Chapter 1713: Chapter 1710: The Last Flicker of a Spent Bow
Zhang Nian and those loose cultivators in Qingyuan City all held their breath at this moment.
The surrounding air seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, a suffocating sensation of extreme intensity descended, making everyone feel as if a thousand-pound boulder pressed against their chests.
Many couldn’t help but feel a foreboding premonition in their hearts, like a shadow looming that couldn’t be dispelled.
Just when this overwhelming aura, as if capable of devouring the heavens and earth, climbed to its peak.
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, like an enraged Ancient Fierce Beast, suddenly threw his head back and let out a mighty roar.
The sound was like a great bell exploding, its rolling sound waves surged like a raging tide, sweeping in all directions, causing the eardrums of those present to ache, their heads buzzing.
Some loose cultivators with weaker cultivation levels even turned pale instantly, their steps staggering, nearly unable to stand steadily.
Immediately after.
A dazzling light radiated from the center of his forehead, as if a gate to the Jiuyou Purgatory had been opened, a blood-red Nascent Soul slowly emerged.
The Nascent Soul, resembling his true form, seemed as if carved from the same mold.
Yet it emanated a more eerie and violent aura, surrounded by a blood-red glow, like a fiery blaze that wouldn’t cease, the oppressive force it emitted was terrifying.
"It seems you’ve reached the point of exhaustion, otherwise you wouldn’t resort to an out-of-body Nascent Soul attack!"
Xu Wendong’s face showed a hint of disappointment, as if a peerless master felt indifferent at the mediocre move of his opponent.
He originally thought the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable would unleash some earth-shattering, heaven-altering powerful technique, but never imagined he would use this ordinary out-of-body Nascent Soul attack pattern. To Xu Wendong, it was extremely dull.
As the Nascent Soul departed from the body, a peculiar scene unfolded.
The aura of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s main body showed no sign of diminishing.
The two seemed to be guided by some mysterious and unfathomable force, forming an exceptionally strange resonance, working together, like twin swords achieving seamless unity, their power multiplied.
The Nascent Soul’s hands, swift as a gale, rapidly formed hand seals, moving with such incredible speed, leaving trails of substantial blood shadows in the air.
Each blood shadow seemed to harbor a devastating, mountain-cleaving force, chilling to behold.
Then, its form flickered, like a blood-red meteor, darting towards Xu Wendong with lightning speed.
Where it passed, the void seemed unable to bear this savage force, instantly twisting, like a piece of silk being wrung, stirring up layers of strange ripples.
Seeing this, Xu Wendong’s eyes suddenly sharpened, like a cold star cutting through the night sky, the longsword in his hand seemingly sensing its master’s crisis, buzzing as if urgently responding to the call.
Immediately, his figure moved with ghostly agility, his steps light as if walking on snow without leaving a trace, skillfully dodging the initial assault of the Nascent Soul.
However, the Nascent Soul of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable seemed to possess foresight, able to anticipate his movements.
In mid-air, it suddenly braked, its body spinning rapidly like a top, then changing direction, charging at Xu Wendong once more like a ravenous wolf pouncing on prey.
This time, it opened its tiny yet seemingly all-devouring mouth, spewing a blood-red beam.
The beam, as if condensed from countless grievances, carried an evil force capable of corrosive destruction, like a curse from Hell, shooting straight for Xu Wendong’s chest.
Where it passed, the air seemed to burn, emitting a sizzling sound.
Xu Wendong lightly tapped the ground, as if a dragonfly skimming the surface, sliding a few feet sideways, his longsword following the momentum, a crescent-shaped Sword Qi appearing like a new moon, slicing towards the blood light.
The collision emitted a series of crackling sounds, like a chorus of firecrackers, lively and bright, the blinding light instantly illuminating the night sky, as if daytime had arrived.
But the assault of the Nascent Soul of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable remained relentless, like a relentless fiend swearing not to stop until its goal was achieved.
Seizing the moment of flickering light when vision was hindered, it suddenly thrust its hands forward, a strong wave of Spiritual Power surged like an invisible, all-encompassing giant hand.
Bringing a momentum like a landslide and tidal wave, it bore down on Xu Wendong, trying to crush him into a pulp, to turn him to dust.
Xu Wendong reacted swiftly, like a seasoned war veteran, he positioned his longsword in front of his chest, the blade subtly vibrating, as if gathering strength, blocking the attack of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s Nascent Soul.
But before he could catch his breath and adjust his stance, the main body of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable also moved.
Like a frenzied War God, he wielded a long blade, bringing a rolling tide of blood, like a flood capable of submerging the earth, flanking Xu Wendong from the side.
Where the long blade passed, the ground seemed as fragile as paper, cleaved into a deep gulf, earth and stones splattering, like doomsday arriving, leaving ruins in its wake.
This scene deeply shocked Zhang Nian and those loose cultivators from Qingyuan City.
Like children who had never been exposed to the world, they widened their eyes in astonishment, witnessing for the first time such an earth-shattering mode of attack!
Especially the Nascent Soul of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable, moving as fast as lightning, its passage like thunder and lightning, imparting an overpowering pressure impossible to resist.
Amid the dual onslaught of the Nascent Soul and main body, Xu Wendong remained calm and composed, as if Mount Tai were crumbling before him yet his expression remained unchanged.
His gaze like a torch, as if piercing through layers of fog, he keenly discerned a flaw between the attacks of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s main body and Nascent Soul, like finding a weak link in the enemy’s defense line.
In an instant, the True Qi within him surged like boiling rivers, rushing toward the longsword like thousands of charging troops.
The runes on the sword flared to life, like an awakened ancient beast, shining with blinding light, containing powerful Sword Qi within, ready to burst forth.
With a flick of his wrist, the longsword shot forth like a flood dragon to the sea, carrying an unstoppable momentum, fiercely stabbing at the connection between the Spiritual Power of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable’s Nascent Soul and main body.
This seemingly simple sword stroke concealed profound mystery, tailored to break such coordinated attacks.
Midway, it split into several phantasmal shadows, indistinguishable from reality, enveloping the target like a rain of swords, a splendid sword dance concealing lethal intent.
The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable was greatly astonished, as if witnessing the most unbelievable sight in the world.
He never expected that in such desperate straits, Xu Wendong could still unleash such a fierce counterattack, like a War God finding life at the brink of death.
The Nascent Soul hastily withdrew its hands, rapidly forming hand seals in the air, attempting to consolidate a Blood Shield, like panicked soldiers hurriedly building defenses.
And the main body, abandoning the flanking maneuver, brandished its long blade horizontally with a surge of blood wave power against Xu Wendong’s Sword Rain, as if brute strength contending against finesse.
For a moment.
The continuous clashing sounds of "ding ding clang clang" were like the clash of metals, sparks flying.
Each collision trembled the surrounding air, rising and falling like waves, like a lake struck by a giant stone, stirring layer upon layer of ripples.
However, how could Xu Wendong’s sword be so easily defended against?
