Chapter 261 Green Eagle Sword (2)

Chapter 261  Green Eagle Sword (2)

On the spiritual energy tree, two peak masters were in a heated debate

Drake Tubble would join the Blood Slaughterer Peak after the ceremony. Hence, peak master Tarar was more than happy to see him become champion.

In fact, the former may even become the guide of sorts that will draw even more disciples to the Blood Slaughterer Peak, allowing it to grow stronger.

Master Bisma swept an indifferent glance at the former but did not say anything. After all, using an armament was indeed within the rules.

She looked towards the young werewolf's figure and secretly said in her heart, "This kid had better not lose so easily…"

She did not like Tarar. Although it was impossible for her to do much since they were part of the same sect, disrupting his plans a little would make her feel a little better.

As the countless gazes in the area converged on the golden stone platform, the prince smiled slightly as he gazed at the sword within the green light. The power that pulsed from it made his heart shiver a little in excitement.

A spiritual armament at that level would be able to draw in and direct the surrounding spiritual energy, giving it enormous power.

Drake's sword was evidently still somewhat lacking, maybe because it was a copy.

"How disappointing." Muttered Ezra Zephyr.

Drake already had the strength of the 4th level Core Formation stage and wielded powerful and abundant spiritual energy. The addition of the green eagle sword was akin to giving wings to a tiger, making it very difficult for him to find a worthy opponent in the 4th level Core Formation stage.

While Ezra Zephyr was observing, Drake's icy gaze shot over as he indifferently said, "Don't blame me for bullying you. I'm from the prestigious Tubble clan and will naturally have better resources than you. This is my advantage, an advantage I would never intentionally give up because that would only be too foolish."

His tone was filled with pride. After all, there were times when being born in a With a jolt, the sword transformed into a streak of green. It pierced through space at powerful clan was also part of one's luck and strength.

"Fuck you and your Tubble clan" Ezra retorted with a smile.

Hearing that, enraged Drake made a sword seal and shouted, "Ha!"

~KUUOR~

The green eagle sword released a clear eagle cry as a thousand rays of green light exploded, filling the air with deadly sword qi.

~SWISSHH~

With a jolt, the sword transformed into a streak of green. It pierced through space at extreme speed, shooting straight towards the prince.

Ezra Zephyr's body instantly gossamer as he rapidly withdrew.

"No matter how fast you are, you'll never match the speed of my sword!" Drake merely sneered.

~BZZ~

The streak of green shuddered and bizarrely appeared in front of Ezra. A flash of sword light swept forth, heading straight for the fatal spots on Ezra's body. Before the deadly sword's spiritual energy arrived, the purplish gold scales gleamed brighter.

This told Drake that these strange dragon-like scales would protect Ezra if he was stabbed by his green eagle sword.

The might of that attack was not something the body of someone who had never practised any external tempering techniques should clash against.

Sword light rapidly enlarged his pupils. At this moment, Ezra Zephyr suddenly made a grabbing motion as the thorny hook appeared in his hand. Its small and sharp twinkled in purple and it darted forward like a snake, striking the green sword light.

~CLANG CLANG CLANG~

However, the green sword light was too powerful, scattering the snow-white hairs in a flash.

Drake's body continued to back away as spiritual energy surged towards the hook called Drepa. Countless small blades proved to be obstruction after obstruction which hindered the swings of green sword light one after another.

However, the green sword light continued to press forward, destroying any obstacle in its path.

The Drepa was steadily being beaten back. Regardless of all that, Ezra Zephyr's face has a strange evil smile as if everything was under his control and from time to time his gaze changed from Drake to other lower platforms.

Drake stood in the air with his arms across his chest, an annoying look in his eyes as he watched Ezra being pushed back step by step. The spiritual energy in the former's body streamed endlessly into the green eagle sword, allowing it to maintain its assault.

"The other boy may have been able to tango with a lad of the Tubble clan earlier, but that was only through the speed of the Gossamer Steps and the former's powerful defences. But now, the green eagle sword is faster than that boy and possessed enough destructive power to penetrate his defences. Hence, that boy is now being completely suppressed." Master Franco of Divine Demon Peak commented.

Gazes that could fill the sky watched the battle on the golden stone platform.

Numerous disciples sighed inside at this scene. As expected, Drake was still the more formidable individual. As someone who was born in the Tubble clan, his resources and foundations were far from what any ordinary disciple could match.

A Special tier Weapon was not something an ordinary disciple would possess.

At a location extremely close to the golden stone platform, Natli Teum and Shifa Pista faced each other. They had not fought because Natli did not plan on becoming Ezra's enemy, instead, they were watching the battle between Ezra Zephyr and Drake Tubble.

As they watched, Natli chuckled at Shifa and said, "See, even if you did stop me, he is still not Drake's match. His defeat will happen sooner or later."

Shifa Pista swept an icy glance at the former but did not reply. However, she sighed regretfully in her heart.

"You dullards are unaware of our prince," she said to herself.

Under the numerous watching eyes, the prince continued to be pushed back on the golden stone platform, gradually approaching its edge.

However, his gaze had begun to flicker faintly as he continued to retreat.

There was a peculiar look in his eyes as he looked towards the Drake in his hands. While being suppressed by the green eagle sword, he could faintly sense a tiny sliver of anger begins stirring within it.

As if the dignity of a king was being challenged.

Rage was slowly brewing in the purple hook. Drepa's original rank power was beyond the level this realm could handle, and although it is sealed at the moment, a king was still ultimately a king.

Therefore, the continuous suppression by a mere Special tier Weapon had now angered the fragment of a spirit that was inside Drepa.

The prince's glowing gaze stared at the thorny body of the Drepa.

"Hey, get along with the act." He said to his weapon.

The corners of Ezra Zephyr's lips slowly raised at an angle.

He had not expected the green eagle sword's suppression to bring about such an outcome. This would really spoil his plans.

The dim purple hue on the Drepa's body grew brighter and brighter.

It was at this moment that Drake suddenly frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong. He could sense that the originally strange and beaten hook seemed to be gradually growing more and more concentrated, causing the power of the sword light to drop.

"I cannot delay any further. I'll slash him off the stage!"

Drake's eyes hardened as he changed his sword seal. The green eagle sword released an explosive sword cry in response, green light bursting forth as the sword seemed to breathe. The light rapidly expanded to a hundred feet and chopped downwards, tearing open a crack in space.

Numerous gasps and cries sounded across the area. Everyone clearly understood that Drake Tubble had lost his patience, and was now going to end the battle with this strike.

Even amongst the 4th level Core Formation, there was likely no one capable of blocking this attack.

Shifa's expression changed slightly, a tiny bit of worry flashing in her eyes as she tightly clenched her fists.

The green sword light rapidly descended. Just as it was about to hit, the prince suddenly raised his head, seemingly endless light surging within his eyes.

He grasped the purple thorny hook with both hands and shook it as the thorns on the body protruded strangely like darts.

Expressionless, he powerfully swung the hook overhead as if it was a thousand-ton hammer.

"Die you peasant scum!" Drake coldly snorted when he saw this.

"Watch how my sword will chop apart that lousy hook of yours!"

~CLAANK~

Countless gazes gathered on the golden stone platform as the dazzling green sword light abruptly fell, smashing into the thousands of small thorns.

A resonant sound of clashing metal echoed across the area. The moment the loud sound emerged, however, Drake's pupils violently shrank as horror appeared on his face.

He had seen the green eagle sword shudder at the moment of impact, as it released a pained wail. The sword light was scattered as the sword was blasted away by the almost invisible purple thorny.

It was as if the swing of Ezra Zephyr's hook was accompanied by endless sharp needles, power terrifying and domineering to the max.

"How can this be?!" Countless cries of disbelief rang out across the area.

Even Master Antero and the rest of the hegemons softly gasped out in surprise.