Chapter 213: Chapter 198: Each Their Own
Amidst the aura of death, life blossomed.
A vibrant, eerie flower bloomed in the ghostly domain of the Nine Netherworlds.
In the instant where life and death intersected, the very moment life began to sprout, an unimaginable power erupted from both body and spirit.
This shift from death to life was as monumental as the splitting of heaven and earth.
This potent eruption came with a completely unpredictable attack trajectory.
Even Zhao Yuan, in his current state, couldn’t track his opponent’s movements. He only felt a terrifying Gang Qi manifest from the void beside him, slashing toward the Golden Dragon’s vital point—which, on his own body, was his neck!
Fast! Precise! Ruthless!
From the very start of their confrontation, Zhao Yuan revealed his trump card, activating the Three-nine Secret Skill to manifest the Three-Clawed Golden Dragon.
With Beichuan Cyan Wood’s keen perception, he could naturally sense just how powerful Zhao Yuan had become. Thus, when he struck, he held nothing back!
Zhao Yuan had once watched Zhao Xuanqi fight Cangtian Yishi of the One Heart Style. Cangtian Yishi’s No Return technique was said to rival a full-power strike from one of the Three Celestial Assassins, but looking at this now, that claim seemed laughable.
The Netherworld Thoughtless Style, unlike the One Heart Style, was not a Sword Way famed for its Iaido. But as the saying goes, mastery in one thing leads to understanding in all. The power of the Iaido Beichuan Cyan Wood now displayed surpassed even that of Cangtian Yishi.
SWISH!!
Before the Sword Qi even reached him, what struck first was the Sword Momentum fused within it!
The Three-Clawed Golden Dragon was the first to clash with this Sword Momentum that had appeared from nowhere.
First, Zhao Yuan felt an intense aura of death, one that seemed capable of corroding all things. Then, mixed within that deathly aura, was a sliver of vitality. It was like a tender sprout forcing its way through the earth; it could push aside a thousand-pound boulder and crack the hardest stone.
This was the power of life.
Driven by this power, Beichuan Cyan Wood’s Sword Momentum was truly unstoppable!
RIP!
As the Nether Qi spread, the Golden Dragon’s vital point was instantly sliced open. The Sword Qi drove deep into the wound in its aura. A black gas billowed out, and within it, something began to grow—a bewitching flower that clung like a maggot to bone, siphoning its host’s nutrients to empower itself.
Netherworld Sword Momentum, the Nether God Flower blooms!
A breach in the vital point of one’s aura would inevitably cause a Martial Artist’s Spirit to tremble, destabilizing their mind and drastically reducing their power. With this strike, Beichuan Cyan Wood was seventy percent confident he could land a killing blow!
Though Beichuan Cyan Wood’s face was ruined, leaving him blind and mute, he had a crystal-clear grasp of the situation!
The Netherworld Thoughtless Style used the intent of death to bring forth life, making it an incredibly potent method for training the Spirit. Beichuan Cyan Wood’s Sword Way was certainly formidable—enough to suppress Jiang Yixin, the No Thought Sword and one of the Seven General Stars, with his Sword Techniques alone. However, his greatest strength was the Spiritual Secret Technique he unleashed in tandem with his attacks!
When the Nether God Flower bloomed, the intent of death would spread, corroding the will of the living and turning it into sustenance for the flower.
This was why the Profound Ocean Society considered him an insurance policy for this battle; he had a fighting chance against either Xiang Ji or Zhao Yuan!
’What a bizarre Spiritual Secret Technique!!’
Zhao Yuan’s pupils shrank. In his Three-Clawed Golden Dragon state, his aura was so dense it was almost tangible, yet his opponent had sliced through it in a single move, silent and seemingly without any resistance.
’However... you want to use a Spiritual Secret Technique against me?!’
ROAR!!
The Three-Clawed Golden Dragon let out a furious roar, and brilliant golden light erupted. The budding Nether God Flower and the soil of the Netherworld it grew from were completely engulfed by the golden light and vanished without a trace. As for the wound on the Golden Dragon’s vital point, it healed the very instant it was cut open, with no delay whatsoever.
And Zhao Yuan’s consciousness was completely unaffected by the attack!
The Dragon is the totem of the Divine Land, the symbol of the supreme sovereign of the mortal world. It reigns from high in the heavens, enacting the will of the cosmos. Like the blazing sun, it is magnificent and majestic. Before its gaze, all demonic auras scatter; it is impervious to all evil!
From the San Jiu stage of the Primordial Dragon Secret Technique onward, once the Golden Dragon appears, no one can suppress it with spiritual power or aura!
This was the aura of the supreme sovereign!!
The Primordial Dragon Secret Technique had been lost to the world for many years, only reemerging in recent times. The Neon Nation believed they had completely fathomed its secrets, but they had no idea that Zhao Yuan was still holding a trump card.
He was no brute like Xiang Ji.
SWISH!!
The Golden Dragon raised its claw and swiped down, instantly grabbing for the arm with which Beichuan Cyan Wood was slashing.
But in that instant, Beichuan Cyan Wood’s arm abruptly vanished, and along with it, his terrifying aura.
In a flash, Beichuan Cyan Wood disappeared like a phantom.
SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!!
That momentary clash had told him a great deal. Realizing his most powerful spiritual aura was useless against Zhao Yuan, he immediately switched tactics.
This time, he retracted his spiritual aura completely, relying instead on pure physical power.
No life, only death.
It was hard to believe he was human. He seemed to have no breath, no heartbeat; Zhao Yuan couldn’t even sense any killing intent from him.
Combined with his bizarre Body Technique and Swordsmanship, it was impossible for Zhao Yuan to track his movements or the trajectories of his attacks.
Countless flashes of Sword Light slashed at him from all directions, their bizarre angles making them nearly impossible to defend against.
Nether Ghosts and Spirits!
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
In just three seconds, more than a dozen sword wounds appeared on Zhao Yuan’s body, splattering blood everywhere.
His blood, however, was not red, but a pale gold. The wounds were already healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The power of his Secret Technique, while not comparable to Shechuan Ancient’s regenerative abilities, was still terrifying.
However, such regenerative power inevitably consumed a massive amount of Physical Ability and could not be sustained for long.
’In this situation, I can’t let myself get tied down by Beichuan Cyan Wood for too long.’
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