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Chapter 129: Could the Seven Star Sword Technique Be This Powerful?
Chapter 129: Could the Seven Star Sword Technique Be This Powerful?
Faced with Ding Sanlei’s threats and enticements, Elder Liu remained silent, focusing entirely on defense.
Gradually, it was Ding Sanlei who grew impatient, switching between sword techniques in relentless attacks.
Yet Elder Liu held firm, using the Heaven-Piercing Flame Pillar’s power to neutralize each strike.
Meanwhile, a jade belt at his waist emitted a faint glow, continuously replenishing his mana.
Observing this, Xiao Chen hesitated to intervene, instead watching carefully for a quarter-hour.
Eventually, he noticed Ding Sanlei’s repetitive tactics—relying on the same three basic sword moves, cycling through a weak set of techniques.
If that was all his opponent had, Xiao Chen decided it was time to make his move.
Of course, this was a complete misunderstanding.
Xiao Chen had long been accustomed to measuring others against his own standards.
Unbeknownst to him, he’d already surpassed his peers, becoming a standout among cultivators in the Li Zhou region—whether in spellcraft or magical artifacts, he stood at the pinnacle.
“Liu Zhishui, if you don’t—”
Ding Sanlei’s taunt was cut short as a new figure leapt from the nearby woods.
A sharp cry rang out: “Tianshu!”
Ding Sanlei hastily slapped his storage bag, summoning a small round shield to block his front.
At the same time, his spiritual sense scanned the newcomer’s cultivation realm.
Elder Liu exhaled in relief, recognizing the arrival.
“Hmph, I thought it was someone important—just a Foundation Building Fourth Stage brat.”
Ding Sanlei’s spiritual sense confirmed Xiao Chen’s realm, easing his concerns.
He’d initially feared reinforcements from the Lihuo Sect, but it was a false alarm.
Elder Liu recognized Xiao Chen too, but suppressed his disappointment and warned urgently, “Xiao Chen, flee immediately! Return to the sect and report—this demonic cultivator is attempting a blood sacrifice!”
Xiao Chen tested with a probing strike, noting the opponent’s high-grade defensive talisman.
He’d been slightly wary—after all, Ding Sanlei was a late-stage Foundation Builder.
But now, seeing his opponent’s reaction, he felt reassured.
As he deployed his Brocade Handkerchief, he reassured Elder Liu, “Senior Brother, leave this demonic cultivator to me.”
Elder Liu still saw Xiao Chen as the novice from half a year ago.
“Xiao Chen, don’t be reckless!” he urged.
“This demon cultivator has a sinister Demon Cultivation Technique that absorbs mana!”
Before he could finish, Ding Sanlei snarled, “You two are chatting like I’m not even here!”
With a cold seal, he barked, “Yellow Springs Hungry Ghost—go!”
The ghostly figure darted forward, phasing through Xiao Chen’s tasselled Brocade Handkerchief, Magic Robe, and even his Golden Light Body Guard Technique.
The spectral creature lunged at Xiao Chen’s dantian, jaws snapping—only to bite nothing at all.
No mana was drained.
Ding Sanlei’s smirk froze. “What happened? Why didn’t it work?!”
No feedback meant his secret technique had failed.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly.
As expected, the mana depletion curse had been nullified by his Divine Veil.
This hex had been perfectly chosen.
Against such underhanded demonic techniques, the Divine Veil was invaluable.
Ding Sanlei, a seasoned Foundation Builder, quickly adapted.
Though puzzled how Xiao Chen resisted the ghost, he noted Xiao Chen’s lower cultivation stage—a glaring weakness.
Raising his sword, he unleashed his ultimate move: “Yellow Spring Flight Passage!”
Elder Liu’s face paled.
Earlier, this technique had overwhelmed him with deceptive lightness masking immense force, bypassing conventional defenses through brute-force disruption.
Xiao Chen, however, met it head-on: “You’re the strongest demonic cultivator I’ve faced yet. Let’s test my new sword technique.”
“Seven Star Sword Technique—Yuheng!”
Yuheng’s hallmark was balance—simultaneous hardness and softness.
It thrived against both trickery and brute force.
When the sword beams collided, Yellow Spring Flight Passage dissipated instantly.
Elder Liu gaped.
Earlier, this technique had felt unstoppable. Now—was that all?
Ding Sanlei, stunned, demanded, “How do you know the Seven Star Sword Technique?!”
He’d recognized the style during the clash—Heifeng Sanren’s famed sword art.
They’d sparred before, with Ding Sanlei dominating.
Seeing Xiao Chen use Yuheng, he’d prepared to counter—only to find his Earth Tier sword art matched blow-for-blow.
“This is just a Yellow Tier technique! How can it rival my Earth Tier?!”
The gap in cultivation stages was the only reason he wasn’t losing outright.
It defied logic.
But there was no time to ponder.
“Roaring Yellow Springs, Manifest Ten Thousand Forms!”
Ding Sanlei shattered, his body parts reforming into eighteen clones, each wielding a Flying Sword.
Though spiritual sense revealed only one true form, the illusion was flawless.
“A guessing game?” Xiao Chen smirked. “Let me play too.”
With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned twenty-seven rosy clouds, blocking all attack angles.
Ding Sanlei hesitated—these clouds resisted spiritual sense, and outnumbered his clones.
He knew instantly: traps lurked within.
But he wasn’t worried.
Each clone was a mana-forged entity, and he could swap positions with any at will.
The eighteen clones surged leftward, charging into the rosy clouds.
“Boom!”
Eighteen explosions erupted in unison.
(End of Chapter)
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