Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 680: Explosion

Chapter 680: Explosion

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Above the great formation, at the center of the basin.

A surging purple-gold radiance swelled as the fifth premium Celestial Jade Marrow burst through the earth.

Hua Jin the True One and Chen Niu the Monk both became instantly alert; their divine senses spread like nets, locking down every inch of space around the marrow.

The air congealed like iron.

“This time, not a single fly will be allowed near the premium Celestial Jade Marrow!” Hua Jin the True One ground her teeth inwardly.

One single premium Celestial Jade Marrow was far from enough for the future needs of Kunlun Immortal Palace.

She glanced at Chen Niu, a cold gleam flashing in her eyes.

In her heart she secretly breathed a sigh of relief—thankfully Senior Zhang and Senior Gu’s formation had helped; otherwise she wouldn’t have known how to deal with Chen Niu the Monk.

At that moment, a razor-sharp sword intent surged in from all directions like a tidal wave.

The sword intent arrived too fast, too suddenly.

She only had time to cry out once. “It’s coming!”

Chen Niu the Monk outside the formation reacted immediately, charging toward the premium Celestial Jade Marrow while concentrating his divine sense on the space around it, striving to seize the variable the instant it appeared to prevent the other side from snatching the marrow and leaving in one strike.

But… it was too late!

Crack—!

At the basin’s center, the solid ground, like fragile glass, split open with no warning, tearing into a massive fissure! It was not a collapse but a violent explosion! Frenzied sword qi mixed with earth and rock, blasting upward like a volcanic eruption!

At the center of that erupting torrent of earth and stone—

A blurred silhouette stood suspended in the soaring silver-white curtain of swords.

Behind him—was the sea.

A black-silver sea!

Composed of countless pitch-black, icy long swords that streamed with chilling radiance.

They were no longer silently hovering.

They were driven, swept along by an utterly violent force.

Like ten thousand black enraged dragons breaking free, roaring out of the earth!

The points of the swords sliced the air, producing a terrifying, shrieking keening like billions of vengeful spirits!

Sword qi!

Real and cold, carrying a will to destroy, it instantly filled the entire basin.

This sword intent struck indiscriminately across all space outside the Kunlun Immortal Palace’s influence.

Like billions of invisible steel needles, it stabbed hard into every cultivator’s skin and soul.

The weaker cultivators vomited blood from mouth and nose on the spot and collapsed in limp heaps.

Those slightly stronger felt their orifices sting, their chests pressed as if under an immovable boulder.

Hua Jin the True One’s pupils shrank abruptly.

The clear light of the folding fan in her hand flickered violently, dimmed slightly under the pressure of that invisible edge.

She saw the figure before the flood of ten thousand swords.

She saw the blindfolded cloth strip.

She saw the twisted, nearly mad curl of his mouth.

This person was not the mysterious girl from before.

It was another—another sword cultivator exuding the aura of the Void Shattering realm.

That Void Shattering aura was denser than the aura she felt on herself, and his true essence was far thicker.

Like the difference between soil and bedrock!

And that precisely revealed his identity—the variable.

Very likely allied with that group of Sword Pavilion people from before!

The feral grin on Chen Niu the Monk’s face froze utterly; horror surfaced in his ruthless eyes for the first time.

The oppressive pressure brought by that flood of ten thousand swords caused the demonic energy boiling around him to stutter.

He could even feel the resilient scales on his body prick and throb painfully!

What kind of sword formation was that?! What sort of sword intent could wield such might?!

The ten thousand swords hovered midair, not motionless—

They trembled, they buzzed, they accumulated force!

The sword tips adjusted slightly, all locking onto the premium Celestial Jade Marrow that had just broken ground and emitted a tempting purple-gold halo!

They also locked onto Hua Jin the True One standing before the marrow.

They locked onto Chen Niu the Monk frozen outside the formation.

They locked onto every possible obstruction within this world!

Lin Fan stood before the flood of ten thousand swords, as insignificant as dust yet as brilliant as the blazing sun.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The motion was not fast, yet it seemed to carry the weight of a thousand heavies.

Along with it, the dense sword formation behind him rose slowly as well.

Pointing to that purple-gold marrow.

Beneath the cloth strip, no one could see his eyes.

Only the curled mouth could be seen, silently parting to form two words:

“Mine!”

The voice was not loud.

But like an icy steel needle, it pierced through the buzzing of ten thousand swords and struck hard into Hua Jin and Chen Niu’s ears.

The next instant.

The raised right hand’s fingers snapped wide, then clenched with violent force!

As if trying to rip apart the void.

“Explode.”

Low and hoarse, like a demon whisper.

Humm—!!!

The ten pitch-black long swords hovering in the foremost row behind him had the star runes on their blades flare to life!

A searing silver-white light swallowed the sword bodies in an instant.

They were no longer cold dead objects; they became ten compressed, explosive wills of destruction about to detonate.

Their trajectories were nearly invisible.

You couldn’t even hear them.

Ten streaks of light trailing blinding silver-white tails, like thunder tearing the firmament, flashed the moment Lin Fan clenched his fist, appearing around the premium Celestial Jade Marrow. They also appeared before Hua Jin the True One, before Chen Niu the Monk.

Their target was not the marrow.

It was everyone who dared touch or covet it!

It was this world itself!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Ten earth-shattering detonations erupted simultaneously, with no intervals.

Perhaps they could not even be called explosions; it was as if ten wills of destruction compressed to the utmost were released in an instant! The blinding silver-white sword radiance devoured everything! Frenzied eddies of sword qi like billions of whirling razors shredded space, light, sound, and divine sense… every tangible and intangible thing was instantly torn apart and annihilated.

A gigantic, chaotic silver-white sphere filled with destructive sword qi swelled in an instant, engulfing the basin’s core, the newly birthed marrow, the figures of Hua Jin the True One and Chen Niu the Monk.

The world fell silent in black-and-white stillness.

Lin Fan stood before the flood of ten thousand swords, at the boundary between black and white, his blindfold flapping in the violent airflow.

“Heh heh! Delicious!”

Art is an explosion!

Two thousand years of bitter cultivation—all for this fleeting bloom of explosive sword!

To offer the will of destruction, the searing blast, to this resplendent world.

“Right, what did the ancestor just tell me to do again?”

For the briefest moment, the vicious smile on Lin Fan’s face reined itself in.

Then weight and panic followed.

“Oh no! The ancestor said Hua Jin the True One is one of our own!”

Well that’s a mess!

If his ten swords detonated down there, Hua Jin the True One would be shredded even if she didn’t die.

The ancestor had also told him to seize the premium Celestial Jade Marrow…

Lin Fan searched for the marrow’s scent, then finally looked up at the boundless night sky.

—The marrow had been blasted away by his explosion; it would probably take ten minutes to fall back down from the sky.

On Kunlun Immortal Palace’s side.

Zhang Yibai, face grim, put down the still-shaken Hua Jin the True One, who was still a bit pale from the fright.

He had already predicted that Lin Fan might explode and lose control of his emotions.

That was why he had kept a close watch on Hua Jin the True One’s safety.

Luckily he acted fast, otherwise now he would only be collecting Hua Jin the True One’s corpse.

“This… this sword cultivator’s sword moves are terrifying…”

Hua Jin the True One’s speech was clumsy, staring at the white-robed figure among the myriad swords with a look of fear.

“Terrifying, you say?”

Zhang Yibai gazed at the explosion’s epicenter.

Lin Fan’s sword moves were indeed terrifying.

But the hide of that demon-immortal avatar was thick enough to be absurd…

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