Chapter 1511: Chapter 1162: Heavy Sword without Edge, Great Skill Requires No Work? (Monthly Ticket Bonus 25)

Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

How much more so for a pair of martial siblings who aren’t even a couple?

Perhaps, in the eyes of someone like the blue-clothed man Wan Zhongchen, a direct descendant of a top family in the Holy Dynasty, a cousin from a collateral branch is nothing but a dispensable toy!

At the moment when she was pushed away with a palm, the woman suddenly woke up as if from a deep dream. She saw Wan Zhongchen had already used the Mist Crow Body Technique to leave, while the fierce and menacing Demon Dragon was rapidly approaching, carrying a strong aura of death.

A trace of mocking and spiteful smile appeared on her delicate white face. Instead of resisting the charging Demon Dragon, she forcibly twisted her body in mid-air. As the Yin Yang Two Gods emerged from her forehead, her powerful spiritual power merged into the bell in her sleeve and suddenly shot the bell rope out.

"Ding-dang!"

The bell rope emitted a "ding-dang" sound almost simultaneously as the Demon Dragon’s sharp claws tore through her delicate body.

Bang!!——

A mist of blood burst from the Demon Dragon’s outstretched claws.

Some droplets of blood splattered onto the cold, hard black battle armor of Jiang Dali, who looked on with surprise at the bell rope, which had flown out a hundred feet, emitting a "ding-dang" sound.

A mental shockwave, almost negligible in his perception, accompanied by the woman’s hateful spirit voice, spread out as the bell rang, gently shaking his Primordial Spirit and resonating within his heart.

"He must... be killed!"

This mental shockwave evidently had a stronger impact on Wan Zhongchen, who was escaping like a crow’s shadow in all directions, causing the phantoms of his figure to shatter instantly, leaving only one real shadow.

"Bitch!"

Wan Zhongchen’s expression was dark and frantic as he stumbled to the ground.

"Roar!!"

In an instant, the Fire Qilin turned into a blazing fireball, charging forcefully, with its mouth wide open, spewing out a ball of fiercely hot flames rotating rapidly in the air.

Even before the flames touched him, Wan Zhongchen felt an extremely intense heat, and it seemed as though his entire body’s skin and hair would ignite in an instant.

He let out a furious shout, consolidating all his Essence Qi and Primordial Spirit as he gripped the sword-hilt-shaped belt at his waist. Suddenly, his momentum surged several times, his eyes glowing with white brilliance, and his whole body radiated a metallic silvery-white hue as he swiftly drew out the sword.

Shocking Sky Sword Sect—Shocking Sky Electric Sword!

Crackle!—!

A flash of lightning tore through the scene, turning the surrounding darkness into a dazzling brightness. The swift sword light, twisting like electricity, shredded the incoming, rapidly rotating flames into a burst of fragments, rumbling and exploding.

His figure flashed like lightning, breaking through the fiery stream with indescribable speed to face off directly against the charging Fire Qilin.

Clang!!!

The breathtaking sword aura instantly clashed with the Fire Qilin’s charging antlers, sharply tearing through some scales.

"Roar!"

The Fire Qilin howled in pain, with blood splattering from its forehead, wounded by this powerful Returning to Truth Realm expert.

Meanwhile, the sword light slashed through a trail of fire tongues, wrapped around Wan Zhongchen’s figure, swiftly brushing past like lightning and about to disappear twenty feet away in the blink of an eye.

"Do you think you can escape?"

An icy voice, accompanied by a ground-shaking roar and dragon cries, with a sound like cannonfire, suddenly descended from the air, pressing down fiercely.

Wan Zhongchen caught a glimpse of an enormous silhouette crashing through the air like a white wave, and the next moment, alarm bells rang in his heart. His entire being, including his spirit, was struck by a powerful and oppressive force.

A massive black fist instantly descended from the sky, emitting a savage howl like a beast, slamming down ferociously!

His pupils contracted, and even though he had prepared for it, he felt an overwhelming danger. He let out a furious shout, his aura once again surging explosively in just a split second, whoosh!

A sword light shot up, instantly transforming into a rainbow piercing the sky, shaking heaven and earth with its imposing presence. The sword’s howl rolled through, forming arcs of electric light that left ears buzzing.

The two attacks approached instantly!

Boom!!——

The air suddenly ruptured at the moment of collision between the fist and the sword. The ten feet of Heaven and Earth Power split apart under Jiang Dali’s heaven-defying destiny chart like water, creating layer upon layer of shockwaves, lifting the earth around them, breaking trees, and instantly shattering everything.

The Longsword bent into a heart-stopping arc beneath the black fist, yet ultimately, it held firm!

"Thank goodness! As long as I escape this time, I will repay this person a hundredfold!"

Wan Zhongchen’s face flushed red as blood, his chest tight, but he exhaled with relief and shouted out, "Could it be that you truly want to be undying with my Lingyun Pavilion? If you stop now, I can overlook everything as a misunderstanding."

Jiang Dali’s body seemed to hang upside-down in the void, his black cloak strangely defying gravity, floating upward amid the surging Qi Force of both sides.

He looked down, his powerful single arm unleashing layers of Fist Power, forcing the opponent’s Longsword to bend even more, seeing through the facade of his amiable demeanor, the glaring red light atop his head indicating strong hostility, identical to his earlier false pretense, and sneered coldly.

"Even if I let you go, I’m afraid it would still be undying! Why make it so complicated?"

He suddenly exerted more force, the Destructive Demon Energy within his arm erupting even more fiercely, pressing the Longsword to hum and bend into a terrifying arc.

Wan Zhongchen suddenly spat a mouthful of blood, and in a critical moment, he slightly twisted aside, the soft sword in his hand coiling and swirling like a snake, buzzing with resonance.

The violent Fist Power grazed past the serpent-like Sword Qi vortex, smashing into the ground behind, exploding into a deep pit like dozens of Thunder Fire explosions.

His figure had already transformed into a phantom to evade it.

"Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Fist Style?"

Jiang Dali’s expression under his mask was surprised, yet in the instant the opponent dodged, they re-engaged, moving at a speed akin to lightning, leaving multiple afterimages. Their figure seemed to complete contradictory actions like jumping, crouching, and sidestepping all at once, as if they had split into nine separate avatars. The sword in their hand rose like a venomous snake, turning into a rain of sword Qi, blooming like flowers in sudden splendor.

The chaotic blossoms almost blinded the eye!

Astonishing sword light suddenly converged into one, accompanied by the sharp gleam in the eyes of the nine Wan Zhongchen figures, an impressive wave of Primordial Spirit, fiercely stabbing towards Jiang Dali’s eyes covered with Profound Ice.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying bondage of Primordial Spirit, through the nine surrounding gazes and the amazing Sword Intent, acted upon Jiang Dali’s spirit, making his Primordial Spirit and mind seem as if trapped in a thick, porridge-like environment, causing his movements to pause.

Was it a case of a ship capsizing in a ditch without a Breaking Realm Pearl?

However, at the next moment, a crisp "ding" was heard.

Two pitch-black fingers, as if with Spiritual Rhinoceros, pinched the converged sword light at an unbelievable angle and speed.

Vigorous God Finger!

"Not good!"

Wan Zhongchen’s hair stood on end, and just as he wanted to rapidly dodge, he felt as if two captivating vortices appeared under Jiang Dali’s Profound Ice mask, completely attracting and pulling his eyes and spirit in. Despite his heart’s warning bell ringing furiously, knowing something was amiss, he still swiftly fell into it.

The sword edge suddenly bent, forcibly flicked by Jiang Dali’s fingers with a resounding hum, and flew out of his hand.

"Ugh!—"

Wan Zhongchen, at this life-and-death juncture, bit the tip of his tongue hard, letting out a piercing scream, forcibly breaking out of the Spirit Cage.

Yet his body hadn’t retreated, and the surrounding air became as hard as an iron cage under the terrifying oppressive force.

A massive, mist-encased black fist, heavily aimed for his head.

If caught by this, though his Primordial Spirit remains, it would still be a near-death experience.

"If you kill me, you’ll definitely regret it!"

He let out a desperate scream and Primordial Spirit wave, abandoning the attack entirely, only having time to raise his arms rapidly to his forehead, crossing them in defense.

Jiang Dali’s face was expressionless, delivering a punch squarely!!

"Boom-crack!!!"

The terrifying Fist Power, unmatched and wild, unleashed without reservation between his arms.

Wan Zhongchen’s arms felt like they were struck by a mountain, bones shattering into pieces, the residual force crashing brutally onto his forehead.

Bang!—

His brain nearly shut down, ears shattered, bleeding.

Under this wild tremendous force, his body blasted away like a shell, crashing into the trees behind, and fell to the ground, carving a long ditch, blood like serpents gushing from his orifices, consciousness rapidly fading.

The disparity!

The huge power disparity!

Compared to his mere Returning to Truth Realm, level 2.

Though among the Holy Dynasty’s youth, he’s considered top-notch elites.

Facing a powerful fighter like Jiang Dali, Returning to Truth Realm, level 5, with astonishing combat experience and top-class in all Martial Arts, there was a chasmic gap, and merely exchanging these few moves, he had already reached his limits.

Under the intense threat of death, within his Primordial Spirit, the power seed for emergencies implanted by his family’s elder, immediately shattered and triggered, all of which occurred almost as soon as he landed, his consciousness blurry.

Yet in that fraction of a moment, air whistled and exploded with white waves once again.

Jiang Dali, like a World-destroying Demon God, charged fiercely, like a battle axe, a vicious leg aimed at his body and stomped down hard!

No matter who, no matter the origin.

Once confirmed as an enemy.

Once hands are laid, there is no holding back!

Boom!—!

This stomp fell like a booming thunder.

The ground leaped, bursting out a shockwave, dirt, snow, and blood mist exploded instantly under the violent Qi Force.

But almost at the same moment, a vast momentum wave emanated from Wan Zhongchen’s body, collapsed into meat paste, spreading outward, seemingly turning into an ascending sword light that exploded, carrying unparalleled Sword Intent defying all as it charged forth.

A terrible Sword Intent of supremacy and seeking defeat wrapped with incredible Primordial Spirit wave, instantly condensed into a domineering, broad sword shadow, viciously slashing at Jiang Dali!

"Hmm!? Heavy Sword without Edge, Great Skill Requires No Work?"

Jiang Dali’s expression abruptly serious, his eyes turning completely golden and exuding world-shaking Divine Power, almost simultaneously, his single hand clenched into a fist, lightning fast in front of his forehead, as though chopping with a knife!

Nine distinctly different yet extremely concentrated Qi Forces erupted suddenly from the edge of his palm, meeting the incoming overwhelmingly powerful sword force that didn’t seem suitable for any sword to unleash...

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(Written for a long time, good night!)