The Path of Being Human

"All Conditioned Things Are Impermanent Seal!"

He grabbed the Seal Talisman Master, quickly forming hand seals. Seven layers of barriers appeared in front of him, making everything seem ethereal and indistinct, as if viewed through a bronze mirror, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Just as the Fuzang hand seal was formed, a dazzling sword light shone through the smoke and dust from the explosion, and a golden dragon roared out. Centered on the sword tip where the dragon's head was located, the air was released and retracted, forming a vortex of energy. The sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls were deafening and captivating. The surrounding rocks could not withstand the impact of the residual force and instantly shattered into dust, which flew wildly in the air like flying catkins.

"Fair-Weather Thunder Stirs, the Hibernating Dragon Rises!"

Si Ming and sword as one, moved like a collapsing mountain, and those who stood in his way were utterly defeated. The golden dragon crashed head-on, using its ruthless Sword Qi to shatter the ethereal and unreal realm formed by the All Conditioned Things Are Impermanent Seal, and broke through seven barriers in succession, heading straight for Fuzang's face, intending to cut him down with its sword.

At this moment, Diwen, who was standing behind Fuzang, stepped forward. He was short and looked like a dwarf; one would subconsciously overlook him if they didn't look closely.

His eyes gleamed with a sinister light. He neither flinched nor dodged. His palms parted and then came together again, one above the other. A dark, deathly aura emanated from his fingers, circulating and swirling, transforming into a profound and eerie aura that sealed and enveloped the Dragon Scale Sword.

Si Ming felt as if the Sword Qi energy had vanished into thin air, completely absorbed. The deathly aura, like dark clouds, swirled and entangled along the sword, like the claws of a demon reaching out to drag him into the depths of hell. Even more terrifying was the desolate atmosphere, which could evoke a chilling sense of death in one's heart, as if all things were decaying and withering away.

After breaking the All Conditioned Things Are Impermanent Seal, Si Ming 'One Sword power was mostly depleted, and it was reasonable that the remaining Sword Qi was absorbed. However, the opponent's move was indeed brilliant. He had originally used the Great Yin-Yang Heaven-Severing Hand to intercept the opponent's Primal Qi for his own use, but he ended up absorbing a lot of death energy, and even the Yin-Yang power was difficult to dispel. He immediately suffered a loss, and his Qi and Blood and qi in his body turned cold.

Diwen saw his opponent's body freeze and stiffen, he assumed it was his Deathly Nether True Qi taking effect. He immediately unleashed another killing move, his sleeves billowing a chilling wind, and a thick cloud of sorrow spreading outwards. Within a ten-zhang radius, even the bright sunlight dimmed, and the chill of death spread silently. The grass and trees withered and died at a visible speed, forming rings that gradually dispersed, creating a vast, desolate area filled with deathly energy.

"Twilight Grows Dim!"

His dark eyes faintly revealed the terrifying scenes of the eighteen levels of hell. Diwen was filled with a cold, profound, and heavy aura, like the King of Youming who controls the life and death of all things. He gathered boundless death energy in his palms and released it, ready to severely injure his opponent in one fell swoop.

However, Fuzang's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Be careful! Retreat quickly!"

Suddenly, the sword light shone brightly, and lightning crackled across the sky, sweeping away demons and monsters and displaying the righteous energy of heavenly punishment. It was the Evil-Slaying Sword Art, which was specifically designed to break Evil Method.

"Total Extermination of Yao and Ghosts!"

Diwen's Nether Darkness True Art has nothing to do with poison, filth, or evil; it is only associated with the word "evil." Therefore, it did not fully activate the restraining effect of the Evil-Slaying Sword Art. However, even if it was only a partial effect, it was still Diwen could not withstand.

The eerie wind and Youming clouds vanished instantly, and the deathly aura of the underworld was completely cleansed. Before the sword blade even reached him, Diwen was shaken so badly that his Qi and Blood and qi surged, and his internal organs felt like they were about to burst. Fortunately, Diwen Fuzang in time, forming a hand Law Seals to block the thunderous Sword Qi. He used the sacred Buddhist School technique to isolate the evil-slaying effect, which saved Diwen's life.

"Interesting teamwork. You two, take another One Sword from me."

With a flick of his sword, Si Ming unleashed his Sword Qi, suppressing the two men and easily gaining the upper hand against them.

On the other side, amidst the billowing dust, Lin Qingxiang, who had dodged the explosion by burrowing underground, hadn't even had time to recover from the shock when he suddenly heard the sound of something heavy breaking through the air. He quickly dodged and saw a silver-black alloy heavy sword stuck in the ground, sending countless pieces of rock flying.

Lin Qingxiang glanced at the heavy sword, then looked up at the approaching figure and said, "When I learned that this was an operation targeting the Remote Heaven Society, I had a vague premonition that I would meet you during this mission—and sure enough, you have appeared."

"Haha, is this what they call sibling intuition?"

Lin Qingtong drew the alloy greatsword with one hand, laughing as she looked at Lin Qingxiang: "Brother and sister, after so long apart, don't you have anything touching to say to me?"

Lin Qingxiang said in a cold voice, "Let's kill each other!"

Chapter 751 The Path of Being a Person

The brother and sister killed each other without any hesitation, going all out from the start.

Lin Qingxiang became one with his sword, unleashing the divine Xiaolian, which brought forth a dazzling light, like sunlight shining on the earth, weaving into a dense, impenetrable net that enveloped Lin Qingtong.

When Lin Qingxiang pushed his speed to its limit, even the sword light disappeared, leaving only a faint black shadow in the sunlight. When it touched rocks and trees, it passed by swiftly and silently, cutting through them without making a sound. It was clear that it had cut them open, but no cracks could be seen. Only when you pushed them with your hand did you realize that these things had already been cut in half.

The Xiaolian Sword can only be considered a mid-grade divine weapon in terms of overall quality, but its sharpness is top-grade. Lin Qingtong wielded the alloy heavy sword, her strength like a waterfall protecting her body, but each block left a sword mark on the broad blade. If it weren't for the fact that her alloy heavy sword was thick and large enough, it would have broken long ago if it were an ordinary sword.

Silver light flashed in every inch of space in front of Lin Qingtong, dazzling arcs swirling and flying, like a dream, while Lin Qingxiang's figure appeared and disappeared among the silver light, even more like a ghost, the swirling Sword Qi he wielded transformed into a howling storm under the blast of Sword Intent.

Amidst the storm and the frenzied attack, Lin Qingtong laughed loudly, "Big brother, after all these years, you're still using the same old tricks! Not enough, not enough, not enough! With this little bit of killing intent, you can't kill me at all!"

"Shut up, you traitor who betrayed your master and ancestors! You dared to use the Wenlin Formless Art and the Heavenly Peng Sword Art!" Lin Qingxiang shouted angrily.

"This martial art is useful, so naturally I'll use it. As for who created it, why should I care? As you said, I've even done things like betraying my master and ancestors, so what's the big deal about stealing martial arts? If I were to leave my sect and never use their martial arts again, wouldn't I become a righteous gentleman?"

Lin Qingtong was unconvinced. With her heavy sword and the Wenlin Formless Art, she absorbed the airflow and channeled it into her sword energy, forming an invisible shield to block the attack. No matter how fast the opponent was, they could not break through it.

Lin Qingxiang's anger intensified. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly shot into the air. The storm of Sword Qi energy below followed closely behind, forming a vortex of air around his body. The Xiaolian Sword flew out of his hand and spun rapidly in mid-air, quickly transforming into a white-incandescent light sword. The Primal Qi between heaven and earth frantically converged towards the sword, transforming into surging thunder under the stimulation of the light sword.

"Frenzied Moth Thunder Assault!"

In an instant, the heavens and earth seemed to beat like drums, and space trembled incessantly. Lin Qingxiang swung his sword downwards, unleashing a deafening roar that drowned out all other sounds in the world.

The sound waves surged like a tide, transforming into visible, fine ripples that spread outwards in concentric circles. Countless jagged cracks appeared on the ground below. Lin Qingtong looked up and saw a white-blazing lightning dragon reflected in her pupils. The intense wind pressure made her hair shake wildly, and her body was unable to move under the pressure. Faced with such a powerful and murderous attack, a wildly joyful smile appeared on her face.

"That's it! This is the kind of battle I've been wanting to experience! Come on!"

The thunderous Sword Qi emitted a dazzling white light, winding and twisting like a mad snake dancing wildly, or like swords falling, piercing the sky and tearing the atmosphere. Its majestic power was overwhelming. Lin Qingxiang rode the thunder dragon and swooped down, with the storm of Sword Qi following closely behind.

"Cloud Peng Rends the Sky!"

Lin Qingtong gripped the alloy heavy sword with both hands, her metallic muscles suddenly bulged, and her body expanded in size. The surrounding air currents swirled, forming a ferocious phantom of a roc on her body, which slashed fiercely at the thunder dragon.

The cloud-roc shook the thunder dragon, and in that instant the spectacular scene froze, the lightning abruptly dissipated. The alloy heavy sword drew a 270-degree arc, first upward and then downward, before crashing to the ground with a bang!

With a deafening explosion, fan-shaped cracks appeared on the ground, starting from the tip of the greatsword and spreading outwards for hundreds of meters, turning the earth upside down as if it had been plowed.

Lin Qingxiang flew out, splattering blood. Half of his body was a mangled mess, and even the hand holding the sword was broken, revealing the white bone. The tip of the Xiaolian Sword was broken off, and three inches of the blade was severed. It spun and stuck into the ground.

"Hahaha, so what if it's a divine weapon? It can still be broken by a crudely made tool. Weight is everything."

Lin Qingtong brandished her sword, ready to press her advantage. However, the lightning that the Thunder Dragon had transformed into after being defeated did not dissipate. Instead, it combined with the Sword Qi that followed, transforming into hundreds of lightning moths that swarmed towards Lin Qingtong.

"Oh no, a lightning rod!"

Lin Qingtong's expression changed, realizing that this move was clearly aimed at her Metal Cells. She wanted to Blink her sword to defend, but arcs of electricity flashed across her body, causing her to pause. This was because she had been affected by the residual force of the lightning when she defeated the thunder dragon, and her body was paralyzed. Although the effect was not significant, it was enough at the critical moment. She was instantly engulfed by the swarm of moths, and her whole body was enveloped in incandescent lightning.

With a series of crackling sounds, the lightning dissipated, leaving the ground charred black. Lin Qingtong, her whole body steaming, fell forward, but halfway down, she suddenly stepped forward to support herself and slowly straightened up.