novelden Chapter 169 Your sword intent is not domineering enough
Chapter 169 Your sword intent is not domineering enough
The arrogant voice rang out again, tinged with ruthlessness, like a merciless death sentence.
At the command, a dark figure darted out of the carriage like lightning, so fast that it left only a blur.
This man was none other than Long Yi, whom he had mentioned. The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly, and he exuded a chilling killing intent, as if he were a death god who had walked out of hell.
His eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty as he stared straight at Po Yue, as if he were already dead.
Po Yue's face was ashen, his hands gripping the Panlong Staff tightly, his aura suddenly surging as he charged headlong at Long Yi, his eyes filled with fearless determination. However, in just one exchange, Long Yi's purest sword intent was revealed.
His movements were like a ghost, so fast that they were almost invisible. His long sword left layers of sword shadows in the air as he attacked Po Yue from multiple tricky angles at the same time.
Po Yue felt an overwhelming and terrifying force surging towards him. Before he could react, he was blasted away by the sword energy infused with sharp sword intent.
His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew uncontrollably through the air in an arc before being blasted away several miles away, crashing into the ground somewhere on the outskirts of the city and creating a deep crater.
With this blow, Po Yue's meridians were severed inch by inch, and blood gushed uncontrollably from his seven orifices. He was on the verge of death, barely breathing.
Long Yi, sword in hand, was already in front of Po Yue in the next instant, but just when he thought Po Yue was doomed, something miraculous happened.
A soft and warm light suddenly emanated from Po Yue's body, like the warm spring sun, full of vitality, and instantly enveloped his entire body.
As Long Yi was surprised, his longsword was drawn again, carrying an invincible sharpness that charged straight at the mountain, but it was deflected far away by the gentle light.
Enveloped in this light, Po Yue's severed meridians healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his wounds quickly returned to normal. In the blink of an eye, he stood up full of energy.
Looking at Long Yi in front of him, Po Yue sneered inwardly.
"Want to kill me? Not so easy. Young Master has placed a life blessing divine power within us. Combined with his life law, it can not only enhance our strength but also heal our injuries at any time."
Having narrowly escaped death, Po Yue's heart was filled with burning fighting spirit.
At this moment, Tuoba Xun'er, Lu Xuefeng, and two experts from the Thirteen Heroes quickly arrived and stood shoulder to shoulder with Po Yue. Together with the old man in black and the mysterious man with whom they had clashed earlier, the seven of them completely surrounded Long Yi.
Each of these seven individuals possesses terrifying strength equivalent to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage; any one of them could cause a huge uproar in Qingmu City.
Long Yi remained calm and fearless. He stood proudly in the encirclement, his longsword trembling slightly and emitting a buzzing sound, as if declaring its fighting spirit to everyone.
His eyes revealed an innate pride and disdain, as if the seven people in front of him were a group of insignificant lackeys.
"Long Yi, quickly deal with them and take the Dragon Soul Sword!" The carriage reappeared in everyone's sight, and the person inside spoke again.
The battle erupted, and the seven attacked simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of powerful spells and attacks upon Long Yi like a storm.
Tuoba Xun'er's red ribbon, like a nimble fire serpent, wrapped in scorching spiritual power and accompanied by a whooshing sound, swept towards Long Yi; Lu Xuefeng's spear was wreathed in flames, its blade flashing with a deadly cold light, aimed straight at Long Yi's vitals.
Po Yue gripped the Panlong Staff tightly and charged towards Long Yi with unstoppable momentum, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Two of the Thirteen Heroes also unleashed their signature supernatural powers, and for a moment, magical light flashed, dazzling the eyes.
The old man in black exuded a strong, intoxicating spiritual energy, and unleashed the "Drunken Immortal's Bewildering Hand," his figure becoming illusory as he attacked Long Yi from different directions.
The mysterious man unleashed his full power of wind magic, unleashing a howling gale and countless wind blades raining down on Long Yi, carving deep trenches into the ground wherever they passed.
Faced with this overwhelming attack, Long Yi simply snorted and unleashed his sword intent without reservation, forming an invisible yet indestructible sword domain.
His figure darted swiftly through the sword domain, leaving only afterimages. His longsword moved with impenetrable speed, each swing precisely deflecting the attacks of the crowd and even seizing opportunities to launch fierce counterattacks.
Long Yi's swordsmanship had reached a level of unparalleled skill; his sword intent seemed to be omnipresent, permeating the entire battlefield.
His figure moved back and forth among the crowd as if he were in an empty place. Every sword thrust carried earth-shattering power and a tricky, precise angle, making it impossible for the crowd to defend against.
The old man in black was struck by Long Yi's sword energy, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was as if struck by lightning, staggering backward. The mysterious man was injured by Long Yi's sword intent, with several bloody marks appearing on his body, staining his clothes red and turning his face ashen. Tuoba Xun'er and the others were also injured to varying degrees, their bodies covered in blood, their hearts filled with shock and fear. They never expected that Long Yi's strength would be so terrifying; even with the combined efforts of the seven of them, they were still forced to retreat step by step, utterly powerless to fight back.
The outcome of this battle was predetermined from the start. Long Yi crushed everyone with his absolute strength, showing them all how terrifying he was.
"No one in this realm can withstand my sword. I advise you all to hand over the Dragon Soul Sword and not court death!"
Long Yi stood proudly on the spot, looking down at the group of experts. With a stretch of his right hand, he had already grabbed the old man in black.
"If you know what's good for you, hand over the Dragon Soul Sword and the Spirit Orb!"
"I'll hand it in, I'll hand it in!"
The old man in black, who had previously maintained his composure, handed the two treasures to Long Yi without hesitation.
The latter quickly handed the two treasures to the young man in the yellow robe in the carriage.
"We've got the treasure! Kill them all!"
The young man in the yellow robe spoke, his voice filled with coldness and ruthlessness.
Long Yi was about to make a move when, at that critical moment, a clear voice rang out.
"You've already got the treasure, and you still want to kill my people? That's not right."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a stunningly handsome young man appear quietly, followed by two peerless beauties holding swords.
The moment Tuoba Xun'er saw this young master, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
It was Han Yi who arrived. He clapped his hands lightly at Long Yi, a faint smile on his face.
"So this is sword intent? It's very strong! But it lacks a bit of domineering power!"
As he spoke, Han Yi closed his eyes slightly, casually tracing a line in the air with his finger, and a sword aura shot towards Long Yi like lightning.
Long Yi's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly used a move to defend himself. However, the next second, his attack was shattered by Han Yi's sword energy.
Surprisingly, after shattering Long Yi's attack, the sword energy vanished without causing any damage to the surrounding area.
In fact, Han Yi had already quietly arrived when the old man in black began to show signs of intoxication.
He originally came to observe the artistic conception of several Nascent Soul masters. With his exceptional talent and understanding of the fundamental laws of life, he could learn their attacks and spells with just a glance.
"I promised someone I would defend this city for them. If any of you dare to act recklessly and cause trouble here, I won't be so polite." Han Yi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.
"You audacious madman, do you know who I am?" The young man in the yellow robe in the carriage was furious, his voice sharp and filled with an arrogant sense of superiority.
He was the prince of Hua Kingdom, and in his daily life he was second only to the emperor, enjoying the highest honors. He had never suffered such humiliation before. Today, someone dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, which made him feel that his dignity had been greatly challenged.
Han Yi remained calm, his eyes revealing indifference and disdain, and responded without any politeness.
"If you don't leave in three breaths, don't even think about leaving!"
His tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.
Given Han Yi's personality, he wouldn't make any concessions just because the other party was a prince. If this so-called prince uttered another word of nonsense, he would definitely strike in the next second and kill him on the spot.
Upon hearing Han Yi's words, Long Yi's expression shifted between light and dark as he silently weighed the situation in his mind.
He knew full well that Han Yi's strength was unfathomable, far beyond what he and the prince could contend with. After a slight hesitation, he acted decisively, grabbing the young man in yellow robes. Spiritual energy surged beneath his feet, and in a flash, he abandoned the carriage and swiftly flew away.
The young man in the yellow robe was clearly unwilling, his face full of resentment, and he still wanted to struggle and resist, muttering, "How can this prince let it go like this? I will definitely make you pay the price..." However, just as he was about to continue his suicide attempt, Long Yi whispered in his ear, "Your Highness, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. We have already obtained the treasure. Let's leave this place first and make further plans."
Hearing Long Yi's words, although his face still showed anger and resentment, he knew that if he continued to provoke Han Yi, it would be asking for trouble. So he had no choice but to suppress his anger and leave with Long Yi.
The mysterious man and the old man in black dared not linger and left one after the other.
Watching Long Yi and the young man in yellow robes walk away, Su Yao was still full of doubts and couldn't help but ask again, "Are we just letting them go so easily? The Dragon Soul Sword is still in their hands. When are we going to go and take it back?"
Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, a confident smile playing on his lips, and said unhurriedly, "Don't be impatient. Do they think they're done once they get the Dragon Soul Sword? Hmph, that's just wishful thinking on their part. Rest assured, everything is going according to plan. I will get the Dragon Soul Sword back sooner or later; it's not time yet."
His voice was steady and powerful, as if everything was under his control.