502: Chapter 258: Meeting (Please Subscribe)_5 502: Chapter 258: Meeting (Please Subscribe)_5 “Are you Jian Cangfeng?”
Lang Tianzhong’s face was grim, and suddenly a flash of red light appeared behind him, with a pair of blood-colored curved blades beginning to circle at his side.
His eyes were filled with a chilling murderous intent, “What is your purpose in coming here?
To mock the plight of Blood Bat Mountain?
I’m afraid you had the life to come here, but you may not have the life to leave!”
He had heard of this fellow in front of him, who was among the most mediocre True Disciples of the Formless Divine Sect.
“You are wrong there,” Jian Cangfeng shook his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips, “I’ve had enough of the mockery, now it’s time to wrap things up for that junior brother.”
Lang Tianzhong’s expression was skeptical, but without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the pair of blood-colored curved blades and, merging with the shadows, slashed at Jian Cangfeng from a distance!
He couldn’t figure out why Jian Cangfeng showed up here after Chu Xisheng left, nor did he care to ponder.
The man clearly harbored ill intentions, so cutting him down was the only option!
Behind him at this moment, an immensely large blood bat appeared.
Its wingspan was so vast, it seemed to cover the sky and obscure the sun.
That was the Dharma Form of ‘Blood Abyss God King,’ the first of the three ancestors of Blood Bat Mountain and the Sword Intent that Lang Tianzhong cultivated.
Jian Cangfeng, however, remained unmoved, a grand Sword Qi emanating from his body, holding Lang Tianzhong’s two blood-colored curved blades at bay, about a zhang away.
“Indeed, it’s time to wrap things up!”
After Jian Cangfeng finished speaking, he bowed solemnly forward: “Disciple Jian Cangfeng asks the Sect Master for the honor of borrowing the sword!
This battle is under the command of Master Qingxu, related to the rise and fall of our Formless Divine Sect, and not due to any personal motives of the disciple.”
In that instant, the surrounding void suddenly cracked open.
The entire space shattered like broken crystal, revealing countless spiderweb-like fissures.
Then, a Sword Artifact wrapped in countless strands of Dao Rhythm and purple mist, punctured through the void inch by inch.
‘Purple Lightning Blade’ Shan Zilong, upon witnessing this scene, immediately turned and fled.
Transforming into purple lightning, he fled with all his might.
He felt something was very off about Jian Cangfeng at that moment!
This fellow, with his own Sword Qi alone, managed to withstand Lang Tianzhong’s strike.
And that sword that broke through the void and pierced forth, even more so terrified ‘Purple Lightning Blade’ Shan Zilong.
He wondered if that sword could be the super-grade Sect’s Holy Artifact of the Formless Divine Sect—the Divine Illusion Sword?
Jian Cangfeng’s expression was cold, tinged with a hint of pity as he looked at the people before him: “Since you are all aware of Junior Brother Chu’s Eleventh Level of Vengeful Blade Intent and the Nine-layered Revenge Blood, don’t even harbor the hope of leaving this place alive.”
And behind him, a giant shape of a ‘balance scale’ appeared.
Lang Tianzhong knew that this was the manifestation of Jian Cangfeng’s Sword Intent, as well as the Heavenly Dao Divine Origin that he had cultivated with all his might.
His heart felt icy, his pupils contracted, “You cultivated the Pingtian Sword?”
As one side of the giant scale tilted towards Jian Cangfeng,
Lang Tianzhong felt himself becoming infinitely insignificant and extremely weak.
The short and plump Jian Cangfeng, however, appeared towering and majestic, like a deity.
His Sword Qi was grand, his True Yuan like the sea, his Divine Power boundless, he seemed like a god.
“Indeed, it is the Pingtian Sword!”
Jian Cangfeng’s hand had already grasped the hilt of the ‘Divine Illusion Sword.’
With a light swing, Lang Tianzhong’s head had already fallen.
With a downward push, the boundless Sword Intent caused the heads of over two thousand Haiqing Gang members present to burst!
At this time, those who were fleeing—’Blood Wind Sword’ Li Daogui, ‘Purple Lightning Blade’ Shan Zilong, and the Governor’s Steward Sikong Pan—all experienced a surge of dread and absolute despair.
Li Daogui had finally realized the truth.
—It was the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade!
That Chu Xisheng, possessed the Bloodline Talent to cultivate the ‘Divine Intent Touch Death Blade’!
He might very well be the next ‘Blood Vengeance Blade Lord’!
Therefore, the Formless Divine Sect wanted to silence them all!
Li Daogui had no intention to fight back, and he didn’t dare entertain thoughts of avenging Lang Tianzhong.
The Jian Cangfeng holding the ‘Divine Illusion Sword’ was so powerful that it chilled his heart.
This fellow must have the power of the Earthly List, and not at the bottom of it!
But then Li Daogui suddenly realized that he had still not managed to escape the Water Fortress.
He had been running with all his might, even using a Fourth Grade Escape Talisman in desperation, but so far, he had only made it about forty zhang.
The fortress’s wall was in front of him, yet as distant as a mountain.
Li Daogui was anxious, fearful, and confused.
He couldn’t understand why, until a breath later, his mind trembled, and he suddenly thought of something.
Then he cried out in disbelief, “This is the Measuring Heaven Sword?
You’ve also cultivated the Measuring Heaven Sword, capable of measuring heaven and earth!”
“I did indeed cultivate the Measuring Heaven Sword as well, although I haven’t reached the entry-level,”
Behind Jian Cangfeng at this moment, an immense ruler appeared, spanning the void.
He swept his robe sleeves and laughed self-deprecatingly, “If it wasn’t for this Divine Illusion Sword, I wouldn’t dare to show you my clumsy attempt.”
Just then, the heads of all living persons present silently fell off their necks.
Li Daogui’s head, too, dropped to the ground,
His eyes bore a blank and uncomprehending look, not knowing how Jian Cangfeng made his move.
Not until the moment his head hit the ground did Li Daogui think of a heritage from the Formless Divine Sect, second only to the three major sect-defining Absolute Skills.
—The Innate Invisible Sword!