Arc 15: Heavenly Secret Realm | Chapter 294: Battle of Sword Intents
The three individuals spoke little, but once they stood firm, their imposing aura began to rise sharply.
They could hear the thunderous roars of the lightning dragon in midair, as boundless storms swept around them, as if wanting to devour everything.
Only one person seemed to be aloof, quietly standing aside, yet the aura of that person never dissipated—
If the first two were like fierce tigers, choosing their prey to devour, then the last person was like a lurking cheetah, ready to strike at any moment!
The pressure emanating from Yun Lie grew increasingly formidable. He looked at the three before him with a cold expression and slowly spoke: “Wind God Sword Master, Thunder Dragon Sword Master...” Then he turned to the always tender-looking man, “Passionate Sword, Passionate Sword Young Master.”
Xu Ziqing was not familiar with these names. However, he realized that his Shixiong’s memories were gradually recovering. At the very least... it was certainly related to the sword path. He had already sensed it; just when his Shixiong climbed this sword-shaped wood, the suppression of the demonic thoughts gradually lessened.
The more precious the sword path treasures, the more they could help his Shixiong recall—just as before when they ascended to this eighth layer and encountered the Sword Dao Fruit, his Shixiong had indeed called out the name of that fruit. Now, seeing these sword path experts, his Shixiong also remembered their names.
This was hardly surprising; since his Shixiong was wholeheartedly seeking the sword, he would definitely not overlook the prestigious sect of the Sword Immortals, the Wanjian Immortal Sect, nor would he forget those many masters who had stood at the pinnacle of the sword path for years.
“Boom—”
The lightning dragon took form, the storm surged wildly, and the ruthless killing sword intent transformed into a gigantic golden sword, fiercely charging forward!
No matter what thoughts turned in Xu Ziqing’s heart, the two opposing sides had already engaged in battle!
Three extraordinarily strong sword intents solidified, wildly entangling with one another.
The golden giant sword swept horizontally, aiming to sever the head of the lightning dragon, while the storm unseen firmly entwined the golden sword.
Two against one, with two fourth realm sword intents versus... the complete perfection of sword intent.
Thunder rumbled, the wind howled, and murderous intent soared to the heavens.
After a mad clash, the power that erupted stirred up rolling waves that spread in all directions.
Even the sword-shaped leaves surrounding five or six sword-path fruits were shredded by this wave!
The energy torrent unleashed by the battle of three, fourth realm sword practitioners was indeed extraordinary!
Xu Ziqing desperately protected himself; he knew that his Shixiong was already at a disadvantage, facing two and needing to be wary of the Passionate Sword Young Master. He was an even greater weakness for his Shixiong; if he showed even the slightest abnormality, it would harm him. Thinking this way, he couldn’t help but let Rongjin tighten around him even more. Meanwhile, he grabbed a handful of seeds in both hands—although he couldn’t assist his Shixiong, blocking for a moment was enough for his Shixiong to react!
On the other side, both the Thunder Dragon Sword Master and the Wind God Sword Master had somewhat unsightly expressions.
The Thunder Dragon Sword Master took a deep breath and said, “Sword intent, fourth realm, complete perfection.”
The Wind God Sword Master couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy: “How can such a genius exist! And such a genius, is not among my Wanjian Immortal Sect!”
It was understandable why they were resentful. A mere junior not yet a hundred years old had achieved a deeper understanding of the sword path than these old seniors who had immersed themselves in the sword for thousands of years. He could even face two opponents without losing a step!
Yun Lie remained motionless, and then he drew his fingers downward.
The giant golden sword immediately underwent a transformation!
In an instant, the sword split into two, then four, and within a breath, it had transformed into a full sixteen golden swords.
Each of these golden swords was dozens of meters long, several meters wide, and incomparably sharp.
The moment the thunder flood dragon and tornado storm appeared, the swords scattered simultaneously, engaging in fierce combat with those manifested sword intents.
Countless sharp sword intents spread to the rear, and even Xu Ziqing, who was tightly protected by Rongjin, felt as though the sharp edges of the swords brushed past the top of his head—
It was as if his life was hanging by a thread, teetering on the edge of death, and he could almost feel the cold chill of near death.
At that moment, a faint whimper echoed in Xu Ziqing’s sea of consciousness, coming from Rongjin. “Mother... mother, it hurts...”
Xu Ziqing’s breath caught, and a surge of pity welled up in his heart.
No matter how formidable the bloodthirsty demon vines were, they were still not fully matured, and the violent collision of sword intents from the three combatants had frightened Rongjin greatly after several exchanges.
Xu Ziqing felt deeply guilty. If he weren’t so weak and had helped Rongjin advance earlier, it wouldn’t be suffering like this now. But in such a critical moment, if he withdrew Rongjin, he likely wouldn’t survive even one round, and his life would be in grave danger. At that point, since Rongjin was his life-bound wood spirit, their fates were intertwined—if he fell, so would Rongjin.
Steeling himself, Xu Ziqing softened his thoughts, sending out waves of comfort. “Rongjin, be good. If it hurts, cling to me tightly. I’m not afraid.”
Rongjin let out a soft sob, filled with grievance. It was still mostly driven by instinct, with even less intelligence than a toddler. When it felt pain, it naturally wanted to seek comfort.
Xu Ziqing’s heart ached even more. Rongjin had been with him for many years, and whenever it was released, it always slaughtered its enemies without issue. When had it ever suffered like this? Gritting his teeth, Xu Ziqing ruthlessly squeezed out the last remnants of spiritual energy in his bloodline, completely draining it and sending it all to Rongjin. He also channeled the essence of Yimu, fused with his own flesh and blood, and gave that to Rongjin as well. As soon as he finished, excruciating pain shot through his body, and he collapsed, weak and limp. His face immediately turned deathly pale, a clear sign of serious damage to his vitality.
Rongjin, having absorbed the essence of Yimu—an extremely life-giving force—became more vibrant. Some of its broken tendrils rapidly regrew, and even the withered vines were nourished and revitalized. It sent a concerned thought to Xu Ziqing, fragmented but worried: “Mother, are you... alright?”
Xu Ziqing weakly sent back a faint thought in reply, “I’m fine, just a little tired. Rongjin, I entrust our safety, and that of my Shixiong, to you.”
Rongjin seemed to understand something and hurriedly sent back a message: “Rong... jin understands. Mother, don’t... strain yourself.”
Xu Ziqing managed a faint smile, his breathing growing shallower.
Meanwhile, Yun Lie was still locked in a fierce battle with the two Sword Masters. Although his realm was higher, the two were working in perfect harmony, their experience extensive. For the moment, Yun Lie could suppress them, but he could not decisively defeat them.
However, the energy generated by their clash had already reduced all the sword-shaped leaves protecting the sword fruits on this eighth branch to powder, leaving behind only the sword fruits, which exuded a powerful allure while displaying profound sword trajectories.
At that moment, the Passionate Sword Young Master made his move.
Translator: Lynn
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