if every last bit of Immortal’s power in the world was being sucked into this storm. The potent ancient Immortal’s power had everyone holding their breath.
Right at this moment, Mo Jinyan also detected this surging ancient Immortal’s power. His eyes became even sharper as he yelled, “Northern Dark Divine Sword!”
“Swoosh!” The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword emitted a bright cyan light that enveloped a radius of a thousand feet as it charged at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen swung his sword, and the Autumn Water Sword also erupted with a thousand-feet-long ray of light. Both swords met in a collision.
“Clang!” A loud collision sound rang throughout the summit, thundering so loudly that everyone’s eardrums split. Layer upon layer of snow flew up from the ground. This time, however, it was the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword that was sent flying. Xiao Chen, with the Autumn Water Sword in hand, stood firmly without taking a single step backward.
Mo Jinyan caught his rebounded sword as he continued to retreat backward. When he regained his footing, he yelled through gritted teeth, “Impossible!” He then made a beeline for Xiao Chen with his sword.
“Clank!” Their swords met, producing sparks from the tip of their blades. Their hair was fluttering in the wind. Mo Jinyan’s eyes were steely. “You’re just borrowing strength from the Thousand Feathers Sect’s sword. So what if you win against me today? But you can’t win anyway!” He made a strong push forward. Xiao Chen felt both his arms sinking from the pressure and hastily took several steps in retreat.
“Hehe!” A sneer crossed Mo Jinyan’s face. He said in a sharp voice, “So what if you work hard? You pitiful creatures without background or status will eventually be trampled under someone’s feet! You will never be able to change your fate! There’s no point in your struggle!”
Xiao Chen’s eyes were similarly sharp. “It’s because we don’t have background and status that we have to work ten times as hard as others! What do you even know?” He suddenly punched Mo Jinyan in the abdomen. A loud explosion resounded as he sent Mo Jinyan flying more than a hundred feet high.
“Oh!” The crowd cried out in surprise. This was clearly a battle of swords, so why did one party start resorting to rough tactics like punching?
Before Mo Jinyan could steady his footing, Xiao Chen once again ran up to his face. This time, Xiao Chen seemed like he was being lit up with surging flames of anger. He yelled, “If everyone without background and status in this world thinks the same way you do, why do we even need to cultivate? Why do we even live for?” He raised his leg and landed a kick straight on Mo Jinyan’s abdomen.
“Kaboom!”
This kick carried the weight of a mountain. Mo Jinyan was kicked more than a hundred feet away and landed hard on the snowed-on ground. Below the arena, White-brow Solitarian finally frowned.
“Hehe!” Mo Jinyan climbed back to his feet and wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Xiao Chen above and let out a sharp sneer. “Is that all your tenfold effort amounts to…?”
Suddenly, he leaped into the air and slid his finger across the blade of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. He yelled, “I sacrifice my blood to the sword!”
Blood instantly dyed the sword red. The vital force began surging back and forth high up in the sky. The crowd below gasped in shock. The so-called blood sacrifice to one’s sword meant that the cultivator would cast a seal with the lifespan of his Essence Blood as a sacrifice and use the enhanced sword to counter his enemy.