Chapter 307: Nine Swords’ Protection (2/2)

“You leave me with no choice! Oh heavens, take my boiling blood and grant me strength!”

Blood stopped flowing from his severed arm since it began to boil in the air. His 330 meridians spun like vortexes as they crazily absorbed the spirit energy in the surroundings.

“Seventh level Hell-ice Technique, Ice World!” This was Sanchuan’s final card. He burned up half of his lifespan in order to utilize all of his potential for this Ice World technique.

The area turned into a world of ice. The sky was blue; even the air turned blue as numerous floating icebergs engulfed the Apricot Mansion. The trees here were frozen completely.

This Ice World technique was five times stronger than the Hell Iceberg.

“Don’t even think about it.” Feng Feiyun was completely frozen with a thick layer of ice over his arms, but this didn’t diminish his bloodthirst. The other hand controlling the vessel moved even faster. A large section of the Ice World was smashed open.

He withdrew the vessel and directly jumped into the Ice World. Next, he lifted Sanchuan up above his head and mercilessly slammed him into the ground, splitting his body into several pieces. Blood splashed all over Feng Feiyun’s armor and began to drip down.

“Boom!” Sanchuan has been smashed to death!

The Ice World collapsed, exposing a man wearing blood-stained armor standing in the chilling wind with his stalwart pose.

This picture looked like the last soldier on the battlefield. There were corpses all over him, yet he didn’t falter. No one could take him down.

Even a great genius like Lu Fengcheng felt suffocated. Where did this butcher come from? Will he not stop until he kills every single heretical disciple?

Ji Feng intensely stared at this commander with a glimmer in his eyes. He felt that this scene was very familiar. Feng Feiyun was also the same as he led others to their deaths. After all, many geniuses had fallen to Feiyun’s hands as well.

“This Daniu is too badass, he even took down Sanchuan.” Although the pagoda’s disciples all hoped for Sanchuan to die, they were still caught off guard by this scene. After all, Sanchuan was famous at the pagoda for many years, so people felt that his death was unreal.

The smile on Nalan Xuezang’s face disappeared long ago. He stared at Feng Feiyun and considered him to be a formidable foe. The nine swords floating behind his back continuously jittered.

“Swoosh!” All nine swords left their sheaths at once and hovered in front of him while their tips still issuing metallic rings pointed at Feiyun.

This was a phenomenon called “nine swords protecting their master”. Even the swords felt pressured in the face of a supreme opponent and automatically flew out to protect Xuezang.

“Return!” Xuezang shouted and the nine swords flew back into their sheaths like obedient children.

Feng Feiyun naturally saw this. To be able to train his swords to this degree, this Xuezang wasn’t simple at all. Who knows how much effort he had spent in order to reach the level of “swords as slaves”?

He was a slave to the sword while the sword was also a slave to him. This was an ancient state of sword mastery. Many Giants wouldn’t necessarily be able to reach this level. Xuezang was only a grand achievement God Base, yet he had reached this sword level. It wasn’t a secret why he was one of the top three most terrifying youths of the heretical schools, someone feared by his own peers.

Xuezang slightly smirked and said: “Feng Daniu! I, Nalan Xuezang, cooked my mother and ate her flesh when I was five, then I killed my father to offer his blood to these nine swords. I severed all familial ties and my human nature just to cultivate the Emotionless Evil Swords. I left my clan at ten and traveled across half of the Jin Dynasty. I killed to cultivate my sword and ate people to remind myself that if I don’t do so, others will be the ones to eat me.”

Xuezang was only around fourteen or fifteen and wore a floral-brocade robe with a black cloak. He was quite dashing, just like a young noble. However, his words made people shudder uncontrollably.

If even familial ties were nothing, just how terrifying was this emotionless sword technique?

“Why are you telling me this?” Feng Feiyun glared straight into Xuezang’s sharp eyes. They were even colder than the Hell-ice technique.

“Because you are qualified to listen to my story.” Xuezang smiled grimly.

Feiyun replied: “I suppose it is my honor then.”

Xuezang revealed his snow-white teeth and declared: “There’s no need to think much about it. I’m only saying this to let you know that after I kill you, I will also drink your blood and eat your flesh since you are qualified.”

“This… doesn’t seem like an honor at all.” Xuezang’s swords had already flown out by the time Feiyun started to speak.