Chapter 234: Butterfly Effect, Sword Breaking The Void

Chapter 234: Butterfly Effect, Sword Breaking The Void

Chu Ge assumed that the other party had provoked Qiu Wuji, and with her prowess; he wasn’t worried at all.

However, in reality, it was on Qiu Wuji’s side that the situation was even more challenging...

On his side, rendering the opponent’s previously proud ability that turned ninety-nine percent of opponents into trash essentially meaningless against him. When it came to combat ability, what comparison could be made between him who had trained in the world of fantasy and martial arts and them? It was clearly an overwhelming advantage.

On the other hand, Qiu Wuji’s side didn’t have this kind of restraint; it was a pure clash of raw power.

And the strength of this mysterious sonic attacker was by no means weak. How could someone weak possibly counter Qiu Wuji, engage in a swirling confrontation of sound waves, from an unknown place?

The opponent was clearly deeply immersed in this domain of abilities, having reached a terrifying level of control and power over sound. No one knew where they were, but their control over sound had already transcended dimensions, resonating throughout space.

If Qiu Wuji were a practitioner of sound manipulation, she could counter with sound, but she was a sword cultivator.

Thus, she would counter with the sword!

The sword didn’t need to know where to attack.

No need for an attack; the sword had its own resonance.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

Amid the wind dragon formed by the manipulated sound waves, countless illusory sword shadows suddenly appeared, swirling around the wind. The sword shadows trembled, intertwining in the air as if playing the music of ancient bells and drums, with the echo of thunder resounding.

In the distance, the ocean surged, waves billowed, crystallizing into sword intent, myriad and boundless, surging toward the sky.

The waves were boundless, the water swords sang, the sea and sky harmonized, and a celestial sword song resonated through the heavens and earth.

The night sky became resplendent and enchanting, with the special effects of the Immortal Cultivation world filling the earthly night, rendering the neon lights of the urban city pale in comparison.

In the midst of the neon city of the metropolis, countless people turned their heads to look. “What is that?”

“Oh my god! Which Daoist friend is transcending their tribulation here!”

“Is it some kind of celestial phenomenon?”

“Perhaps it’s a phenomenon caused by the interaction of air currents over the sea. It just happens to look like the ‘Myriad Sword Art.’ It’s so beautiful!”

In the distance, thunder suddenly roared.

The rumbling thunder resounded over the distant sea, but the sword shadows that had been swirling amid the wind seemed unable to be sustained any longer. They began to distort and dissipate, while the water swords within the sea also seemed to scatter amidst the sound of thunder, transforming back into mist and falling into the sea.

People couldn’t clearly discern these details, and while they sighed at the fleeting nature of the sword song, they concluded that it wasn’t some Daoist friend transcending their tribulation. Only a few individuals could guess what was happening, and each felt a sense of astonishment.

Was this the result of a clash between super ability users?

It had even impacted the heavens and earth!

Amidst the muffled thunder, a vague and unclear voice echoed: “Who... are you? Could you be from China’s SSS?”

China’s SSS? The tone of the question... Qiu Wuji hesitated for a moment, then smiled: “Why don’t you guess?”

The other party didn’t answer directly, their voice transmitting through unknown space: “This woman is dueling with me; she won’t easily divert her attention. Act opportunistically!”

Her last words resonated in the air, “You’re the same.”

A frown creased Zhong Yi’s brow.

This woman’s peculiar ability... He needed to be careful when facing her in the future. Who knows when she might inadvertently stick a butterfly on a crucial area of someone’s body? Would that person still have a chance at survival?

How many people has she slept with?

No wonder...

The attackers in front scattered like birds and beasts, and the sonic clash at the epicenter almost simultaneously yielded results.

After Qiu Wuji’s form of a myriad of swords was dispersed, she also became a bit competitive. The song of the myriad swords receded, re-converging high above into an immense and primitive sword form.

The air around them seemed to shrink and collapse as this colossal sword appeared, all vitality extinguished, leaving only the most primitive void.

As if a vacuum.

Was there still sound existing?

Regarding the primary objective of protecting the two targets, Qiu Wuji had long achieved overwhelming victory. The opponent couldn’t break through the range of sword shadows surrounding her.

Within the guardianship of the sword, she was the sovereign.

But merely safeguarding didn’t quite satisfy Qiu Wuji.

She tilted her head slightly, looking towards the sky above the factory that had a gaping hole torn through it. The sonic tornado still lingered.

Qiu Wuji’s long hair moved without wind as she murmured softly, “Go.”

The form of the ancient sword soared into the sky, directly breaking into the core of the tornado.

No clash of sounds occurred.

Silent, and invisible.

The entire location of the tornado transformed into a vacuum, as if erasing a drawing with an eraser. As the ancient sword passed through, the space was instantly cleansed. How could there be sound in a vacuum?

However, upon careful inspection, one would discover it wasn’t a true vacuum; there were tiny flickers of light within the air, seeming to exist and not exist.

Qiu Wuji’s unique sword technique, the residual effect from her full-powered ultimate move.

Sword Breaking the Void!

In a certain villa in Shanghai, someone abruptly spewed out a mouthful of blood, collapsing to the ground. With shock, they whispered in disbelief, “Who could this possibly be... Could it really be your deities of China?”

A black butterfly shadow crashed onto his back, transforming into Mi Xiaolin.

The “master” who had been injured from a distance couldn’t even withstand this impact. The two of them tumbled clumsily, like gourds rolling.

However, at this moment, they were too preoccupied to think about their disheveled state. Mi Xiaolin’s previous words came to their minds: “With the master personally involved, even if they have protection of deities, they’re as good as done!”

How dare they as mortals... rashly claim to defy gods and immortals!