Chaos Heaven-Dominating Technique

Chapter 464: Chapter 462: You Lost

To put it bluntly, Sword Intent was the manifestation of Ni Jianshuang’s ultimate understanding of the Sword Dao, allowing her to create swords from sheer will to slay her foes. Shen Haoran’s Broken Soul was a sonic attack, which specifically targeted Spiritual Thought and will. The furious sound waves instantly severed the connection between Ni Jianshuang and the longswords formed from her Sword Intent. Without her support, those swords were pathetically weak.

BOOM...

A moment later, the ten longswords floating before Shen Haoran could hold on no longer and exploded. The formidable pressure vanished in an instant, and Shen Haoran felt the weight on his body lift. At the same time, the terrifying sound waves slowly faded away.

COUGH COUGH...

As the sound waves vanished, Shen Haoran began to cough violently. This time, he hadn’t suppressed the power of Broken Soul, instead unleashing its full might. The strain on his throat was immense; one misstep and he could have been struck mute. Fortunately, the technique had worked well enough to neutralize Ni Jianshuang’s attack.

Atop the hill, Ni Jianshuang’s illusory form was still trembling violently. Shen Haoran’s sonic attack had dealt significant damage to her spiritual body. Even now, the deafening roar echoed in her ears, leaving her stunned and unable to recover for a long time.

After a long while, Ni Jianshuang finally recovered. She looked down at Shen Haoran, who was regulating his breath at the foot of the hill, a hint of shock in her eyes. She hadn’t been able to withstand that sonic attack with her consciousness alone. Within that staggering roar, she felt as if she had seen a colossal beast from the Primordial Chaos. Before such a creature, even someone of her caliber could not muster the will to resist.

’This kid...’ Ni Jianshuang now saw Shen Haoran in a new light. ’He’s not as arrogant as he seems. He actually has some skill.’

But even so, he still fell short of her standards. Ni Jianshuang gathered her spiritual consciousness once more. With another wave of her hand, she pointed at Shen Haoran, and the Endless Sword Formation reappeared behind her.

"The bet isn’t over. If you want to win, you’ll have to charge up this hill!" Ni Jianshuang’s icy voice echoed throughout the Endless Sword Domain.

Hearing her words, Shen Haoran slowly rose to his feet. ’She’s right,’ he thought. ’The bet isn’t over, and neither is the fight. This is no time to rest.’

Shen Haoran took a deep breath. A storm of Spiritual Power erupted from the Primordial Small World within his Dantian. Gray mist transformed into streams of pure Spiritual Power, surging through his limbs and into every fiber of his being.

Every cell in his body greedily devoured the Spiritual Power gushing from the Primordial Small World. Soon, his feeling of exhaustion vanished, replaced by a surge of power that reignited his will to fight.

Sensing Shen Haoran’s renewed fighting spirit, a faint smile touched the corner of Ni Jianshuang’s lips. With a single wave of her hand, countless beams of Sword Light erupted from the vortex behind her, swarming toward Shen Haoran.

Seeing this, Shen Haoran showed no intention of dodging. With a powerful flap of the Vermilion Bird Wings on his back, he charged straight up the hill.

As he charged forward, Shen Haoran extended his palms to his sides. A suction force erupted from them, pulling the scattered longswords from the ground into his grasp before he tossed them ahead.

He didn’t seem to be gathering the longswords to block the incoming Sword Light. Instead, he casually tossed them halfway up the slope in what looked like a completely random, messy pattern.

After tossing the last longsword, Shen Haoran abruptly halted his charge up the slope. He then ran toward the scattered blades and, one by one, stomped on the swords that seemed randomly placed but had an odd arrangement.

’What is that kid doing?’ Ni Jianshuang was completely bewildered by his strange actions. But as she watched him stomp the final longsword into the ground, a familiar aura washed over her, and her expression immediately turned grim.

’He’s setting up an array! That kid is actually setting up an array!’ Ni Jianshuang’s brow furrowed as she stared at the chaotic Sword Array below, a tremor of shock in her heart. She was all too familiar with the array Shen Haoran was creating. It was the great formation that guarded the Sword Tomb: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!

’How does he know the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root array?’ Ni Jianshuang’s brow furrowed. Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root was an Earth Tier High Level array, one she had paid a great price to obtain. Its composition involved combining tens of thousands of smaller arrays; setting it up without the Array Map should have been impossible.

Indeed, it was impossible to set up the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect Formation without an Array Map, but that rule didn’t apply to Shen Haoran. Previously, outside the Sword Sea, Shen Haoran had meticulously studied the grand formation in order to break it. While he couldn’t reproduce the true Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, he could still manage a few of its smaller, constituent arrays.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, activate!" As Shen Haoran’s hands moved through a Seal Technique, countless points of Sword Light ignited around him. The sword tips swiveled toward Ni Jianshuang and shot forth in an instant.

Seeing the countless beams of Sword Light rushing toward her, Ni Jianshuang snorted. She swept her elegant hand downward, and the vortex behind her began to slowly rotate. Countless longswords shot out, meeting the sword phantoms formed by the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect Array.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! In an instant, countless beams of Sword Light crashed together in mid-air, the sound of striking steel ringing out. Ni Jianshuang’s Endless Sword Formation collided with Shen Haoran’s Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, and both were annihilated. By turning her own technique back against her, Shen Haoran had rendered the Endless Sword Formation completely useless.

With the Endless Sword Formation no longer blocking his path, Shen Haoran shot forward, charging up the hill at a speed countless times faster than before.

"Stay right there!" Seeing Shen Haoran closing in on the summit, Ni Jianshuang snorted coldly. She reached into one of the vortexes behind her and drew out a purple longsword. She slashed down directly at Shen Haoran, and a massive sword phantom appeared above his head in an instant.

"Heaven-Breaking Kill!" Facing the unstoppable sword phantom, Shen Haoran showed no signs of retreat. He clenched his right fist, and the crimson markings on his Qilin Arm erupted in a brilliant light as he threw the punch.

BOOM!

The sword phantom and the fist’s afterimage collided, unleashing a gale of potent Spiritual Power. The resulting blast of Powerful Qi was no weaker than the Breaking Back Force from Shen Haoran’s earlier Broken Soul technique. The entire hillside collapsed.

"Break!" Shen Haoran roared. His body began to spin rapidly, transforming into a flaming drill that charged toward the sword phantom.

CRACK... CRACK... CRACK... Fissures spread across the purple sword phantom. Finally, under Ni Jianshuang’s shocked gaze, it shattered with a deafening boom. Shen Haoran’s body transformed into a streak of rainbow light, instantly arriving before the throne on the hilltop.

The searing gale slammed into Ni Jianshuang, causing her illusory form to waver. A soft voice sounded in her ear. "You lose." Then, the throne before her was brutally stomped into dust by Shen Haoran.