Sword Radiance, One Hundred and Three

Thump!!!

A hollow, resounding boom echoed across the entire hillside.

Chu Tianshu channeled more power into his right hand, but it was no longer enough to suppress the crimson sphere.

The red ball burst through the soil, revealing a tunnel that had pierced the entire mountain and was the source of that hollow sound.

Chu Tianshu retreated rapidly, flipping his right hand to reattach the Heavenly Eye to his forehead.

The crimson sphere did not let him go; it roared and rolled, relentlessly pursuing him.

No matter how fast Chu Tianshu was, the red ball could always be one point faster than him.

The red ball contained too much of his Sword Intent, and with Yan Tiemu'er's assistance, it was truly like his shadow, impossible to shake off.

In the blink of an eye, the red ball had caught up with him.

Hu Chu Tianshu felt relieved and calmed down, letting out a breath of stale air.

This breath, murky yet soft and long, like a wisp of white smoke, was pulled by the afterimage in front of it as soon as it was exhaled, the smoke slanting and sometimes flattening, sometimes expanding, displaying ever-changing postures.

That afterimage was none other than Chu Tianshu's hands.

His hand landed quickly and silently on that terrifying sphere, sometimes with his thumb, sometimes with his middle finger, and sometimes with his little finger.

Each finger, the instant it touches the sphere, merely brushes across its surface.

The sphere's initial foundation was, after all, his Sword Intent.

When the Sword Intent is compressed too little, although he vaguely knows what the flaws are, it is already too late to make up for them.

And now that this power has taken on its current spherical form, almost half a person's height, he can immediately pinpoint where the original flaws were.

Yan Tiemu'er usurped the host's place, taking over the nest, and used his extraordinary abilities to cover up his flaws.

Chu Tianshu then used his fingers to wipe away the foreign elemental energy.

Of course, most importantly, Yan Tiemu'er was no longer free to remotely control the sphere and react accordingly; otherwise, Chu Tianshu would never have succeeded so easily.

Click!!

As the afterimages of those hands finished and withdrew, Chu Tianshu still hadn't exhaled all the smoke from his mouth.

The remaining white smoke slowly sprayed onto the red sphere, which became covered with cracks.

Like an empty glass sphere, it shattered completely, each fragment floating into the air and slowly dissipating.

Each fragment reflects an image of Chu Tianshu.

The next moment, all the reflections disappeared.

Chu Tianshu had already left this place, flying away at full speed, running around the mountainside.

Although the crimson sphere had just created a tunnel that ran through the entire mountain, that tunnel was wider at one end and narrower at the other.

Given Chu Tianshu's current physical strength, it would be better to run around the mountainside than to go through the tunnel.

The drifting cold mist, the fallen leaves in the mountains, and the babbling of the stream were all disturbed the moment he passed by.

But before the stream could reflect his image, Chu Tianshu had already left, passing through the forest and spotting his target in the distance.

Yan Tiemu'er knelt on the ground, with a hole in his head that was transparent from front to back, from which a pale green liquid was flowing.

His body surface was covered with numerous bulges, some of which burst open to release green blood, while others released red blood.

The red blood that fell to the ground looked like tiny snakes, darting around and gathering together to form a two-foot-tall Yan Tiemu'er.

Although not tall, Yan Tiemu'er, and wore a blood-red robe, making him appear very stable.

Yan Tiemu'er's soul is not yet dead.

With his current martial arts cultivation, he can also consume the lifespan stored in the token to help stabilize and maintain his physical form.

If he can find a suitable body within 49 days and parasitize it with his blood, he can be resurrected.

Because he carried blood of his original quality, he could even quickly restore his new body to its former level.

However, the two-foot-tall Yan Tiemu'er, barely formed, already sensed the rapidly approaching shadow from behind.

"Walk!!"

With no distractions, Little Blood leaped into the air and sprinted through the air, stepping on a fallen leaf that was drifting by.

The leaf flesh instantly shattered, leaving only the intact veins, which turned blood red and shot backward.

The veins of just one leaf were divided into hundreds of fine filaments, like capillaries, shooting towards Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu leaned forward as he dashed ahead, his left hand sweeping casually, his thumb and middle finger interlocking, resembling a mantra hand gesture or Taiji Cloud Hands.

All these skills are now mixed into his "Mountain Collapse Combat Calculation".

With just a sweep, hundreds of red threads were drawn away and flew towards his left hand.

As he sprinted forward, his left hand opened in a hand seal, revealing a palm harder than black iron, which directly shattered the red threads.

Waaaaaaah!!!!

The air stretched out as a long, white streak between my fingers.

The sound of swords clashing in the air grew closer and closer.

The silver light spun, chasing after Chu Tianshu's left rear. The sword hilt, also bearing a white aura, swept towards him with a roar, only to be suddenly gripped tightly by this hand.

"Yan Tiemu'er ----"

Chu Tianshu's whistle was not as fast as the sword. As he ran, he swung the sword with his left arm, creating a large circle.

A thin line of silver light, barely an inch wide, rapidly extended outwards, the sword light surging, reaching the boundary of a hundred feet in length.

It's still more than three zhang over!

The little blood-red figure, hurtling through the air, felt a chill run down the back of its head and back.

He seemed to see a glimmer of silver light, which traced down the bridge of his nose and slicing downwards. "Alas! I've been too lax in court for too long; my mind has finally become a bit sluggish—"

Since ancient times, the Sword Radiance has been hailed as the ultimate skill of swordsmen. The light that is formed by repeatedly compressing internal energy and vibrating at a high frequency often represents a sharpness that exceeds the physical sharpness of the sword.

A Sword Radiance 103 zhang long!!

Looking across the world, he can be called a sword god.

The power of the Weapon Soul, hidden within the Sword Radiance, annihilated the Grand Tutor's remnant soul with a single strike.

Ahead, high up, stands a sheer cliff, rising far and wide, blocking the way.

The Sword Radiance's edge slashed upwards, cleaving the bloodied figure in two, before falling downwards, sweeping just over the top of the cliff.

A large cliff, more than ten zhang square, broke off from the mountainside, slowly sliding down to reveal a clean cut surface before plunging into the deep valley.

Rumble rumble rumble!!

After a long while, echoes still reverberated through the mountains.

The fallen cliff face smashed into a mound of rocks and earth in the deep valley.

Chu Tianshu, slightly out of breath, walked to this spot, climbed to the top of the mound, and saw two pools of blood that had fallen there.

He held the sword in his left hand, leaned against the rock, bent down, and dipped his right hand in the blood to examine it carefully.

"Finally dead!"

If Yan Tiemu'er escapes into the black dragon's body and returns to kill him...

Given Chu Tianshu's current physical condition, he might not be able to win. In that case, this battle would probably end with both sides withdrawing.

Thankfully, he caught up.

Chu Tianshu glanced at the token screen, a hint of regret flashing through his mind.

"Damn, you're so strong, and your thinking is so corrupt, yet you're still not Evil Spirit?!"

Chu Tianshu had long coveted the healing abilities of the "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art" and was eager to gather enough materials to deduce its secrets and grasp its mysteries more quickly.

Unexpectedly, in this world, while there are many masters, there are few Evil Spirit.

There was only one person Busha; that's utterly inhuman.

Buzz!!

Just as Chu Tianshu looked at his token screen, a faint light suddenly flashed from the bloodstains on the mound.

A small, half-sized token appeared out of thin air and slowly rose.

"Another Youdu Edict?"

Chu Tianshu's heart stirred. That's right. Being chosen by the Youdu Edict, Yan Tiemu'er couldn't possibly be an Evil Spirit.

He reached out to touch the half of the token, but felt it tremble incessantly, as if a faint pulling force was acting on it, yet the token itself resisted.

That direction is—

Chu Tianshu looked up and frowned, saying, "Something's not right, Baiyu isn't over there."

The half of the token, having lost its owner, was more clearly affected, trembling violently.

In the void, a serene, black mist, as still as a reflection in water, inexplicably arose and swirled around the token.

Chu Tianshu's eyes widened, and he immediately recognized the feeling.

"Divine Lord Wangliang? Why is there this thing everywhere!"

He sensed something was wrong, so he abandoned his sword with his left hand, mustered his remaining strength, gripped the half-strength of the token tightly, forced a drop of blood from his right fingertip, drew a talisman on his forehead, pressed his finger against the talisman's core, and muttered something under his breath.

"Baiyu, come quickly!!"

Chu Tianshu did indeed throw away the wax-ball worm.

However, within Hundred Li, his means of communication were not limited to Gu worms.