Wyrm Swallowing Sword Cry

Wyrm Swallowing Sword Cry

Crimson Flame and White Sword Light collided without cease, detonating in waves of violent explosions.

The Profound Capital City below was caught in the aftermath and plunged into a sea of flames.

Their fight did not last long. Kou Hong's cultivation had originally been inferior to Dao Xuanzi's, and the Immortal-Mortal Miasma had depleted his vital energy earlier. He soon fell into a disadvantage.

Dao Xuanzi showed no mercy, and his sword attacks grew ever sharper.

Just then, that aged voice rang out once more.

"Dao Xuanzi is fickle and vindictive, repaying every slight in kind. If he wins, none of us will survive. Men, heed my command! Help Immortal Master Kou Hong deal with Dao Xuanzi!"

Kou Hong was overjoyed at those words.

With a flash, he retreated far from Dao Xuanzi. Watching Dao Xuanzi get drowned beneath a swarm of bullets, he shouted smugly, "As they say, those who commit many injustices will bring about their own destruction. Who would have thought that Dao Xuanzi, who always prided himself on his lofty integrity, would betray his word and suffer the backlash!"

Dao Xuanzi had already been driven into a state of vexed confusion by the hidden enemy's tactics. Hearing Kou Hong's words now nearly made him cough up blood in rage.

"You idiot!" Unable to endure any longer, he cursed Kou Hong.

"Good! You've finally spoken what was truly in your heart!" Kou Hong shot back without yielding. "You pride yourself on being clever, so why have you now been abandoned by all? Even the mortals you painstakingly recruited have betrayed you. This is called being undone by your own cleverness!"

Dao Xuanzi was left speechless. He simply ignored this fool and swung out wave after wave of Sword Light, harvesting the lives of those mortal soldiers who dared attack him.

Yet these mortals were like locusts, impossible to kill off completely. After one batch was slain, another swiftly emerged from who knew where to take their place.

Dao Xuanzi also had to guard against the Immortal-Mortal Miasma, leaving him able to use only long-range attacks that consumed considerable energy. For a time, the battlefield fell into a strange deadlock.

Just then, the aged voice rang out again, like a lingering spirit that would not disperse.

"Immortal Master Kou Hong, our men are nearly dead or wounded to the last. Once Dao Xuanzi has slaughtered us all, do you think you will be spared? If you do not act now, when will you act?" The voice was urgent, with a faint sobbing note to it.

The voice jolted Kou Hong awake.

He looked at Dao Xuanzi, his expression turning solemn. "Exactly. Dao Xuanzi, you and I have known each other for a hundred years. Though we turned against one another over the Core Formation Skill, we were both seeking immortality and relied on our own abilities. There was nothing inherently wrong with that. I will give you one last chance. If you abandon the Core Formation Skill and leave on your own, I will not trouble you further. Otherwise, I fear only one of us will leave this alive."

Dao Xuanzi sighed softly but said nothing. He merely raised his sword and charged toward Kou Hong.

"Very well. After fleeing all this way recently, I comprehended another Daoist Art. It is perfect for sending you on your way!" Kou Hong's face was grave.

He then traced a talisman in the air with his hand. "Daoist Art: Imprison Dragon!"

Flame Shackles appeared throughout the space above, below, and around Dao Xuanzi. They vaguely formed an array, becoming an enormous cage that trapped him at its center.

"Break!" Feeling immense pressure suddenly descend upon him, Dao Xuanzi's expression hardened. He took a deep breath, and behind him, the Phantom Projection of a rust-speckled iron sword faintly emerged.

Empowered by that Phantom Projection, the Sword Light he unleashed seemed to receive some kind of enhancement. When it struck the flaming prison, the roaring flames froze in an instant, then rapidly dimmed.

Kou Hong seemed to have expected this. He laughed loudly. "Dao Xuanzi, you and I have known each other for a hundred years and fought side by side against countless enemies. Outsiders all say my cultivation is far inferior to yours, and that is indeed true. But cultivation is cultivation, and battle is battle. If we truly fight to the death, who wins and who loses is still uncertain!"

"Things have come to this, so there is no need for you to hold back. Let me see whether your Dao Xuan Sword is stronger, or whether my Daoist Art is superior!"

Boundless fighting spirit erupted from Kou Hong's eyes. "Daoist Art: Devour Dragon!"

The flames that had dimmed suddenly went out completely, yet Dao Xuanzi's expression changed drastically as the flaming prison vanished.

It turned out that beneath the flames forming the prison lay brown branches, one after another. Like venomous snakes, they had lurked in secret, waiting for the moment to strike. Now that the flames had abruptly extinguished, they shot toward Dao Xuanzi with the force of thunder. Along the way, they spread and grew madly, forming a frantically twisting monstrosity in the blink of an eye, ready to swallow Dao Xuanzi whole! "Dao Xuan!" At the brink of life and death, Dao Xuanzi was startled but not panicked.

In the sky, the enormous projection of the rusted sword fully manifested.

The Wyrm Dragon Branch seemed to have encountered its natural enemy and instinctively froze for a moment. But then, as though its ferocity had been provoked, it swept toward Dao Xuanzi with even greater madness.

Dao Xuanzi swung his sword, and the Phantom Projection behind him mirrored the motion.

The space before him froze layer upon layer, like the surface of water swept by bitter cold.

The writhing Wyrm Dragon Branch collided with the massive Dao Xuan sword. After holding out for only a moment, it was forced back step by step.

The Wyrm Dragon Branch exploded into glittering fragments one after another. Though it had seemed so vicious, it was not even a match for a single exchange with the Dao Xuan Sword! His meticulously prepared Daoist Art was crushed with one blow, yet as the giant sword projection was about to reach him, Kou Hong neither dodged nor evaded. There was no fear in his eyes.

"Daoist Art: Transform Dragon!"

At Kou Hong's furious shout, a small portion of the Wyrm Dragon Branch Fragments drifting throughout the sky suddenly came alive.

They rapidly gathered together, forming a brand-new Wyrm Dragon Branch.

Its color was even deeper than that of the twisted monstrosity from before, and two protrusions grew from its foremost tip like dragon horns! The Wyrm Dragon Branch was like a sharp sword, stabbing toward Dao Xuanzi without hesitation, faintly accompanied by a Dragon's Roar!

A trace of admiration flashed through Dao Xuanzi's eyes, but the massive Dao Xuan sword showed no sign of withdrawing.

In a fight to the death, what mattered was who was more decisive and more ruthless!

The victor lived. The loser died. That was all!

At that critical moment, the aged voice that had continuously circled above Profound Capital City rang out once more.

"Immortal Master Kou Hong, we will lend you a hand!"

Before the words had even faded, long Tail Flames, seemingly premeditated, came roaring from every direction and bombarded the area around Dao Xuanzi, erupting into a sky full of bloody rain! "Ah!" Caught off guard, Dao Xuanzi let out a miserable cry, and the aura around him plummeted.

The Dao Xuan Phantom Projection dimmed with it. Seizing the opportunity, the Wyrm Dragon Branch surged against the tide, broke through the frozen space, and rooted itself in Dao Xuanzi's body! Meanwhile, the sword projection Dao Xuanzi had swung was like an arrow at the end of its flight. After only making Kou Hong cough up several mouthfuls of blood, it dispersed on its own.

"Cough, cough..." Dao Xuanzi gave a bitter laugh. He wanted to say something, but could no longer speak.

In only a moment, devoured by the Wyrm Dragon Branch, he turned into a skeleton.