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Chapter 364: Mechanisms and Numerical Power Combined!
Chapter 364: Mechanisms and Numerical Power Combined!
Lv Yang tore through the Southern Frontier, his sword aura blazing like a radiant beam that locked onto the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect—straight toward the Ten Thousand Venom Cavern.
The sect’s two True Men pursued him relentlessly.
“This one dares to provoke us? He’s asking for death!” Dragon Centipede True Man sneered. “If he weren’t from the Sword Pavilion, any ordinary cultivator flaunting their power here would’ve been turned into a human venom puppet long ago!”
Ephemeral Cicada True Man shook his head. “A disciple from a major sect, newly Foundation-Built—arrogance is expected. The more he struts, the better it serves us. I was worried how to lure him deeper into the Southern Frontier, but now he’s practically handed us the advantage.”
“Agreed,” Dragon Centipede True Man scoffed. “Once we trap him, we’ll make him taste true suffering. Let’s teach him there’s always someone stronger!”
Within moments, Lv Yang had flown ten thousand li deeper into the Southern Frontier. Behind him, the Sword Pavilion’s mountain range vanished into the horizon. All that remained were endless forests and thick, sinister miasma swirling in the sky.
A piercing screech shattered the air.
“Screech!”
From the clouds emerged a monstrous creature—a dragon-headed, centipede-bodied behemoth stretching miles long, its crimson eyes locking onto Lv Yang.
Lv Yang calculated the beast’s origin with a single gesture. This is the Dragon Centipede Beetle—forged by infusing true dragon blood into a venom seed implanted into one’s Dao Foundation. When the Venomous Divination Beetle emerges from its cocoon, it becomes the practitioner’s life-bound venom, akin to a True Man’s Divine Ability.
“You’re a fiend from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect?”
"Before the words left his lips, Lv Yang snapped his fingers. Instantly, thunderous sword hums erupted around him, rolling like muffled thunder across the heavens."
Below, the forests trembled as beasts fled in terror.
“Where’s the sect leader?”
Lv Yang held his sword seal steady, a blade of light coiling around his fingertip. “I come on orders from my master, Dangmo True Man, to investigate the missing Jiangnan civilians. Does the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect leader refuse to explain himself?”
Dragon Centipede True Man barked out a laugh.
“Insolent!”
The sect, a Southern Frontier stronghold, was led by a Foundation-Building Late-Stage Great True Sovereign. To demand their leader’s presence? Dangmo True Man himself might warrant such respect—but this upstart disciple?
Did he think he was some late-stage grand sword cultivator?
With a snarl, Dragon Centipede True Man opened his maw, exhaling a suffocating black mist that surged toward Lv Yang.
True Men of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect cultivated by feeding Celestial Vanguard and Terrestrial Sha to their Venomous Divination Beetles. This black mist was one such venom—the Soul-Turning Black Beetle. What seemed like smoke was, in truth, a swarm of microscopic beetles.
Once struck, the beetles would swarm inside, piercing even treasures’ protective light or diamond-hard flesh. They’d devour the victim’s soul from the tiniest cracks.
This was Dragon Centipede’s ultimate technique—a full-force assault meant to obliterate Lv Yang’s physical form.
But Lv Yang merely grinned.
“Perfect.”
“The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect dares retaliate instead of answering the Sword Pavilion’s inquiry? Truly a sect of twisted devils—not just ordinary demons.”
Time to strike hard!
As he spoke, a sword hum rang out. Lv Yang’s blade split into hundreds, then thousands, then ten thousand threads of infinitesimal sword qi. Invisible to divine consciousness, they pierced the black mist, annihilating the swarm of Soul-Turning Black Beetles before cleaving toward Dragon Centipede True Man.
With a shriek, the True Man twisted his body, vanishing in a puff of black smoke.
“Mid-Stage Foundation-Built!?”
Lv Yang’s unleashed power, bolstered by dual sword Divine Abilities, revealed his true realm. The two sect True Men exchanged alarmed glances.
“Damn it!”
Ephemeral Cicada True Man, lurking in shadows, realized their miscalculation. They’d assumed Lv Yang was Early Foundation-Built at best—two mid-stage cultivators overpowering a junior? A sure win.
But equal realms changed everything. How could they, a pair of venom cultivators, match a swordsman?
“This is hopeless. Retreat first…”
Ephemeral Cicada True Man joined his companion, summoning his life-bound venom—the Ephemeral Cicada Beetle.
As the saying goes: The morning mushroom knows not dusk or dawn; the ephemeral cicada knows not spring or autumn.
This beetle severed divine consciousness, cloaking the battlefield in illusions. Instantly, the world darkened, leaving only the beetle’s master to see clearly.
“Now!”
Ephemeral Cicada True Man made for escape—but a chilling voice halted him.
“Leaving so soon?”
Lv Yang stood with eyes closed, a radiant sword core materializing in his hand—the Mystic River Eternal Guardian Gold Blade. Born from his Dao Foundation, it was both his sword core and Divine Ability.
“Willbinding Trap!”
In an instant, Ephemeral Cicada True Man found himself frozen beside Dragon Centipede. His Ephemeral Cicada Beetle remained unsummoned. The previous scene—the darkened world, the escape—had all been illusions conjured by Lv Yang’s Divine Ability.
“What happened!?”
Ephemeral Cicada True Man faltered. Lv Yang’s Life-Bound Divine Ability, Willbinding Trap, had ensnared both foes from the moment they appeared. Any hostile action would dissolve into illusion; only events favoring him would manifest as reality.
“Still… my power can’t sustain many more Willbinding Traps…”
Lv Yang had deliberately avoided assuming a Great True Sovereign’s position to test his true strength. Though advantaged, subduing two fleeing foes would still require effort.
But he had another ace.
“Fortune-Drawing Fate-Sign!”
With a thought, three fate signs materialized before him:
[Event: Slay Dragon Centipede and Ephemeral Cicada True Men]
[Great Auspice: Your overwhelming power easily obliterates them.]
[Minor Auspice: Though adept at fleeing, they eventually fall after you expend effort.]
[Fleeting Auspice: Their luck holds, but your poor condition forces you to assume a Great True Sovereign’s power, crushing them instantly.]
“Too much disparity—no chance of a bad draw.”
Lv Yang seized the Great Auspice, sealing victory. Combined with Willbinding Trap, the outcome was set!
His sword would strike—once, and only once!
“Boom!”
Lv Yang unsheathed his blade. Radiant sword light, as if divinely guided, flashed between Ephemeral Cicada and Dragon Centipede True Man before they could even raise their defenses.
The two stood frozen, their consciousnesses lagging behind the blade’s speed.
Finally, one raised a trembling hand to his neck.
“Is my head still…?”
Too late. The sword had severed both heads before their minds registered death.
Their decapitated spiritual bodies collapsed.
“Clang!”
The blade returned to its sheath.
Then, with a deafening roar, the two headless corpses exploded into a storm of Spiritual Tide!
(End of Chapter)
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