Kapitel 108: Imprisoned in the 500th Year
The already dilapidated ruins were completely razed by Chen Xia's sword strike.
Qiong Qi, who was lying inside, was sent flying backward once again, falling even farther away, with some blood splattering out.
"How dare you!" The Third Elder was a bit impatient and shouted angrily.
"Little San, how can you talk like that? You're not calm at all!" The Old Fisherman pinched the Third Elder's hand, sounding a bit displeased.
Even though the Third Elder was usually quite bold, he didn't dare to talk back to the Old Fisherman. He could only argue.
"Elder Protector of the Sect, he used a sneak attack method. Besides, among fellow disciples, how can there be such a way of fighting? He's trying to kill Qiong Qi!"
"Look, he even prepared a coffin!"
The Third Elder pointed at the coffin as if he had caught hold of something and kept shouting.
"Nonsense." Chen Xia retorted, "This coffin is specially prepared for you, Third Elder. I just thought that you're so old. In case you die one day, it would be so shabby without a coffin to hold you."
After saying that, Chen Xia couldn't help shaking his head again.
"Your disciple Qiong Qi didn't even prepare a coffin for you. Instead, I, an outsider, have to do it. Whenever I think of this, I can't help feeling angry and shivering."
"You... you... you..." The Third Elder was restrained by the Old Fisherman and couldn't win the argument verbally. Now he was really on the verge of getting angry and shivering.
Chen Xia waved his hand, "Alright, make way. The fight isn't over yet. After it's over, I'll take you to have a good look at the coffin."
The Old Fisherman also persuaded at the side, "This is a fight between juniors. It's only about winning or losing, not about life and death. Why are you so impatient? Are you not even going to allow them to fight?"
"But..." The Third Elder was just about to argue when the Old Fisherman slapped him on the head directly.
"There are so many 'buts'. Just watch carefully."
The Third Elder didn't dare to reply anymore. Thinking that it was only about winning or losing and not life and death, he endured it and retreated to the sky to watch.
The Old Fisherman took a step forward and disappeared from sight.
More and more disciples came to watch. They all rushed over after hearing the commotion.
Chen Xia held the bronze sword in his left hand and pointed forward, smiling.
"Can't you withstand just two sword strikes?"
Suddenly, the ground in the distance shattered, and a figure rushed to Chen Xia's front in an instant. His eyes were blood-red, his clothes were torn, and his hands were full of divine light as he smashed hard at Chen Xia's head.
It was a full-strength attack from the sixth level of the Overturning Sea Realm!
Chen Xia's expression was calm, with a bit of disdain. He took a step backward, and a grayish-white color spread out. For him, time seemed to slow down for an instant.
It was precisely in this instant that Chen Xia struck with his sword.
The bronze sword whipped out a gorgeous sword light, bringing up a shiny full moon.
Boom!
The sword light burst out dazzlingly.
Qiong Qi was sent flying back to where he had come from, crashed into the ground, fell into a pit, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was just about to get up.
Chen Xia had already reached his front. The bronze sword was placed horizontally across his neck, and the sword light dragged out a long tail behind it. Chen Xia smiled and said.
"I forgot to tell you that there's quite a difference between seventy percent of my strength and my full strength."
Qiong Qi couldn't understand. His eyes were blood-red. Suddenly, a deep purple formation burst out from behind him, and hundreds of eyes in it opened simultaneously.
Shoot!
Chen Xia's face was expressionless, standing quietly.
From behind him came a high-pitched dragon's roar. A thousand-zhang-long real dragon with three million flying swords swallowed up the incoming purple divine light in one gulp.
Qiong Qi clasped his hands together to form seals, exploded the ground behind him, and his figure disappeared.
Chen Xia slightly raised his eyebrows. There was already some blood on his left hand. This was the backlash from using the bronze sword, but it wasn't a big problem and was enough to support him in killing Qiong Qi.
Chen Xia flashed his body. This time, he didn't bother talking nonsense with Qiong Qi anymore. Holding the bronze sword in his left hand, he swung it directly. The powerful sword light even tore open a crack in the void.
Qiong Qi clasped his hands together, with a fierce look on his face. He quickly formed seals with his hands and even spat out a mouthful of essence blood onto his hands. At the same time, he roared loudly.
"Semi-immortal technique, Six-Fingered Immortal Demon!"
The earth shattered, and two thousand-zhang-long hands stretched out from behind him. One arm was golden, and the other was pitch-black, with six fingers on each. With a casual wave, they blocked the brilliant sword light.
Qiong Qi gritted his teeth, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. This was the last trump card of his Body of Seizing the Dao and the third most powerful supernatural ability.
The thousand-zhang-long real dragon behind Chen Xia roared angrily, and its vertical pupils stared fixedly at the two thousand-zhang-long arms.
"Die!" Qiong Qi roared angrily. The big hand of the golden arm suddenly slapped down, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to burst open. The pressure even shattered the ground thousands of meters away.
The real dragon charged forward with three million flying swords to meet the attack. It crashed into the arms, and the momentum of the entanglement was somewhat earth-shattering.
"Beast, you're really seeking death!" Qiong Qi roared on the spot. The other thousand-zhang-long pitch-black hand slapped at the real dragon.
Chen Xia had already reached his front. With his left hand covered in blood, he held the sword and placed it horizontally across Qiong Qi's neck, about to chop it down.
Suddenly, the pitch-black hand condensed and slapped Chen Xia.
A thousand-meter-long gully instantly appeared.
Chen Xia stood at the innermost end of the gully. His left hand holding the sword was trembling. He had blocked this slap with the bronze sword.
Qiong Qi's thousand-zhang-long divine and demonic hands clasped together. Using his incomparably powerful strength, he pushed aside the real dragon, with a cruel smile on his face, and said to Chen Xia.
"I'll take your three million flying swords, and the three hundred thousand spirit stones are also mine. Thank you for giving them to me. Hahaha!"
Chen Xia chuckled, "You can have anything in your dreams, but in reality, you're not capable."
Qiong Qi suddenly flashed to Chen Xia's side, his hands smashing down with divine light, and the other divine and demonic arms stretched out, about to crush Chen Xia's head.
Chen Xia blocked the divine light with the bronze sword. In his eyes, a grayish-white color shone, about to slow down time.
Suddenly, a pitch-black arm smashed from the right and hit his arm wrapped in bandages.
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, right?" Qiong Qi sneered.
Chen Xia was suddenly sent flying backward, crashed into a hill, pierced through it directly, and then fell to the ground.
"I don't want to play anymore." Qiong Qi shook his head, looking extremely arrogant, with a cruel smile on his face, "One final blow, and I'll finish you off."
The two thousand-zhang-long Six-Fingered divine and demonic arms stretched out, raised high, just like the arms of ancient divine and demonic beings, locking onto Chen Xia like this.
The heaven and earth shook.
The two arms suddenly slapped down. The spiritual energy within several thousand meters was instantly drained. Some disciples whose cultivation was only at the Mountain-Moving Realm were directly knocked down by the momentum. They stared in horror at this powerful strike.
The Third Elder had a satisfied look on his face, with a delighted smile.
Chen Xia rolled over and got up. Looking at the six-fingered big hands covering his entire head, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved into a smile.
He switched the bronze sword to his right hand.
The injuries suffered by his external incarnation had nothing to do with his main body.
This was originally a self-righteous trap.
And Qiong Qi fell for it.
In an instant, the bronze sword burst out with an incomparably powerful sword light, even stronger than before. It tore apart the entire ground and even made the sword patterns at the bottom vibrate continuously.
He held the sword with both hands. This would be the most powerful sword strike.
Boom!
The big hands slapped down, crushing Chen Xia's entire body.
The onlookers were silent as if they were in a graveyard.
The Third Elder showed a satisfied smile.
Qiong Qi's face was filled with greed, excitement, and cruelty.
Suddenly, the tip of a bronze sword stabbed out from the big hands.
Before the crowd could react.
It suddenly became pitch-black between Chen Xia and Qiong Qi, leaving only a blood-red moon.
Reincarnation Desperate Situation!
Chen Xia held the bronze sword with both hands and started chopping upward from the palms of the hands, splitting the thousand-zhang-long arms and slashing towards Qiong Qi at the end!
The divine and demonic arms were split into two halves by him and toppled into the Reincarnation Desperate Situation.
On his head was a blood-red crown, which was thirty percent of Qiong Qi's power.
How could you block this sword strike?
The heaven and earth turned grayish-white.
Qiong Qi's face was full of shock and horror. He couldn't figure it out no matter what, and he would never have the chance to figure it out in the future.
The Reincarnation Desperate Situation only lasted for a short instant and then slowly disappeared.
The gradually emerging figures appeared in front of everyone.
First, Qiong Qi's face.
"Qiong Qi, it's actually Qiong Qi. Did he win? But why does his expression look so strange?" The crowd was suspicious.
Then there was no need for suspicion anymore.
Because then Chen Xia, holding Qiong Qi's head in his hand, showed up.
The whole place was silent, as quiet as a pile of corpses.
Even the Third Elder in the sky was completely stunned, unable to believe it.
He really killed Qiong Qi!
Chen Xia casually threw Qiong Qi's head into the coffin and chuckled.
"Please, Young Master Qiong, get into the coffin."
"Chen Xia, I'll kill you!" The Third Elder seemed to go mad, with red eyes, rushed down and was about to kill Chen Xia.
The Old Fisherman flashed out, casually repelled the Third Elder, frowned as he looked at Chen Xia, and said in a heavy voice.
"You shouldn't have killed him."
"I said I would kill him." Chen Xia replied like this.
"According to the rules of the Heavenly Sword Sea, you should be imprisoned in the Sword Prison for at least three hundred years." The Old Fisherman said solemnly.
"Yeah, I know." Chen Xia replied indifferently.
He had already killed Qiong Qi, and he couldn't bring him back to life now anyway.
The Old Fisherman shook his head with a sigh.
The whole incident ended with Qiong Qi's death and Chen Xia being arrested by the Law Hall.
At the scene of questioning, Chen Xia was confined in the center of the formation, and all around were the onlooking cultivators.
The Law Elder questioned him.
"Chen Xia, because you killed a fellow disciple, you are sentenced to five hundred years of imprisonment in the Sword Sea. Do you admit your guilt and are you willing to admit your mistake?"
The Third Elder gritted his teeth at the side, wishing he could directly kill Chen Xia.
Chen Xia remembered what the Old Fisherman had told him that actively admitting mistakes could reduce the punishment. So he looked at the Third Elder, raised his head, with an arrogant look, and said in a forceful tone.
"Yes, I admit my mistake."
The Third Elder glared at him, almost fainting from anger, "Is this the attitude of admitting a mistake? Is it?!"
The Law Elder didn't want to get involved in this. On one side was the Old Fisherman, and on the other side was the Third Elder from the Great Elder's lineage. He didn't want to offend either side, so he pretended not to hear and shouted.
"The sentencing is over!"
And this matter was completely over.
Since Chen Xia entered the Heavenly Sword Sea, in the first hundred years, he comprehended the sword in the sea, which was rather ordinary. In the next two hundred years, he made a name for himself. In the fourth hundred years, his situation was getting better and better, and his development was smooth.
In the fifth hundred years, he was gloriously imprisoned.
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