Azure Lotus Sword Song: Second Form, Two Forms: Frost Sword! Tonight, Wine Boiling Sword *Ming* Reappears

Two Forms: Frost Sword! Tonight, Wine Boiling Sword Cry Returns

Zhao Wuji kicked aside the broken bricks and rubble.

Li Zhexian was revealed beneath them, covered in mud and seemingly unconscious.

Zhao Wuji did not reach down to grab him. Instead, a cold smile tugged at his lips as his bowl-sized fist smashed toward Li Zhexian's head without any flourish.

Li Zhexian's tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open.

His feet kicked off the ground as he slid several meters across the surface like a swimming fish.

Boom—!

Zhao Wuji's fist struck the spot where he had been.

Shattered stones flew everywhere, leaving behind a two-foot-deep crater.

Had that punch landed, Li Zhexian's head would have burst like a watermelon.

"Old bastard..."

Li Zhexian braced himself on the Azure Lotus Sword and staggered to his feet.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a solemn look flashed through his icy eyes.

He had underestimated things...

Or rather, he had underestimated the heroes of the world.

His undefeated record had bred within him the arrogant belief that when speaking of great figures, look only to the present age.

But today's battle...

Had mercilessly crushed that arrogance.

He had thought that hundreds of life-and-death battles in the Soul Fighting Arena had already tempered his combat experience to maturity.

Yet before Zhao Wuji, he had been suppressed completely.

The foundation of an older generation's powerhouse truly stood as firm as a rock.

"Li Zhexian..."

Zhao Wuji wiped the rain from his face, and a trace of appreciation unexpectedly appeared in his tiger-like eyes.

Setting aside their opposing positions.

Li Zhexian was the finest young Spirit Master he had ever seen.

Though he did not wish to admit it, even the Shrek Seven Devils could not compare.

However, that flicker of appreciation vanished in an instant, replaced by an even fiercer and more brutal killing intent.

"I can't let you live any longer!"

The Fourth Soul Ring beneath Zhao Wuji's feet shone with purple light.

An invisible aura locked onto Li Zhexian from afar.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Position Tracking!"

Zhao Wuji, known for his defense, erupted with terrifying speed.

The floor tiles beneath his feet exploded as his burly body tore through the air. In the blink of an eye, he was before Li Zhexian.

"Die!"

Zhao Wuji's fist, carrying immense force, drove straight toward Li Zhexian's chest!

Li Zhexian's expression changed drastically. There was no time to dodge!

He could only raise his sword across his chest!

Boom—!

The Azure Lotus Sword bent into an alarming arc under the blow before slamming heavily into Li Zhexian's chest.

"Puh—!"

Another mouthful of blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, several scarlet droplets even splashing onto Zhao Wuji's face.

The rain washed the blood into winding crimson streaks, making his rugged face appear even more savage.

As for Li Zhexian.

He was blasted dozens of meters away, crashing through several trees before finally falling heavily into the mud.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Li Zhexian struggled to prop himself up.

Every breath pulled at a needle-like pain in his chest.

His face was pale as he slowly lowered his head. His breastbone had caved in nearly an inch, and strange intertwined fiery-red and deep-blue light faintly shone through the broken bones.

If he had not cultivated the Molten Frost Spirit Vein Body.

Zhao Wuji's punch would have killed him.

Staring fixedly at the death-dealing figure dozens of meters away in the rainy night, Li Zhexian took out the Clear Spring Wine Gourd and raised it to his lips for a painful gulp.

The wine entered his throat.

It transformed into a torrential flood of energy that exploded within his body.

His heavily wounded body was repaired, and his depleted Soul Power filled once more.

Li Zhexian held his sword in his right hand and the gourd in his left.

He tilted the Wine Gourd, pouring the shimmering liquor over the Azure Lotus Sword.

The wine soaked into the blade. The longsword, which had originally glimmered with azure light, turned molten-iron red.

Twelve vivid red lotuses bloomed, even floating upon the blade's surface.

Boil, boil—

Hum, hum—

The wine boiled, and the sword hummed!

Tonight, amid this desperate situation, Wine Boiling Sword Cry appeared once more!

Li Zhexian's hunched back gradually straightened.

Scarlet stained his lips, and his white robes were covered in mud. He looked utterly disheveled.

Yet his gaze was terrifyingly sharp.

"Today..."

"Even if I, Li Zhexian, die, I'll tear a chunk of flesh from you!"

"Second Soul Skill—Three Swords of Splendor!"

"Azure Lotus Sword Song, First Form—Yaoguang!"

Setting aside elemental attributes.

The Yaoguang Sword was the sharpest sword Li Zhexian had wielded thus far.

Now, empowered by Three Swords of Splendor and Wine Boiling Sword Cry.

This strike!

Turned into countless cold stars spilling down from the Jade Terrace!

The dark blue-black Sky Curtain seemed to be torn open by an invisible hand.

A ray of Starlight suddenly descended. Within the ink-black rainy night, it shone brilliantly, illuminating the rain falling from the sky like countless intertwined beams of light.

Zhao Wuji, who had been striding closer, abruptly halted.

Such an anomaly made him frown deeply.

The faint pain coming from his arm.

Reminded him that this move was far from ordinary.

"A futile struggle!"

The ferocity in Zhao Wuji's eyes intensified.

Beneath his feet, the Seventh Soul Ring rose and rapidly expanded. Deep black light enveloped the entire forest.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul Avatar!"

Against Li Zhexian.

He had actually used his Martial Soul Avatar.

It showed just how intense his killing intent was.

The pitch-black radiance carried the weight of mountains.

With every step Zhao Wuji took, his body rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a Giant Bear over five meters tall.

Thick, gleaming golden fur covered his entire body, while a pair of lantern-like eyes flashed with savage red light. He resembled a moving hill.

A baleful wind rose from the ground.

It swept the rain curtain into slanting waves.

Li Zhexian's drenched white robes snapped loudly in the wind.

He raised the Azure Lotus Sword high, its tip aimed directly at the ray of Starlight descending from the heavens, as if drawing down the power of the stars.

Zhao Wuji stopped and assumed a defensive stance.

Yet he quickly sensed that something was wrong.

Cold!

A bone-piercing chill!

As rain fell upon his massive body, it carried a coldness that pierced into his bones.

"Li Zhexian, what trick are you playing?!"

Zhao Wuji charged at Li Zhexian with earthshaking force.

The rain poured down like a waterfall.

The world was a chaotic expanse of dark blue-black.

Li Zhexian stood amid the mud, his blood-soaked white robes already drenched through.

But the chill clinging to his skin could not overcome the resolve in his eyes.

Zhao Wuji's roar shattered the curtain of rain.

A bloody wind carrying icy raindrops rushed toward him.

Just as Zhao Wuji's giant palm was about to strike him, Li Zhexian suddenly twisted his wrist.

His sword technique changed.

Hum—!

The Azure Lotus Sword suddenly cried out.

The blade changed from crimson to deep blue inch by inch, like an ice river bursting open and tearing through the rainy night.

Where the sword edge passed, even the air seemed frozen.

The pooled water on the ground and the rain pouring from the sky began to flow upward.

They transformed into hundreds and thousands of crystalline threads of ice that wound around the blade, condensing into a frost sword several meters long.

The raindrops that had not yet merged with the Azure Lotus Sword hovered in midair.

Every droplet reflected a dark-blue sword shadow, like a frozen river of stars.

Li Zhexian stepped upon the water droplets in the air and leaped skyward.

His robes fluttered wildly, bringing up Ice Crystal that filled the sky.

He swept his sword toward the Giant Bear.

Zhao Wuji's giant palm collided with the frost sword.

The instant the cold light exploded.

The brittle crack of freezing climbed from the tips of his claws section by section.

Ice patterns spread along his golden fur like living creatures.

In an instant, Zhao Wuji had transformed into an ice sculpture.

"Puh—!"

However.

The recoil force from the frost sword.

Still struck Li Zhexian as if with a heavy hammer, sending him flying backward.

Even the wrist holding his sword twisted unnaturally, and piercing pain shot into his heart.

But even so.

Li Zhexian still gripped the hilt without loosening his hand in the slightest.

"Just because I called it Yaoguang... does that mean I have to use Yaoguang?"

This sword strike was precisely the second form of Azure Lotus Sword Song—Two Forms: Frost Sword.

In terms of pure destructive power.

It was inferior to Yaoguang and also inferior to the Sword of Blazing.

But it was Li Zhexian's only control-type sword technique.

In this environment of torrential rain, its power was multiplied several times over.

Crack—

Crack—

Just as Li Zhexian barely steadied himself.

Countless spiderweb-like cracks suddenly spread across the thick ice encasing Zhao Wuji.

Ice chips fell in rustling showers.

Li Zhexian immediately turned and fled.

He took out the Clear Spring Wine Gourd again and gulped down a large mouthful of wine, swallowing it together with the bloody foam in his mouth.

As he ran.

He slapped the green Hundred Treasures Pouch tied at his waist.

A small plant shaped like a turtle shell appeared in his hand.

Li Zhexian stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it up whole, and swallowed it.

Turtle Breath Grass: For three days after consumption, the user enters a state of feigned death, concealing all traces of life force.

He did not know how far he had fled.

His chest felt as though it were on fire.

Every breath tore at his heart and lungs.

His injuries were so severe that even the Wine Martial Soul could not heal them in a short time.

He bit down hard on his tongue.

The pain stimulated the last remnants of clarity.

Through Li Zhexian's blurred vision,

the outline of a bird's nest vaguely appeared amid the thick branches of an ancient tree.

Draining every last bit of strength,

Li Zhexian leaped onto a branch, curled up inside the cold nest, and made no sound again...