Phantom Shadow Demon Trace

Volume 2: Phantom Shadow Demon Trace, Chapter 27: This Is Truly Going Too Far!

"I will let you see right now that I, Bai Qiuran, also have a flying sword!"

"Not running anymore? Is your True Essence exhausted?"

"Oh my god!" Bai Qiuran's face fell, looking as if he had just eaten excrement.

"Heh, it seems you really have a lot, a lot of misunderstandings about the Divine Martial Heavenly Army."

However, none of them died; they were merely severely injured, lying on the ground and emitting intermittent, painful groans.

The expressions of the Baiyue Temple disciples changed in unison, and even the face of the Golden Core old Daoist turned deathly pale.

"The thing I hate most is people flaunting their flying swords in front of me! Sword, come!"

So, after that old Daoist shouted things like "You are only at the Qi Refining Stage" and "Where would you get the True Essence from," Bai Qiuran felt that his emotions were becoming a bit unstable.

As a cultivator at the sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-fourth... no, the sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage, although he had spent three thousand years trying every possible way to make up for all his shortcomings, there were always a few aspects that he could never compensate for, no matter how hard he tried.

As a Golden Core Stage cultivator, he could collapse mountains and split valleys with his full strength, but even he could not pull a heavy stone sword—thirty to forty meters long and thicker than two people's waists—into the sky using only physical strength, whipping it around until it whistled.

With a low shout, the ultimate technique was activated. Under the stimulation of the True Essence within Zuo Yanfei, the blood and Qi throughout her body began to boil.

A Baiyue Temple disciple behind the old Daoist pointed at Bai Qiuran and laughed: "You can't even release a flying sword; you are truly bluffing. Senior brothers and junior brothers, come, let us show this little Qi Refining brother what a flying sword looks like!"

Zuo Yanfei flashed inside, and Pei Shan and Pei Dao followed without hesitation, but halfway through, they saw Zuo Yanfei stop in her tracks.

With a loud bang, the Indestructible Golden Core True Essence of the old Daoist could not withstand the endless True Qi and was instantly countered and broken by the reverse flow of True Qi. The old Daoist himself was pressed against the stone sword, vomiting blood as he was sent crashing into the group of disciples.

The Golden Core Stage old Daoist waved his hand and said: "If nothing else, if you can release a flying sword, I will consider you the winner."

Having said that, she took a deep breath of True Essence and activated the secret ultimate technique of the Divine Martial Heavenly Army.

The Golden Core Stage old Daoist hurriedly raised his hand and said: "Please, stay calm!" His hand trembled as he took a bundle of Immortal Rope, refined from the tendons of a great demon beast, out of his Storage Bag.

And flying on a sword was an eternal pain in Bai Qiuran's heart. Back in the early days when his Master was still around, the thing his Senior Disciple Brother loved most was taking his junior sister out for a joyride to flirt, while Bai Qiuran could only stand on the mountain, watching with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

However, adhering to the principle of a gentleman speaking before acting, Bai Qiuran still patiently tried to persuade these teachers and disciples of Baiyue Temple: "You had best not make a move... really, you will regret it."

Meanwhile, Pei Shan and Pei Dao were also incensed by Zuo Yanfei's actions, failing to notice that with Zuo Yanfei's footwork and familiarity with the terrain, she could have completely shaken them off and escaped.

"This young lady, only by enduring a moment of physical pain can you have a future... We have one at the Foundation Establishment Mid Stage and one at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage dealing with you, a Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator. Plus, there is an elemental suppression; even if you are a disciple of the Divine Martial Heavenly Army, it is impossible for you to defeat us."

One of these was True Essence. The Qi Sea within Bai Qiuran was nearly infinite. Even with his current, uncountable amount of True Qi, the goal of filling his Qi Sea remained far out of reach, so using the limit of the Qi Sea to compress True Essence had become a pipe dream.

Pei Dao sneered and clenched his fists.

Bai Qiuran flicked his hand, and the Immortal Rope flew out, wrapping around the thirty-to-forty-meter-long giant stone sword held in the hand of the stone statue of the former emperor of Dingguo.

He pulled hard, and the palm of the former emperor's statue shattered. The giant stone sword was instantly yanked up by him and swung into the air, whipping up a gale and whistling loudly.

Zuo Yanfei took a step, and the two short spears in her hands merged into a long spear.

"You all guessed wrong. I led you here not because I was exhausted, nor to beg for mercy, but because—"

"Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats!"

Without True Essence, he could not perform some of the most basic postures for cultivators, such as flying on a sword or casting magic spells.

Bai Qiuran lowered his head, his face as dark as ink, but he suddenly looked up again, revealing a cold smile at the Baiyue Temple disciples.

Bai Qiuran poured a surge of powerful True Qi into the stone sword, and the stone sword immediately emitted a brilliant, majestic light. He roared, pulled the stone sword, and slammed it toward the group of Baiyue Temple disciples.

There had always been a pain in Bai Qiuran's heart.

"Haha, can't do it anymore, right?"

A sword crossed the sky, the blade carrying rolling True Qi, pressing down on these Baiyue Temple people like a stone wall. The Baiyue disciples were frightened and at a loss, with only the Golden Core Stage old Daoist pinching a few Imprint Techniques, his body erupting in golden light as he pushed his palms against the body of the stone sword.

Based on this philosophy, the commanders and strategists of the Divine Martial Heavenly Army developed an ultimate technique. When the person activating the technique uses Divine Martial Heavenly Army moves, they receive a power bonus. The more severely injured they are, the greater the power they unleash. Furthermore, when the injury reaches a certain level, this ultimate technique stimulates True Essence, autonomously repairing the user's body and allowing them to fight continuously for a considerable amount of time.

"For example... we disciples of the Divine Martial Heavenly Army are capable of overcoming elemental suppression and fighting two opponents of a higher realm at once!"

Deep in the dense forest of Dingjiangshan, Zuo Yanfei sped along, using the footwork of the Divine Martial Heavenly Army and her familiarity with the mountain terrain to weave through the forest, occasionally launching harassing attacks on Pei Shan and Pei Dao, who were trailing behind her.

Seeing this, Bai Qiuran snorted coldly, pulled on the Immortal Rope in his hand, and accurately inserted the stone sword back into its original place.

"Hmph, who said I don't have a flying sword? Don't you regret this."

"Ha, little friend, I have seen such bluffing tactics many times in my life."

"Calm my ass!"

As the Divine Martial Heavenly Army, whose philosophy was to cultivate warriors, their greatest strength lay not only in the use of various equipment and close-quarters combat but also in their characteristic of becoming braver the more they fought on the battlefield.

As a warrior, one would face opponents several times their number or far stronger than themselves at any time on the battlefield, but a qualified warrior, even if they were to die, must drag the enemy down to hell with them.

"This is truly going too far! A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators ganging up to bully me, a Qi Refining stage cultivator—is there no justice left in this Cultivation World?"

"Obediently surrender... Although Senior Brother Pei Qing said so, you little wench have been giving us such a hard time; it wouldn't be right if we didn't collect some interest from you."

The silver spear in her hand danced like a silver dragon. The heroic female general held the spear with one hand and pointed the other at Pei Shan and Pei Dao, shouting: "It is because I am going to defeat you here and reverse this losing trend!"

"Looking good, isn't it? My humble flying sword?"

With a loud boom, a deep sword mark appeared near the Dingjiangshan statue, and those Baiyue Temple disciples, just like their master, vomited blood one after another and were sent flying.

High-level members of the Divine Martial Heavenly Army were killing machines that could fight a hundred on the battlefield, and this ultimate technique that made the Divine Martial Heavenly Army so terrifying was called—

Pei Shan also persuaded: "Rest assured, we will not cause the young lady any life-threatening harm, nor will we ruin your purity."

Although magic spells could be compensated for with Imprint Techniques, in the end, one type of Imprint Technique could only compensate for one type of elemental spell. The sea of techniques was infinite, and some spells even required the use of True Essence to mobilize the Qi of several elements simultaneously. For such spells, Bai Qiuran could only watch helplessly.

The Baiyue Temple disciples laughed out loud together, then released their respective flying swords, which were colorful and brilliant. Some even manipulated their flying swords to deliberately hover in front of Bai Qiuran's nose, teasing his nerves.

Chasing all the way, the two followed Zuo Yanfei to a deep canyon that could barely accommodate one person.

"Little friend... no, Fellow Daoist!"