Chapter 737 (1/2)

Chapter 737: The Final Battle

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Sounds of laughter accompanied the thunder sound, as both echoed throughout the heavens and the earth. The top powers, who were battling in this region, looked at the sky in the distance. The top powers of the Daluo Territory, who had felt dejected after the defeat of the Kingo Troop, suddenly felt hopeful.

“It is the Nine Nether Troop!”

“The men of Nine Nether Palace have finally arrived. I heard that they defeated the Thunder Magic Sect…”

“Great. The sound seems to be coming from Commander Mu Chen. With him around, we need not be afraid of Lin Qingfeng!”

The people were whispering everywhere. The spirits of the Daluo Territory’s top powers had all been uplifted. In less than six months, almost all of the top powers knew about the the Nine Nether Troop, which had sprung up in an astounding speed, along with their new commander, Mu Chen.

Lin Qingfeng squinted his eyes to look at the direction where the dark clouds were coming from. The atmosphere was dreadful.

A troop in black armor whizzed toward them with a dark fighting spirit. Indistinctly, violent thunder sounds were heard. The army stood quietly in the sky. The austerity of the entire scene was not to be underestimated.

“Hohoho, is it the Nine Nether Troop from Nine Nether Palace? I have been hearing of you all for a long time now,” Lin Qingfeng said with a smile. He squinted his eyes and looked at the black army.

“I have heard how impressive the Three Thousand Swordsmen of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords is. I can see that you have lived up to your reputation,” Mu Chen said with a smile. He appeared above the Nine Nether Troop, looking at Lin Qingfeng.

“You must be the new commander, Mu Chen.” Lin Qingfeng stared at Mu Chen, then slowly said, “I have heard that you have not only defeated the Blood Hawk Troop, but that even the Thunder Magic Congregation has been defeated by you.”

Mu Chen smiled. He looked at the unsettled Kingo Troop and said, “Commander Lin, this situation is a mess. Why not leave with your men?”

“Hohoho. Are you planning to save them?” Lin Qingfeng smiled mockingly. He gently tapped on the sword on his back and said, “You can. However, you will be getting yourself into trouble.”

Although Lin Qingfeng had heard of the accomplishments of the Nine Nether Troop, he was not afraid of them. After all, he was the Chief Commander of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords. Only a handful of commanders were on par with him in the entire Hundred Battle Territory. And, although not all of the soldiers of the Three Thousand Swordsmen were present, he was confident and he despised the other commanders.

“Commander Lin is right.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen nodded with a smile. He knew that, given Lin Qingfeng’s reputation in the Hundred Battle Territory, it was impossible to save anyone from his clutches by merely talking. So, since it was useless to talk, he would have to use his fists.

Cold ray gathered in Mu Chen’s dark eyes. Without hesitation, he stomped his feet. The Nine Nether Troop, which was now below him, shouted out in unison. A dark fighting spirit shot up to the sky, followed by the sounds of thunder. Nine Nether Troop’s fighting spirit was clearly much stronger than it had been a month ago!

Buzz.

When Nine Nether’s Fighting Spirit burst out, Lin Qingfeng waved his sleeve. The clashing sounds of swords resounded, and the fighting spirit of the sword aura whizzed out. It was like a windstorm, encircling Lin Qingfeng entirely.

“Commander Mu Chen, if you want to save your men, take a blow from me!” Lin Qingfeng sneered, then formed a seal with his palms.

“Sword sense, Lotus Spirit Sword!”

Swoosh!

Majestic sword aura swept out, then turned into a Sword Lotus. The Sword Lotus blossomed and churned around. Even the space surrounding it had been cut by it.

Although the Sword Lotus did not make a sound, everyone could feel its razor edge. Lin Qingfeng was merciless. The moment he struck, it was obvious that he had used the death blow.

Lin Qingfeng looked flatly at Mu Chen and flicked his fingers. The Sword Lotus shot forth, leaving afterimages in the sky. Its speed was like lightning!

The Sword Lotus speedily magnified in Mu Chen’s eyes. However, there was no reaction on his face. He changed the seal, causing the majestic Nine Nether’s Fighting Spirit to surge out. It turned into a black fist print, and dark lightning could be seen glittering crazily on it.

“Nine Nether’s Fighting Spirit, Nine Nether Lightning Punch!”

Mu Chen threw out a punch, and the black fist print shot forth. It hit hard against the Sword Lotus.

Boom!