Chapter 1090: Chapter 1089: The Power of Shi Xiaole_1
Even the strongest Ferrying Warriors were no match for Shi Xiaole who possessed the Life-and-Death Martial Way and the Demon Martial Way. The only concern was the Sky Origin Array System on the ship.
However, as the Sky Origin Array System was linked to the heavenly laws, it would not attack others proactively. With this threat out of the picture, Shi Xiaole could not think of any reason to fear the old man.
Remaining silent up until now was merely to observe the reactions of others, which would influence his following decisions.
Fortunately, the Zhan father and son duo had sided with him. In truth, if the two had chosen to stay silent, Shi Xiaole would not have blamed them, for their relationship had not developed to that extent. Yet had that been the case, it would have been the end of their association.
"Aren’t you afraid you might sprain your tongue talking big?"
Hearing Shi Xiaole’s words, the old man narrowed his eyes.
The others were dumbfounded. Was Shi Xiaole insane or just impulsive? What kind of confidence did he have to say such words? Strength? Could he really defeat nine top Heaven Realm Martial Emperors all by himself?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
"I’ll say it one last time, commit suicide."
Shi Xiaole spoke indifferently.
The Zhan father and son looked at each other, completely baffled, but the confidence emanating from Shi Xiaole, as unshakeable as Mount Tai, still managed to fill them with a glimmer of confidence. They quietly gathered their inner strength, ready for a desperate struggle.
"Won’t shed a tear till you’re in the coffin, eh? I want to see where your hardiness comes from. Everyone, attack together!"
The old man laughed furiously, his laughter hideously twisted as he waved his hand. The ten top Earthly Realm Ferrying Warriors from the fifth floor coupled with the eight top Heaven Realm Ferrying Warriors from the sixth floor all simultaneously charged at Shi Xiaole. The ferocious surge of their energy had hardly started when an array light screen appeared on the walls of the hall.
The air was like a muddy swamp, stirred into chaos by all kinds of Vigorous Air.
Including the Cold Crow Ancestor, everyone had initially planned to follow the old man’s orders, but with their level of strength, they couldn’t even advance and had to hastily retreat while trying to activate their protective Vigorous Air. But as soon as the Vigorous Air appeared, it shattered into pieces when the energy brushing past their bodies shocked them, turning their faces pale with horror.
As the target of the attack, the space around Shi Xiaole cracked inch by inch, looking like glass that had been shattered by a hammer, with the Vigorous Air hitting the inner walls and rebounding with even greater force towards Shi Xiaole.
"Xuanji Destiny Sword!"
And it was not over yet, the old man too made his move. With a sword infused with ninety percent of his power, it surged forward like a tide, ready to pass the merciless judgement of fate on any opponent who dared to stand in its way.
The Zhan father and son felt their hair stand on end, their very souls chilled to the core. In this dire situation, a tragic but resigned emotion welled up in their hearts. They laughed loudly, ready to draw their swords from their sheaths.
But someone was faster, much faster.
Shi Xiaole!
No one saw exactly when he gripped his sword. His taut, elongated fingers seemed to hold a power capable of overturning seas and rivers, unleashing fully at that moment.
Amidst the intertwining colors of Vigorous Air, as if in a kaleidoscope of shattered space, Shi Xiaole’s thoughts were steady, as immovable as a mountain. He and his sword had become one, yet it was not simply a case of man-sword unity but something even more profound. The sword was an extension of himself, and he was a manifestation of the sword. They could both be the sword, and both be the man.
Szzzz...
An invisible layer of Sword Qi formed a film in front of Shi Xiaole, and as Vigorous Air struck it, countless tiny, multicolored sparkles burst forth, a fantastically dreamy sight.
Clang!
The Cleansing Evil Sword was sheathed.
What? The sword had never been drawn; how could it be sheathed?
This incredibly swift, bizarre moment should have been invisible to all, yet everyone saw it clearly. Almost simultaneously, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.
A long, silver sword light stretched from the left side of the hall to the right, cutting the hall evenly into two halves, regardless of the angle of view, and the eighteen Ferrying Warriors perfectly formed the eighteen nodes of the silver sword light.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Sparks flew, and three Ferrying Warriors were sent flying, while six resisted the Sword Qi; the remaining nine were unaffected, yet, due to the sudden calamity, their Vigorous Air greatly missed its mark, recoiling onto the latter nine.
Boom!!
The entire hall erupted in a blinding flash of light that could dazzle one’s eyes, and the old man’s sword glow was directly crushed in this wave. By this time, Shi Xiaole had already taken advantage of the weaker aftermath, ferried the Zhan family father and son to safety, and successfully hid on the next floor.
At the same time, the Sky Origin Array System was fully triggered, instantly absorbing all the energy.
"Pfft!"
Cold Crow Ancestor and others had blood pouring from their mouths and noses; their bodies were torn in many places, crashed against the inner walls, and then viciously slammed onto the ground, taking quite a while to struggle to their feet, their faces filled with horror.
If it weren’t for the Sky Origin Array System showing its might just now, eight or nine out of ten of them would have been blown to ashes without any chance of survival. The old man was too insane, totally indifferent to their lives and deaths.
But what everyone couldn’t comprehend was the scene they had just witnessed; as they thought this, Shi Xiaole and the Zhan family father and son had already reappeared alive and well at the wooden staircase entrance, their breath slightly disrupted, but even their clothes were without any damage.
My God!
"Just now, what exactly happened?"
"It was the sword’s speed that was too fast; the old man and the others didn’t move, Shi Xiaole had already struck with his sword, what we saw was just his afterimage."
Everyone was stupefied.
They were shocked, and the old man was equally shocked; the smugness on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an indescribable jealousy and panic.
"You demon, kill, kill them all for me!"
The old man swung his sword frantically, the sword light fierce, pushing his martial strength to the limit; the eighteen Ferrying Warriors were also exceedingly valiant, fighting recklessly as if trading life for life.
Without retreating, not breaking through one by one, Shi Xiaole advanced instead of retreating. On his way, he unsheathed the Cleansing Evil Sword; this time everyone saw clearly, yet again they did not, only perceiving a blur of sword light flash by.
In a series of chaotic clinks, three more Ferrying Warriors were swept away.
The second sword light.
The third sword light.
Nine Ferrying Warriors were forced to retreat explosively, all happening in an instant. No matter how strong these Ferrying Warriors were, they could not catch even one strike from Shi Xiaole!
"Impossible, it’s fake, all of it is fake!"
The old man yelled frantically, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.
The sword force was still the same, but why, why had Shi Xiaole’s attack speed become so fast, fast to an inhuman extent, too fast for anyone to resist? He refused to believe Shi Xiaole possessed such strength.
"Nothing’s impossible."
With an indifferent gaze toward the old man, Shi Xiaole switched from one hand to both hands, and with a continuously burgeoning sword momentum, he dragged the Cleansing Evil Sword in a cross-cut, followed by a vertical slash, and finally a direct stab, the three sword strikes seeming to be issued simultaneously.
Clang!
Whoosh!
The old man parried the first sword strike, his body seeming to reach a breaking point under pressure, suddenly sidestepping as the sword edge of the second strike grazed past his face.
Hiss!
But by the third strike, he had no more strength left to resist; amid the crisp sound of the sword piercing flesh, the old man felt as if his body was being cleaved in half, retreating all the while, blood mist spraying like rain, and he let out a beast-like howl of pain.
