954 Invincible

Chapter 954: Invincible

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the beginning, the North Nether Sect's disciple did not unleash his full energy and was merely making use of a strength that was equivalent to the two Izumo Sect's disciples to fight with them.

The moment the two Izumo Sect's disciples saw this, they quickly accelerated their attack speed.

When the two of them came nearer and nearer to the North Nether Sect's disciple, the North Nether Sect's disciple who had successfully lured them closer revealed a bone-piercing and chilling look on his already aloof face.

In just an instant, his full energy erupted, and the strength of over 830 ancient horned dragons charged out from his iron fist as it set off a series of wind howling and explosion sound. Like a falling meteor, it crushed down at one of the Izumo Sect's disciples.

His blow was as tyrannical as a mountain, and it was remarkably devastating!

Bam!

A loud bang reverberated, and the North Nether Sect's disciple blew the spirit saber in the Izumo Sect's disciple's hand with just one punch. The iron fist that traversed the sky seemed as if it had transformed into a giant hammer as it continued to slam down on the Izumo Sect's disciple's head.

Boom!

A loud sound echoed in the air. Similar to a watermelon, the Izumo Sect's disciple's head shattered open. A red and white substance immediately scattered all over the place as a headless body crashed down to the ground.

"Y-You actually concealed your strength?!" When the other Izumo Sect's disciple, who was holding a sword and had also been speaking rudely all along, saw his junior brother from the same sect had his head blasted open with just a blow, horror immediately dawned on his face.

Without wasting another second, and without any hesitation, he quickly turned around and fled.

What a joke!

His entire power only amounted to the strength of 550 ancient horned dragons while his opponent had the strength of 830 ancient horned dragons. It was absolutely impossible for him to defeat the other party.

At this moment, all he wanted to do was flee, but he had not really thought about whether he would be able to flee or not with the strength that he possessed under the eyes of the North Nether Sect's disciple.

When the Izumo Sect's disciple had fled more than ten meters away, he was already caught by the North Nether Sect's disciple. Just as he turned pale in fright, his head was instantly smashed open with just one blow, following in the footsteps of his fellow junior brother.

The two Izumo Sect's disciples were butchered in just a blink of an eye. The North Nether Sect's disciple did not even bat an eyelash when he took away their Spatial Rings and shifted his attention toward Duan Ling Tian.

"Kid, you're very smart," the North Nether Sect's disciple with a cold demeanor looked at Duan Ling Tian as he casually remarked, "It's a good thing that you didn't flee. Otherwise, you would've died before the two of them did! However, it's time for you to join them now."

As he reached the end of his sentence, the gaze that the North Nether Sect's disciple used on Duan Ling Tian was filled with a cold killing intent.

Intense killing intent could be felt emanating out of his body!

Duan Ling Tian narrowed his eyes as an unnoticeable sharp gleam flashed within them. Fascinated, he asked, "Will you still kill me if I hand this Profundity Fragment over to you?"

"Of course!" The North Nether Sect's disciple answered as a matter of fact, "If you live and spread the news of me possessing a Seventh Level Monarch Stage Earth Profundity Fragment, won't I instantly become the crowd's target? Only the dead will not speak indiscriminately!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the Heaven and Earth Phenomenon above the North Nether Sect's disciple whirled. The 830 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons began to solidify and were storing its energy so it could be launched at any time.

"Thank you for reminding me." Duan Ling Tian's narrowed eyes opened wide all of a sudden. A bright smile appeared on his face as he turned his attention to the North Nether Sect's disciple.

The moment the North Nether Sect's disciple saw the smile on Duan Ling Tian's face, chills ran down his spine at once. He asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"Only the dead will not speak indiscriminately!" Duan Ling Tian repeated the words that the North Nether Sect's disciple used earlier. Almost immediately after the words had left his mouth, he catapulted forward as his figure flashed across.

Whirlwind!

It was as though Duan Ling Tian had transformed into a hurricane as he swept toward the North Nether's Sect disciple in a domineering manner.

Khaki energy fluctuated in Duan Ling Tian's body. Coupled with streaks of purple lightning, they intertwined with the vast blue wind chi that spread all the way to the Quasi Royal Grade Spirit Sword in his hand.

The sounds of swords slashing echoed in the air. Another wave of tyrannical aura emanated out from the Quasi Royal Grade Spirit Sword as though it could tear everything asunder.

Duan Ling Tian unleashed his full attack without any reservation at all.

Whoosh!

While Duan Ling Tian pounded forward, the Quasi Royal Grade Spirit Sword in his hand shook for a moment. The Heaven and Earth Energy above his head whirled and gathered to form the Heaven and Earth Phenomenon.

The silhouettes of 1000 ancient horned dragons rushed out and bared their claws at the North Nether Sect's disciple.

The North Nether Sect's disciple's eyes glimmered, and in the next instant, that purple figure had already arrived not too far away from him. The 1000 silhouettes of ancient horned dragons elicited a shock that rose from the bottom of his heart.

"T-The strength of 1000 ancient horned dragons!" The North Nether Sect's disciple was completely bewildered.

It did not cross his mind that this purple-clad young man who looked as though he was only 25 years old actually possessed such a great strength.

It was obvious that the two Izumo Sect's disciples earlier had never met this purple-clad young man before.

Moreover, the Izumo Sect's disciples had said that they entered the secret treasure together with the Anicca Sect. If this purple-clad young man was a disciple of Anicca Sect, they would have at least recognize him even if they do not know him.

For this reason, he deduced that the purple-clad young man was not a disciple of Izumo Sect or Anicca Sect.

Since he was a disciple of North Nether Sect, he was certain that this purple-clad young man before him was not North Nether Sect's people as well.

At this moment, the North Nether Sect's disciple was suddenly hit by a pang of realization. 'Previously, he had revealed from his words that he's also from the northern desert. In the northern desert, the strongest forces are the three second-rate forces. They're none other than our North Nether Sect, Izumo Sect, and Anicca Sect!'

'C-Could it be that he's actually from a third-rate force?' A sudden thought emerged without any warning in the North Nether Sect's disciple's mind. For a moment, a look of disbelief could be seen on his face.

Since when was there such a powerful young powerhouse in the third-rate force?

Whoosh!

The sword slashing sound echoed and immediately startled the North Nether Sect's disciple back to reality. He hastily launched a fist out to fight the swift sword ray that vanished as soon as it appeared.

"Interesting!" When Duan Ling Tian saw how the North Nether Sect's disciple dared to counter the sharp ray from his Quasi Royal Grade Spirit Sword, a chilling smirk crept up on the corner of his mouth. The sword that originally wanted to elude its opponent's punch vibrated for a moment.

Swish!

The sword ray from the Quasi Royal Grade Spirit Sword rose up sharply and greeted the iron fist thrown out by the North Nether Sect's disciple. Directly stabbing into it, the sword ray lashed out ruthlessly at the North Nether Sect's disciple's fist. It was as easy as breaking a dry branch off a tree.

"AHHHH!" Upon seeing this, the North Nether Sect's disciple howled loudly, and the energy on his fist expanded out immediately. The strength of 830 over ancient horned dragons surged out as he unleashed all of his energy without any reservation.

Boom!!

A loud sound reverberated in the air. It was the clash between the power contained in Duan Ling Tian's sword ray and the North Nether Sect disciple's fist. For a second, the two of them were in a stalemate.

At this moment, a huge wave of turbulence surged out from the center where both of their energy collided like a ripple that expanded out to the surrounding.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

…

A series of ear-piercing explosions echoed in the air. At the same time, a flurry of tyrannical hurricanes were set off as it began to blow in all directions, blowing clouds of dust all over the cave.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

…

A crisp sound sounded immediately. It turned out that a series of gruesome cracks had started to appear on the floor beneath the North Nether Sect's disciple. The cracks continued to spread as though it had become a gigantic spider web.

On the contrary, there was no sign of cracks at all beneath Duan Ling Tian's feet.

From this, one could see that this collision had no effect on Duan Ling Tian at all.

Boom!

In the next moment, Duan Ling Tian pointed his sword and let his entire strength out.

The strength of 1000 ancient horned dragons crushed down on the North Nether Sect's disciple's strength of 830 ancient horned dragons like crushing dead leaves. It dispersed the energy on his fist.

It was not over yet.

Snigger!

Duan Ling Tian sent the Quasi Royal Grade Spirit Sword out, and it completely penetrated the grade two spirit weapon glove on the North Nether Sect's disciple in just one blow. It was as easy as crushing dried leaves as it slammed against his arms. With a sudden shake, it minced the bones of his entire arms immediately.

"Hurmph!" A grunt that was filled with pain could be heard coming from the North Nether Sect's disciple.

In the next second, he was sent flying away before he slammed onto the ground in a sorry manner.

On the other hand, Duan Ling Tian stood there upright holding a sword in his hand as he chillingly looked at the North Nether Sect's disciple like an invincible warlord.

"You're quite a man of character!" A shocked look flashed across Duan Ling Tian's eyes. The slash from earlier had engulfed the North Nether Sect disciple's entire arm from his fist before it minced his bones, crippling his arm completely.

The pain that was felt during the process was even more painful than having one's arm directly cut off.

However, this North Nether Sect's disciple had only let out a grunt from the very beginning. Ever since he was sent flying, the speed that he took to recover his breath was so short that it was completely terrifying.

In the next second, the North Nether Sect's action was so disquieting that Duan Ling Tian could not help but narrow his eyes instantly.

Whoosh!

The North Nether Sect's disciple raised his left hand and formed a knife shape with his palm. As he unleashed his Origin Energy, he transformed it into a streak of white saber light before he aimed it at the crippled arm that could no longer be healed and cut it off without any hesitation.

"Humph!" The North Nether Sect's disciple grunted as he stopped the blood using his Origin Energy. In the meantime, he consumed a wound-curing medicinal pill. It was only then that his face that was awfully pale finally regained some colors.

"You can even be so ruthless to yourself. What a terrifying person!" The moment he saw this, the intense chills in Duan Ling Tian's eyes became even more apparent. Killing intent rose up from his heart to the point that it was hard to suppress.

One could easily imagine just how brutal he would be if he was so ruthless even to himself.

However, Duan Ling Tian could not help but feel a slight admiration for this North Nether Sect's disciple before him from the bottom of his heart.

However, his heart did not soften because of this at all.

As his opponent had said, "Only the dead will not speak indiscriminately!"

"What exactly is that sword in your hand? Even if it's a grade one spirit sword, it wouldn't have been able to destroy my glove!" The North Nether Sword's disciple took a deep breath as he glared at Duan Ling Tian with dread in his eyes.

"You have quite a good taste," Duan Ling Tian replied nonchalantly, "How can the sword in my hand be compared to a mere grade one spirit sword? Let alone your grade two spirit weapon gloves, I can even destroy a grade one spirit weapon if I want to!"

The Quasi Royal Grade Sword was not bound by the usual shackles of ordinary spirit weapons. Other than having a twofold boost, it also possessed an invincible powerful characteristic.

The most difficult part in refining the Quasi Royal Grade Spirit Sword did not lie in the method but in the materials instead.