Chapter 177 - The Ambush of Flying Daggers (1/2)

Inside the room.

Now, not only were there cracks on the ground, but even the walls and ceiling were shaken up with debris falling everywhere.

“As an early Primal Core adept, you might be able to beat a mid Primal Core adept, however no matter how strong your technique, the power of your moves, at any case, will be limited.”

When Tuo Ku struck the ground, his eyes were unfeeling, and he looked completely indifferent as if he were not talking about something of little consequence. “The power of an advanced Primal Core adept would be ten times of yours!

“And in the face of ten times the power, even your clever skills and methods would be entirely futile!”

With the way Tuo Ku spoke, it was apparent that he thought that Zhou Donghuang had defeated Zheng Yong by a mere sleight of hand and cunning artifice.

“Is that so?”

Swiftly leaping from the ground and surging forward, Tuo Ku brandished blades of silver light in his hands as the silver light from his body rose sharply. Zhou Donghuang smiled indifferently, and then threw the folding fan in his hand.

Swish!

The fan spun at lightning speed in mid-air.

At the same time, like a shadow, Zhou Donghuang leapt upwards and landed on the still-spinning fan to come face-to-face with Tuo Ku. The brilliant white light that was emitting from the folding fan under his feet grew stronger and stronger.

“The spirit weapon?”

At this moment, not only Tuo Ku, but also the Black Market’s two other Divine Light Sect elders Zheng Yong and the old monk in the red cassock, could all see that the fan at Zhou Donghuang’s feet was also a spirit weapon.

Instantly, their eyes only revealed a look of incredulity and disbelief.

This man had only just pulled out a spirit weapon, and it was already enough to shock then, who would have thought that he would be able to pull out yet another weapon. And from the looks of it, the power that this one had was no weaker than the first spirit weapon.

“If you can take my next attack, I will give you one spirit weapon at no charge.”

These calm words came just as Tuo Ku’s silver blade had been condensed and formed completely, ready to go against the white-cloaked youth who had stepped on the folding fan.

Suddenly, his heart faltered a little, and his pupils narrowed sharply.

He felt the confidence coming from this young man.

At the next moment, he did not dare to act rashly, and with mind and body at full alert, he stared at the youth before him and the weapon at his feet like he was about to face a great enemy.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of the howls of many swords rang out, but they came from the folding fan at the feet of Zhou Donghuang, and each stick that made up its structure seemed to turn into a sharp sword loaded with essential core as they whizzed out.

In an instant, all eight blades from the fan flew out, and the fan vanished from beneath Zhou Donghuang’s feet.

Under the gaze of everyone in the room, the eight fan blades that flew out were suspended, forming a circle above Tuo Ku’s head, every blade seemingly connected by an inexplicable force.

This was really a type of sword spell.

“Is this a… spell?”

Tuo Ku was the third elder of the Divine Light Sect after all, and there were such techniques and spells practiced within the sect, and so he was able to recognize at a glance the very type of spell that Zhou Donghuang was currently demonstrating.

“It seems you are not so ignorant after all,” Zhou Donghuang replied without enthusiasm. “This technique is called the ‘Ambush of Flying Daggers,’ and using it, I can attack from all directions and leave no form of escape.”

The moment he said this, Zhou Donghuang leaped upwards, and in the blink of an eye was suddenly above the array of swords over Tuo Ku’s head, stepping over them as he regarded Tuo Ku from above.

Crash!

Crash! Boom!

Without any signs or warning, just as Tuo Ku was fully absorbed in the moment, the eight fan blades in the air flashed in unison and fell as one, and seemed to rain from the sky towards Tuo Ku.

“Humph!”

Tuo Ku bitterly snorted, as the silver light from his body rose further, setting off across his whole body as if he was bathed in a silvery light. “In the face of absolute power, any of these fancy, elaborate moves would be but entirely futile!”

Buzz! Buzz!

At the same time, four-foot blades of swords condensed and formed from the essential core emanating from Tuo Ku’s two hands. They seemed extremely sharp and menacing.

“Now that, I would love to see for myself!”

Zhou Donghuang laughed coldly.

For a Golden Essence adept to say this in front of him would have been acceptable.

But for a Silver Essence adept to doubt the force of power that he had just displayed with his sword technique?

That was just laughable!

“You’ll see it in a moment.”

Tuo sneered, and the Silver Essence from his body rose sharply once more. The two silver swords in his hands seemed to dance, and like a bulldozer seemed to easily deflect the rain of swords directed against him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The eight fan blades were all deflected in an instant but immediately came back together in full force.

“It is futile.”

The harder Tuo Ku fought, the more fearless he became, and he warred against the eight fan blades so fiercely, it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.

“Third elder, watch your feet!”

Zheng Yong’s hasty warning came across, and Tuo Ku’s face changed completely.

He had only just realized that the youth’s folding fan had not just ten blades, but in fact, ten in its structure.

The ones that came from eight sides, he was able to shield himself from completely.

But, only just barely so.