The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1936: Chapter 2033: Liao Can Sheng’s Move

Facing Liao Can Sheng’s formidable offensive of nine simultaneous sword attacks, Qi Liansheng remained unruffled, surrounded by a swirl of golden flames, holding the Red Feather Twin Swords in his hands.

Qi Liansheng kept swinging the twin swords in his hands, blocking each of the nine famous swords that came at him, with none managing to get even close to him.

Liao Can Sheng moved, casually grasping one of the nine swords to launch a direct attack at Qi Liansheng, while the other eight famous swords circled around Liao Can Sheng’s body.

The two began to duel within the Ancient Demon Ridge, with fearsome sword Qi devastating the surrounding peaks.

Only the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree stood intact there, unaffected in the slightest, even when powerful sword Qi struck it, unable to cause even a ripple.

After a while of fighting, Liao Can Sheng felt somewhat heavy-hearted. He couldn’t gain any advantage against Qi Liansheng, especially now when he was going all out with nine swords, he couldn’t even gain the slightest upper hand.

This wasn’t surprising; Qi Liansheng’s martial arts cultivation was a bit superior to Liao Can Sheng’s. Although Liao Can Sheng was a Sword Tao master, wielding nine of the era’s famous swords, Qi Liansheng, after all, came from the Pill Saint Palace, having cultivated the same Nine Cauldron Skypassing Spell as Fang Lin. He had almost mastered all martial arts of the Pill Saint Palace, and moreover, he drank the Divine Phoenix Blood, possessing some power of the Divine Phoenix. That Sky Tower Sword Master trio couldn’t even capture Qi Liansheng; what could one Liao Can Sheng do?

Liao Can Sheng was anxious. He dared not linger here; regardless of whether the Great Sage Equal to Heaven freed up his hands or Fang Lin finished his Pill Refining, he would find himself in a perilous situation. He needed to accomplish his goal in the shortest time, or it would be difficult even to escape the Ancient Demon Ridge.

At that moment, Liao Can Sheng extended a finger, pointing continuously at the nine famous swords, and each sword he pointed at emitted an even more powerful sword Qi, several times more formidable than when the nine swords attacked together before.

Moreover, Liao Can Sheng pulled an imaginary grasp with his bare hand, and nine streams of sword Qi gathered at his hand, gradually forming a longsword entirely made from Sword Qi.

"Condensing sword Qi into sword intent, you have quite a skill." Seeing this situation, even Qi Liansheng couldn’t help but praise, somewhat admiring Liao Can Sheng. After all, over the years, those who could refine sword Qi into sword intent were really few and far between. Yet Liao Can Sheng could refine the sword Qi of nine famous swords simultaneously; such skills deserved a word of praise from Qi Liansheng.

Liao Can Sheng remained silent, sword intent erupting from his hand, instantly arriving right before Qi Liansheng, directly stabbing towards Qi Liansheng’s forehead.

Though this stroke was sword intent, it was more violent than any famed sword offensive, giving an overwhelming suffocating sense as if no matter how one resisted, this sword intent would directly pierce into the forehead.

Qi Liansheng had the same feeling; even a strong person like him was shocked, proving the terrifying potency of this stroke.

Without any hesitation, Qi Liansheng crossed the twin swords in front, colliding with Liao Can Sheng’s sword Qi; with a clang, Qi Liansheng’s twin swords instantly shattered, evidently unable to withstand this sword intent’s power.

Qi Liansheng’s eyes focused, the golden flames around him erupted, enveloping his entire body in golden fire. Meanwhile, the sword intent struck directly onto the golden flames, causing both sword Qi and flames to erupt simultaneously.

Liao Can Sheng shouted mightily, and the nine famous swords whistled towards, channeling all their power, stabbing into the golden flames, intending to shatter them and seriously injure Qi Liansheng within.

Yet, the golden flames suddenly dissipated. Liao Can Sheng’s all-out strike missed its target entirely, with not even a shadow inside.

Qi Liansheng disappeared right before Liao Can Sheng’s eyes without a trace, with only a sky full of drifting red feathers remaining, exuding a wondrous aura.

Liao Can Sheng stood where he was, staring at the swaying and falling red feathers, brows furrowing, sword intent in his hand again waving, slashing all the red feathers.

With that, the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree got entirely exposed before Liao Can Sheng.

Yet Liao Can Sheng wasn’t so foolish. He knew he hadn’t defeated Qi Liansheng; Qi Liansheng was surely still here.

"Why are you going to all this trouble to enter the Ancient Demon Ridge?" As expected, Qi Liansheng’s abrupt voice rang out, ethereal and elusive, as if coming from all directions, leaving Liao Can Sheng momentarily at a loss for direction.

"It’s none of your business," Liao Can Sheng said coldly, as nine swords floated before him, his gaze fixed on the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree only a hundred steps away.

"Let me guess, do you want to destroy the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree? Unlikely, there’s no point in doing so, and even Mo Shouhe couldn’t destroy the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree; you simply don’t have that capability." Qi Liansheng’s voice rang out again.

Liao Can Sheng ignored him, stepping forward directly to the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, a slight heat in his eyes visible.

"Seems you want to obtain the Power of the Sacred Tree. However, you’re oversimplifying it; the power of the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree isn’t something anyone can possess." Qi Liansheng spoke, as a multitude of red feathers fell again, with Qi Liansheng’s figure reappearing among them, naturally unscathed, as if the previous battle with Liao Can Sheng hadn’t affected or drained him at all.

Liao Can Sheng waved his hand, sending nine swords back towards Qi Liansheng, while he reached out a hand, directly touching the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree.

At this moment, Qi Liansheng noticed something unusual about Liao Can Sheng’s left arm, as if a section of branch was embedded at his wrist.

At this scene, Qi Liansheng’s complexion instantly changed, striking out with one palm to fend off the nine swords, trying to stop Liao Can Sheng’s next move.

Seeing Liao Can Sheng’s left hand resting on the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, Liao Can Sheng was immediately enveloped in a golden light, and vast power of the Sacred Tree surged into Liao Can Sheng’s body.

"Not good!" Qi Liansheng thought inwardly, directly bypassing the nine swords to reach behind Liao Can Sheng, intending to interrupt Liao Can Sheng’s absorption of the Sacred Tree’s power.

Yet from the sword box on Liao Can Sheng’s back, two more strands of sword light appeared, extremely imposing, forced Qi Liansheng to retreat.

Inside the sword box, two incomplete ancient swords floated, yet fused into one in an instant.

Boom!!!

Sword Qi surged like a tide, forcing Qi Liansheng to retreat again, witnessing the power of the Sacred Tree on Liao Can Sheng becoming increasingly dense.

"This is the feeling! I never thought I’d also have a day when I could obtain the power of the Sacred Tree!" Liao Can Sheng laughed excitedly, appearing somewhat crazed.

But at that moment, a figure burst forth from the ground, and without giving any chance, punched the back of Liao Can Sheng’s head.