Chapter 213 - 157: Foundation Establishment Battle

Chapter 213: Chapter 157: Foundation Establishment Battle

"I’ve heard you enjoy seeking justice for others. But the Moyun Sect never gave you your justice, nor did the Righteous path of the Great Yue Country. Even the people you helped haven’t appeared here today. They’ve probably already forgotten your kindness. That is why you are fated to fight alone."

Wuhuan Daoist spoke slowly, his voice clear and gentle. It held none of the saber-rattling tension of the moment, sounding instead like a respected elder teaching the ways of the world.

"And how are you any better? You’re just a sacrificial lamb... nothing more."

Chen Xiaorong wasted no more words, gripping her sword and flying toward her target. She didn’t cultivate Magic and never used Talismans or other Magical Artifacts. For her, there was only the sword.

Wuhuan Daoist did not reply, not even to refute her. What Chen Xiaorong said was the truth.

SHING, SHING, SHING.

With a few simple swings, she unleashed Sword Gangs nearly ten meters long, which shot toward her enemy at incredible speed. Wuhuan Daoist, however, simply formed a seal with his right hand, summoning a protective mist that enveloped a twenty-meter space around him.

Whenever a Sword Gang flew into the blood mist, the grating sound of colliding Energy would ring out. The blood mist would roil, shockwaves spreading out in layers before it rapidly contracted again.

Chen Xiaorong knew that to strike her enemy, she had to break through this layer of blood-colored mist. She formed a Dharma Seal with both hands, and Mana from her body poured ceaselessly into the Suwen longsword, positioned a foot in front of her.

Immediately after, the Suwen longsword shot upward, constantly absorbing the Energy and heat emanating from the Sun while in mid-air. At the same time, it devoured the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power like a whale gulping water.

The next second, the Suwen longsword changed direction and plummeted like a meteor. Its edge emitted a golden Sword Gang, and countless such Sword Gangs interwove, converging into a Golden Giant Sword about three hundred meters long and three meters wide. The surface of the blade radiated the energy of a brilliant sun, as if a second sun had appeared in the sky.

"The power of the Sun, to burn rivers and boil seas! This Sword Move is called... Extreme Yang of Summer!"

Chen Xiaorong spoke softly, and the magnificent Golden Giant Sword plunged directly into the blood-colored mist. The mist instinctively tried to resist; the entire mass trembled uneasily as if it were alive, converging toward its center.

But the Giant Sword shattered into thousands of golden Sword Qi. Each strand of Sword Qi possessed incredibly formidable power—the Extreme Yang Power of the Sun, a natural counter to this evil blood mist. Brilliant Sword Auras thrashed about inside the blood mist, strangling it, as if trying to evaporate it into nothingness.

A ball of golden flame ignited in the center of the blood mist, destroying all of its Vitality.

WHOOSH.

A bloody light shot out from the mist, materializing into the figure of Wuhuan Daoist. He appeared to be completely unharmed, though the crimson glow on the surface of his Magic Robe had dimmed considerably. Clearly, withstanding Chen Xiaorong’s attack had not been easy for him.

"The Golden Core True Man from the Upper Sect was right in his analysis. If you are allowed to continue growing, you will undoubtedly become a grave threat to the Demon Path."

It wasn’t that the three sects of the Demon Path could not tolerate a genius. But if that genius was filled with a righteous aura, loved to slay demons and defend the righteous way, and had mastered Extreme Yang Techniques that countered the Demon Path, then she was fated to be unacceptable to them.

"Blood God Saber."

A cut appeared on Wuhuan Daoist’s wrist. A thick, bloody qi gushed from the wound and coalesced in his hand into a long, scarlet saber. This was his Defiled Blood Saber.

Wuhuan Daoist had successfully begun Refining it at the age of eighteen. After more than eighty years of painstaking effort, he had raised the Defiled Blood Saber to the level of a Middle Grade Magical Treasure. It possessed two powers: tearing open wounds upon a successful strike and devouring blood.

As the Defiled Blood Saber appeared, a great deal of Blood Evil Qi emerged in the surrounding space.

He wielded the saber with both hands and engaged Chen Xiaorong in a tangled fray. In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over a hundred moves. Each clash caused the surrounding space to distort slightly, with ripples spreading outward.

The fierce collision of Sword Qi and saber light produced deafening, metallic clashes. The two figures weaved past each other, constantly changing positions. Their movements were so swift that Zhao Zuo could barely track their figures.

In an instant, saber light flashed and Sword Qi crisscrossed. The aftershocks of their battle spread for nearly a thousand meters before finally fading away.

Zhao Zuo was two kilometers away from the battle, yet he could still feel the two powerful auras, each strong enough to threaten his life.

Chen Xiaorong’s sword moved like wind and rain—fast and dense. Each Slash was accompanied by the sound of thunder, and wisps of purple electricity arced and leaped from her blade. Wuhuan Daoist’s century of Cultivation was naturally profound as well. In a flash of saber light, he transformed into an unstoppable blood shadow and aimed directly for Chen Xiaorong’s heart.

Facing the enemy’s sudden, accelerated assault, Chen Xiaorong remained perfectly composed. She swung her sword to block, its blade tracing a slight arc as if to flick her opponent’s long saber away.

"COUGH, COUGH... You are a Realm lower than me, yet you can fight me on equal footing. I am your inferior."

Wuhuan Zhenren used a Flying Escape to retreat a hundred meters, hovering in mid-air to regulate his aura. He had to admit that he couldn’t defeat the person before him with conventional means. He would have to use a life-consuming Forbidden Technique.

"There’s still a whole Realm between us. Killing him is a bit of a pain." Chen Xiaorong’s brow furrowed slightly, and she looked displeased. But the expression vanished from her face in an instant, her eyes becoming resolute.

"Blood Burning Technique!"

This was a Forbidden Technique secretly passed down in the Blood River Sect. It was divided into Blood Burning, Dismantling, and Chaotic Soul. What Wuhuan was using now was the Blood Burning Secret Technique, which had the lowest cost. The price was one’s own Cultivation; if he burned it for too long, he would drop a Realm and lose part of his lifespan.

This time, his speed increased further. He transformed into a blood shadow, moving several times faster than the speed of sound without creating a sonic boom. His speed now faintly surpassed what Chen Xiaorong had displayed.

"Spring Rain."

The fine rain was dense and extremely fast. This was a swift sword technique.

It was fast for both offense and defense. Chen Xiaorong was using the fine rain for defense, knowing full well that Wuhuan Daoist could not maintain his current state for long.

The fine rain formed a seamless, spherical barrier. It was a defense without any openings. There was only one way to break this Sword Move: shatter it with brute force.

But Wuhuan Daoist, using only the Blood Burning technique, could not do it.

"Blood Soul Burst!"

With a simple wave of his hand, scarlet blood flew out and landed on the rain-like defensive screen, setting off a series of terrifying explosions. The shockwaves threw Chen Xiaorong back nearly a hundred meters, but when the bloody mist from the explosions cleared, the fine rain barrier was still intact.

Wuhuan Daoist’s aura was rapidly weakening. He took a deep breath as cracks began to appear on his skin. Scarlet blood flowed from the wounds, dyeing him into a man of blood. That same blood began to burn on his skin and within his flesh.

"Dismantling Technique!"

Using this technique would invariably cost him thirty years of his lifespan and cause him to drop a Realm!

"Blood God Saber."

He once again transformed into a bloody light and appeared before Chen Xiaorong, bringing his saber down in a furious top-to-bottom slash. A terrifying amount of power was concentrated on a single point. Bloody flames, driven by immense force, burned against the barrier formed by the fine rain.

KRAK.

The defense shattered. Chen Xiaorong’s expression did not change, but a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, and the webbing between her thumb and index finger split open.

But her eyes remained resolute, without a hint of wavering. The shattering of her Spring Rain was within her expectations. This was not yet a desperate situation.

"Chaotic Soul!"

After a moment’s hesitation, Wuhuan chose to erupt with even more power, igniting his own Divine Soul. He had already burned a massive amount of his blood essence using the Blood Burning technique, making a Realm-drop highly likely. Adding the guaranteed Realm-drop from the Dismantling Technique, he knew his own death was now a certainty.

’Even if I’m lucky enough to survive, I’ll just be a cripple with little time left to live. Better to die fighting.’

At this moment, his aura was comparable to the Late Period of Foundation Establishment. This was a chasm that could no longer be bridged by mere skill. Chen Xiaorong knew it was time for her to risk everything as well.

"I have a sword, named Jade Shattering. It will decide victory and defeat, and determine life and death!"

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