Chapter 288: A Clash Between Two Exiled Sword Immortals!
Thunderous cheers engulfed the Sword Ruins, so loud that Yun Xiao probably couldnt hear his own voice. In such an atmosphere, when his gaze clashed with Ling Chen's, words lost their meaning. Ling Chen's eyes held a special kind of intensity that Yun Xiao had never seen before, rich and complex. Ling Chen raised his Nine-Colored Sword Soul, offering a faint smile to Yun Xiao.
But Yun Xiao didnt smile back. Hidden deep in Ling Chen's expressive eyes was an undeniable intent to kill, a facade of respect masking a relationship as volatile as fire and water. Ling Chens eyebrows twitched when he received no smile in return, unable to hide his anger.
He drew his sword without hesitation!
The nine-colored Sword Soul in his hand transformed into a Flying Sword, becoming a point of cold, nine-colored light hurtling towards Yun Xiao!
In an instant, a nine-colored chessboard appeared before Yun Xiao, with the sword at its center. Around it, eight square spaces, seven occupied by ghostly figuresthe Hell Demons. Beings like the Azure Phoenix and Necropolis Demon unleashed their powerful demon magic, invoking heavenly firestorms, netherworld waters, and illusory moons. The nine-colored chessboard, drawing upon the forces of heaven and earth, fused these myriad demon magics, creating a terrifying amalgamation.
With a buzz, the nine-colored Sword Soul, carrying the chessboard and the demon magics, descended upon Yun Xiao like nine different worlds converging!
The space where the Flying Sword passed trembled violently, twisting the very fabric of the cosmos. The point of deepest distortion was precisely where Yun Xiao stood.
Ling Chens strike was swift and explosive, a vivid display of both skill and raw power.
When he finally made a move, it was nothing short of earth-shattering!
"Matchless!"
Though Ling Chen's cultivation might not match the elders of the Sword Ruins, the finesse of his Flying Sword technique was unparalleled, a wonder of the ages. The crowd began to question their premature adulation of Yun Xiao.
"Sure, he's added the power of the Sword Rings and Sword Intent to it. But isn't this still just Vast Sky?" Yun Xiao raised an eyebrow, not a trace of panic in his eyes. With a casual flick, he too unleashed a Flying Sworda streak of azure light that tore through the sky!
Yun Xiao's pure white, perfect Dao Heart and the colorful lotus Sword Intent of the Heaven Burial Sword Soul seemed to blend seamlessly. The Sword Intent of a million ancestors and the Worldly Dao Heart, along with the cyclical powers of life and death, reached a state of perfect harmony.
His sword looked ordinary, but its movement was extraordinary!
Like a fish darting through the distorted spatial sea, facing monstrous waves yet seemingly in a tranquil world of its own. It glided over the nine-colored chessboard and effortlessly reached Ling Chen in a serene dance.
"Huh?!" Ling Chen's face contorted in shock, hastily dodging. Even a mere turn of his head could cause the spatial space to ripple like waves, attempting to lock down Yun Xiao's Flying Sword.
But he quickly realized that his spatial powers were ineffective against Yun Xiao's sword! The point of azure light passed by him as if on level ground, brushing past his ear.
PUFF! Ling Chen's right ear suddenly burst into a mist of blood! His eyes reddened, his expression twisted in pain as he felt the right side of his face, now drenched in blood. His right ear was, gone!
In contrast, Yun Xiao effortlessly blocked Ling Chen's nine-colored chessboard assault with a single hand, invoking nine spatial vortexes from the Wuji Dao Art!
Victory and defeat were evident from the changing expressions of these two Exiled Sword Immortals.
At that moment, the previously uproarious crowd fell into a stunned silence.
This was starting to become a pattern. Ling Chen would shock them. Then, Yun Xiao would shock Ling Chen in turn
It was but a momentary exchange of Flying Swords, yet a sense of destiny flooded the hearts of all spectators. They knew Ling Chen was a tragic figure defying the heavens in vain!
In some clashes, a single detail could reveal the whole story.
But Ling Chen was clearly not ready to concede defeat! After being bested multiple times, he clung to his confidence until a direct confrontation twisted his mindset, just like the distorted space of the cosmos.
"Again!" Ling Chen growled, his nine-colored Sword Soul transforming into a three-foot-long azure blade. "The Divine Cosmic Sword!" He gazed at the ancient, legendary divine sword, the one thing he had the utmost confidence in!
Ling Chen soared into the air, transforming into a streak of colorful light, and struck fiercely at Yun Xiao. With a crack, the space around him suddenly fractured into nine distinct rifts, each a different color, pressing down upon Yun Xiao.
The sheer scale of this spectacle stunned the spectators anew.
At the center of those nine rifts was the Divine Cosmic Sword, having traversed the void for a million years.
Palm Sword Technique, Sky Rupture!
The crowd gasped in awe.
Without a second thought, Yun Xiao swung his sword, his azure Heaven Burial Sword Soul bursting into a kaleidoscope of colors. With one strike, ten spatial rifts tore upwards like claws, seizing the Divine Cosmic Sword and the nine rifts it created.
An extra rift appeared, ensnaring Ling Chen!
KLANG! The Heaven Burial Sword Soul clashed with the Divine Cosmic Sword!
"Now, shatHUH?" This was the moment Ling Chen had been waiting for, his chance to break Yun Xiao's Sword Soul with the ancient divine sword. However, the very instant the swords collided, Ling Chen's body shuddered. The nine-colored Sword Soul inside him let out a mournful cry and retracted back into his bones!
SLASH! Yun Xiao's Heaven Burial Sword Soul, unopposed, swept upwards, severing Ling Chen's other ear!
THUD! Ling Chen rolled to the ground, narrowly escaping a fatal strike, but inadvertently knelt before Yun Xiao. His forehead struck the ground hard, blood gushing out!
Millions of eyes, frozen, stared in disbelief at this scene. The Sword Ruins were enveloped in an eerie silence.
"I..." Ling Chen even forgot the pain in his ears.
It wasn't the odd looks from around him that shattered him most, but the fact that the Divine Cosmic Sword seemed to have been frightened...
This was the great cosmic sword, containing nine worlds, a mythical blade said to split thousands of realms. How could it possibly be frightened...
Holding his bleeding ears, he looked up dazedly at Yun Xiao, the young man in white whose presence was as calm as water.
At that moment, his hopes for rebirth were thoroughly crushed.
"Yun Xiao, who exactly are you?!" he asked, his voice filled with despair.
After waiting a million years for rebirth, at the peak of his confidence, how could he have stumbled upon such a formidable adversary?
"It's not important." Yun Xiao sheathed his Heaven Burial Sword Soul, looking down at him. "I'll give you one last chance. Become my sword slave, serve me loyally, will you agree?"
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