Chapter 135

Chapter 135 - The Best Support

“Ah!” Loo Kuto exclaimed in surprise, releasing a wretched cry.

[Sword in the Box - Heart-killing Evil Gall], as an artifact of divine caliber in the advanced stages of the game, naturally boasted remarkable effects.

Historically, it had led to numerous fatalities and afflicted generations of Sword Masters, transforming them into unrecognizable monsters estranged from their own kin.

Subsequently, the Sword Soul was shattered and sealed away. Over hundreds, perhaps thousands of years, it languished as an ordinary longsword within the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Now, it had once again fallen into the hands of Guo Fan, emerging into the light of day.

Its appearance unveiled its savage and formidable nature upon entering the world.

The inaugural skirmish of the Edge Opening Battle pitted it against Loo Kuto, the renowned “Infatuation Sword,” a top sword cultivator at the Physical Integration Period. It proved its mettle as an unrivaled weapon.

Reality attested that not even a practitioner at the Physical Integration Period could endure its wrath.

The agony that pierced the divine soul defied description in physical terms, akin to the torment of soul rending.

It was an inadequate comparison.

It resembled the sensation of thrusting two sharp toothpicks between your toes and forcefully striking a wall.

Such was the magnitude of pain.

Even a seasoned high-level Immortal Cultivator would struggle to withstand such anguish on their maiden encounter.

At that fleeting moment.

Fang Xiang's [Tempered Gold Fragment] severed Loo Kuto's mental link with his weapon, causing his assault to falter. Subsequently, Guo Fan exploited the opening with a sonorous strike to his rear.

The synchronization between them was impeccable and seamless, catching him, a seasoned fighter honed in constant combat as a Physical Integration Period sword cultivator, completely off guard.

Fang Xiang's [Tempered Metallic Fragment] possessed the capability to halt even Sun Fen's Greenlotus Sword.

This sword was the second among the top ten renowned swords, widely acclaimed as the foremost sword globally.

Dealing with the unfamiliar sword in Loo Kuto's possession naturally posed minimal challenge.

However, the pivotal factor lay in Guo Fan's strike.

“Curses! What manner of weapon is this?”

Loo Kuto nearly lost consciousness, his breathing becoming erratic. Despite the difficulty in defense, he dared not relinquish his grip on the sword. Grimly, he persisted in employing the second stance of Ling Jue Weighted Will - Deadfall!

Deadfall signified a willingness to stake one's life to endure!

“Swoosh!”

The remainder constituted his younger sibling.

The secondary skill, “New White Bone Ghost,” remained unheard by all. Initially, it functioned as a genuine lethal maneuver, each strike dealing fatal blows.

This term referred specifically to the sword itself, housing the accumulated resentment and murderous intent of souls entrapped within its blade for millennia.

Fang Xiang had earlier contained these dispersed entities.

Despite being deemed insurmountable, even the Spirit Forest Palace had been sealed and vanished. Theoretically, the existence of ghosts seemed implausible.

Nevertheless, this weapon succeeded in confining departed souls, a phenomenon bordering on the miraculous.

Its workings remained deeply enigmatic.

Most significantly, Guo Fan possessed clear insight into Fang Xiang's impending moves, her condition, and the optimal means of cooperation, thanks to the comprehensive data stored in his mind.

In his current capacity, Guo Fan served as an invaluable asset on the battlefield.

While his cultivation and combat prowess fell short of Fang Xiang's, engaging in a battle of disparate ranks was out of the question for him.

He wasn't some swindler.

Yet when it came to his skills with cards, he was unparalleled.

“What are these items?”

Loo Kuto's heart churned with a torrent of negative feelings, his Niwan Palace wracked with unbearable agony. The wails of malevolent spirits and shattered souls reverberated in his ears. His internal organs quaked violently, and his meridians felt as if they were being ripped apart, causing him to involuntarily expel a spurt of blood.

It was the first encounter with such overwhelming negative effects, ones he had never faced before. Even the most formidable sword cultivator would struggle to endure.

Seizing the advantage, Fang Xiang pursued relentlessly. Her tactics shifted once more, the balance of Yin and Yang transmuting into charcoal, altering the course of the battle. Harnessing the momentum of her assault, Spiritual Energy coalesced, morphing the golden flames into a symbol resembling a yin and yang fish. With a resounding crash, Loo Kuto was sent hurtling through the air.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

En route, Loo Kuto plunged his sword into the earth, leaving a lengthy gouge in the ground before coming to a halt, gasping for breath.

It all transpired within a matter of moments.

A clash between warriors of the Physical Integration Period was beyond the reach of cultivators with lower cultivation bases. Neither the concealed guards nor Xun Yimu could intervene.

Only Guo Fan discerned the opportune moment from the Stats Window.

However...

“Profound Yin Young Lord, refrain from acting. Otherwise, your blade might falter, risking harm to yourself.”

A graceful figure cloaked in black, adorned with a wooden mask, stood behind Xun Yimu. Her voice carried a chilly indifference. A short blade rested against the pale, slender neck of the young lady, emitting a menacing glint.

Who dictated that one must directly engage in combat to emerge victorious?

This time, the ultimate support came from Yueh!