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Chapter 276: Severing the Sea!
Chapter 276: Severing the Sea!
Kill him without mercy!
As Lv Yang’s words echoed, Suo Huan glanced over, surprised. “Forgive my bluntness, but I’ve heard you’re not one for reckless combat.”
Lv Yang shook his head. “I’ve simply chosen not to fight—never assume I cannot.”
With that, he reversed his Tribulation Tempest Blade behind his back, his expression calm. “Besides, our path lies ahead, and retreat is impossible. A duel seems inevitable.”
“Then let’s duel!” Suo Huan grinned, straightening his posture. “Leave the underlings to you, and the Grand True Man to me. You can trust me.”
The remark drew a sidelong glance from Lv Yang. As a Holy Sect True Man, suspicion was second nature—even more so when their fates intertwined. Yet today, the camaraderie felt genuine.
“In that case, I’ll take you at your word.”
“Ha!” Suo Huan roared with laughter.
What Lv Yang didn’t know was this: as an outsider cultivator who’d endured six centuries in the Overseas Dominion, ‘Dao Companion’ was a title he’d long offered in vain. Those beneath his cultivation called him Senior, equals called him Exiled Cultivator, and superiors sneered at him as a parasite. Not once had anyone reciprocated the honorific—until now.
Standing shoulder to shoulder against shared peril, for the first time in six hundred years, the prodigal genius felt something stir—a rare, unshackled joy.
“Boom!”
Suo Huan vanished, leaving Lv Yang alone. The latter stood poised, blade reversed, as the sea beneath him churned violently, erupting into towering waves.
“Clang!”
The Tribulation Tempest Blade thrummed violently, its glow revealing a spectral figure—a matured, more imposing version of the Avici Sword’s former Sword Spirit. Formerly the most sentient of Lv Yang’s treasures, the Avici Sword had transcended its rebirth, its essence refined into this new blade, its spirit now radiant with power.
The spirit bowed. “Shall I accompany you?”
“To victory,” Lv Yang replied softly.
The spirit dissolved into the blade. Channeling his power, Lv Yang summoned a storm of spiritual energy, the heavens quaking as the sea roared in response.
Simultaneously, at the Yuan’ci Magnetic Mountain…
“Hmph?”
Dragon Princess Sui Ling’s eyes snapped open, her dragon pupils locking onto the disturbance. Lv Yang’s aura blazed unguarded now, his Dao Foundation manifesting as a golden cloud, tearing through the sky with such force that mountains inverted and clouds parted—a display of power that shook the heavens.
“So you were the one who killed my brother Chong Ying?” Sui Ling hissed, recognizing the bloodline Qi. “The Demonic Sect’s Yuan Tu?”
“Enlightened Suffering” Hui Ku and other Pure Land monks, poised to strike, recoiled at the sight of Lv Yang’s sword beam. Even their sacred light dimmed in fear.
Sui Ling scoffed. “A fraud hiding behind reputation.” With 490,000 demonic soldiers arrayed beneath her, how could he possibly prevail?
“Roar!”
She transformed—a sinuous True Dragon coiling amidst swirling demonic clouds. The formation surged: seven arrays anchored by Early Foundation Building dragonkin hybrids—Dragon Carp, Dragon Turtles, Dragon Softshells, Dragon Horses—released their might, invoking the Heavenly Demon Edict Sea Array.
The sea itself rose, billions of acres of water coalescing into a sky-spanning cascade, threatening to crush continents.
Lv Yang responded with a single strike.
The blade cleaved upward—a comet splitting the firmament, its arc searing through the deluge.
“Crash!”
The heavens split. Where Sui Ling’s array had merged sea and sky into chaos, Lv Yang’s blade carved clarity from the storm!
One strike.
The Heavenly Demon Edict Sea Array shattered. Half the demonic army vaporized in the shockwave; another quarter reduced to limbs; survivors bled out, broken. Four Early Foundation Beings died instantly, two beheaded, only one crawling free—a bloodied wretch.
“My prince… flee!”
The warning died on his lips as his body exploded into mist.
Sui Ling recoiled, the metallic stench of blood filling her nostrils. Impossible! Four hundred and ninety thousand soldiers, the entire Overturned Sea’s might—crushed by a single slash?
“Impossible!”
Yet the carnage spoke otherwise. Lv Yang advanced through the twilight, blade in hand, his dark eyes reflecting the carnage at his feet—a harbinger cloaked in crimson.
(End of Chapter)
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