Chapter 1014: Chapter 1012: My Blade Tip Has Broken
Here’s the translation result:
A young human stood against the attack of five divine geniuses.
No one would believe this scene if spoken of.
Not only that, with one sword slash, he triggered a catastrophe of the heavens, pouring rain over millions of miles.
Puchi!
Five divine geniuses were severely injured.
The Sword Image Power completely entered their bodies, suppressing everything inside them, the Bloodline Power, Life Origin...
Everyone was stunned.
"Unbelievable..." A human cultivator gasped.
"Is he also a Great Emperor?"
"No!"
"Quasi-Emperor Realm..."
"A Quasi-Emperor Realm human severely injured five Divine Clan Emperor Realm." No one could remain calm, the scene was too terrifying.
Under the rain catastrophe, that young man was also severely wounded, coughing out great blood, face pale, with his hand trembling while holding the sword hilt.
Bright red blood, flowing down his sleeve, mingling with rain as it seeped into the soil.
With this strike, he almost exhausted everything.
The cost was immense.
But the result was worth it, five divine geniuses severely injured by his strike, life waning, the Sword Image Power continuing to disintegrate them.
If nothing unexpected happens, they will soon fall.
But this is the Ancient Road, and ahead lies a city, many alliance powerhouses, and stronger Divine Clan members. Could there really be no surprises?
A large number of Divine Clan strongmen rushed out from the city: "Protect the young master."
"Kill..." On the Wuji Sect’s side, the elder quickly made a decision and issued an order.
Three hundred men charged forward.
But neither the Divine Clan nor the Wuji Sect could approach the battlefield.
Because the Power of Catastrophe was still there, engulfing the area, constantly strangling the young man.
He grew weaker.
Damn it!
The Divine Clan side grew more anxious.
The Wuji Sect side was also worried, the elderly man strained to look, slightly opened his mouth, unable to find the words to express.
Finally, only a sentence: "Child, do not be afraid." He turned back, finding the youngest person in the team, then loudly said: "Go back and notify the Sect Master, quickly!"
The young man felt a buzzing in his ears from his words, unbearably bitter, but still left as fast as possible.
"What is your name?" the elder asked.
The young man remained silent.
Three hundred people fell silent, suddenly choking up, sensing something. This young man was determined to die coming here.
It must be so.
If not, he wouldn’t have executed that sword strike, bringing forth this terrifying catastrophe.
Is he giving up on himself?
Why?
He could clearly still live.
Clearly so powerful, alive, he could kill more Divine Clan strongmen.
Why not live well?
Why does he persist in silence, not revealing his identity, or leaving even a single name?
Too calm.
This calmness is too unusual, suffocating every human cultivator deeply.
At this moment!
Standing on the wall, witnessing the battle, Qian Lin slowly stood up, stepping through the air to come here.
"Lord Qian Lin, please help save our young master..."
"Lord Qian Lin, take action!"
"Lord?" A group of anxious Divine Clan strongmen shouted.
But Qian Lin remained unmoved, even deaf, unseen, deep in his gaze emerged murky pain.
Long-lost memories welled up in his heart, like drinking strong liquor...
He is still so stubborn, just like when he was young.
The young man raised his head, and finally... an emotionless countenance showed waves of emotion, struggling to look, anticipating, anxious, painful, wistful, and desperate...
His emotional changes were not concealed.
But all the waves soon returned to calm, he looked at Qian Lin who stepped forward, hoarsely said: "I once knew a person, he was imposing and vigorous, the strongest man in the Wasteland."
"He swore to guard the mortal world, drive out the Divine Clan, returning a peaceful era to the Human Clan..."
"He taught me many truths and also taught me the Sword Dao."
"He personally forged this Sword Box for me, imprinting many Sword Dao Taoist marks with the power of a Great Emperor..."
"Later he went far away, never to return, leaving me alone in the Wasteland, clinging to the Sword Box every day."
"Afterward, I visited many places, where he once fought, slayed many enemies, quelled internal chaos in the Wasteland, suppressed great evils."
"His figure was lofty like a mountain, someone I admired, someone I worshipped."
"But one day, he changed." Upon saying this, tears like rain ran down the young man’s face, yet the heavy rain made it inconspicuous.
A hoarse voice began to choke and tremble.
Despite this, he still maintained his calm, even if it was a guise.
"The first truth he taught me was that destiny is like a blade’s tip, always moving forward." The young man slowly raised a trembling hand.
Displayed the sword hilt in his palm, very simple, much of its color faded, unimaginable that just this hilt severely wounded five Divine Clan Emperor Realm.
His lips purple, still hoarse as he said: "My blade tip broke, I severed it myself..."
"This sword once had a name, now Nameless."
"I too had a name, but now, also Nameless..."
At this moment, several Divine Clan strongmen grew angry: "What are you rambling about with him? Lord Qian Lin? Why haven’t you taken action to kill him yet?"
Because the five lying on the ground became increasingly weak, their Life Origin quickly waning, time was running out.
Peng!
Qian Lin’s gaze turned cold, icily sharp, one hand pierced the Void, grabbing those speaking Divine Clan strongmen, immediately snapping their necks.
The power of the Great Emperor surged inside, crushing the body, obliterating the Divine Soul.
Everyone was terrified.
What just happened?
Weren’t they allies?
Why did this alliance Emperor Realm suddenly strike against the Divine Clan strongmen?
A group of Golden Soldiers were dumbfounded.
Three hundred Wuji Sect strongmen were also stunned, only a few sensed something unusual, this young man spoke a lot upon seeing the alliance Emperor Realm.
They knew each other.
After a brief shock, the remaining Divine Clan strongmen exclaimed: "Are you fucking crazy?"
Qian Lin ignored them, his gaze returning to the young man, trying to curve his lips, to squeeze out a smile.
But his face was too stern, sharply defined, his chin like a carved blade, giving a feeling of seriousness, coldness, and dignity.
The attempted smile appeared particularly awkward.
"This sword, Heaven’s Rain." Qian Lin slightly opened his mouth.
"That was long ago."
"First end this catastrophe!" Qian Lin signaled diffuse pain.
"I still have to kill someone, kill someone abandoned by everyone, kill a traitor of the Human Clan, kill a liar who differentiates neither good nor evil, willing to be a dog of the Divine Clan." The calm young man suddenly grew angry, his whole body trembling.
In his deep eyes, a few drops of blood tears flowed.
Before Qian Lin could speak, he once again gripped the sword hilt, roaring like a beast: "I want you to kneel on this land, to confess to all of the Human Clan."
ps: Destiny is like a blade’s tip, always moving forward.
