Capítulo 2: Chapter 2 - Immortal Sword Mountain, 5,000 years
"Your path ends here!"
Ling Dao's killing spree had already alarmed the higher ups of the Purple Vine Holy Land. This peerless expert was the Supreme Elder of the Purple Vine Holy Land, Zi Wuji, who lived in the Ninth Heaven. Even though Ling Dao was still a Sword Genius, he was still too young.
If Ling Dao was given enough time to grow, Zi Ji might not be his match either. But the current Ling Dao, Zi Wuji did not even place him in his eyes. Ling Dao's previous actions had already angered the higher ups of the Purple Vine Holy Land, which was why Zi Wuji had personally come.
"You are indeed very strong, but since I dared to challenge the Purple Vine Holy Land, I have no intention of going back alive!"
Zi Wuji's realm was definitely much higher than Ling Dao's. This was something Zi Wuji was very clear about, and Ling Dao was also clear about it. However, not only was Ling Dao not afraid, his battle intent overflowed into the heavens and his black hair danced wildly.
"Clank, clank!"
As the longsword danced, millions of sword Qis instantly enveloped the entire place. In a blink of an eye, Ling Dao had stabbed out hundreds of times, the dense sword aura turning into a silver moon, illuminating the entire battlefield.
His eyes were incredibly profound, and at this moment, he had already entered a mysterious realm. In front of him, there was nothing but the sword in his hand. Every single one of his strikes seemed simple, yet seemed extremely complex and contradictory.
"This boy has such high talent in the way of the sword!"
As the Highest Elder of the Purple Vine Holy Land, Zi Wuji had seen many geniuses before. But such a high level of talent in the Dao of the Sword was extremely rare. Unfortunately, Ling Dao was his enemy, so having a high Inherent Skill was not a good thing.
"Your sword is too weak to injure this elder!"
Zi Wuji's head of long purple hair swayed around. He slowly raised his right hand, and grabbed onto Ling Dao's longsword with his forefinger and middle finger. Ling Dao's speed was extremely fast, but unfortunately, due to the difference in realm, it was nothing in front of Zi Wuji.
With only his index and middle finger, they firmly clamped onto the sword in Ling Dao's hands. No matter how Ling Dao swung the longsword in his hand, he could not shake off two of Zi Wuji's fingers. The difference between their realms was too great. They weren't on the same level at all.
"The sword, break!"
Zi Wuji coldly spat out two words, and immediately after, Ling Dao's longsword released a wail, and broke into two pieces. Zi Ji carelessly threw away the sword tip in his hand, but what Ling Dao was holding was a broken sword.
"Your sword is already broken, what else do you have to fight against me?"
In front of absolute strength, the so-called talent in the way of the sword was completely useless. It would not be difficult for Zi Ji to kill Ling Dao. However, before killing Ling Dao, he had more important things to do.
"I still have the broken sword, so I can use my sword too!"
"Soaring Cloud Three Movement!"
Even though it was only the broken sword, Ling Dao still used the Ling Family's sword technique. The broken sword did not have a sword tip, but the blade could still kill the enemy. Ling Xiao's Three Styles, when used, it was naturally extremely proficient. After using these three Styles, Ling Dao's aura had changed.
The sword was the broken sword, but Ling Dao's fighting strength had not weakened, instead it had increased. A sinister killing intent flashed in Zi Wuji's eyes. This kind of Sword Genius, must be eliminated, otherwise, it would certainly bring about an even greater disaster to the Purple Vine Holy Land.
"How dare you make a fool of yourself?"
This time, Zi Wuji extended his right hand and grabbed onto Ling Dao's broken sword. No matter what kind of sword moves Ling Dao used, it was completely useless in front of him. He gripped the sword firmly, then laughed.
"If your sword were to shatter, what could you do?"
"Crack crack."
The broken sword, however, shattered into pieces, even the hilt was the same. In Ling Dao's hands, there was no longer a sword. Zi Wuji calmly looked at Ling Dao, as he wanted to see how Ling Dao would deal with this.
"It's a pity that I'm not able to have a sword in my hand. It looks like I have no choice but to give it my all!"
Even without the sword, Ling Dao would never compromise. He still had two hands. Without saying a word, Ling Dao waved his fists towards Zi Ji. Even if he used his sword, he still wouldn't be a match for Zi Wuji, much less now.
In the next moment, Zi Wuji grabbed onto Ling Dao's hands, as even his sword couldn't harm him, let alone Ling Dao's fists. Ling Dao curled his lips. Seems like it would be difficult to escape death today, but since he had already killed so many Purple Vine Holy Land Rankers, it was worth it!
"Hand over the Desolate Immortal Slaying Force and this elder will spare your life. Otherwise, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death!"
The reason why Purple Vine Holy Land dealt with Ling Dao so many times was because Ling Dao obtained the Desolate Immortal Slaying Force. However, only Ling Dao himself knew that the Desolate Immortal Slaying Force was simply impossible to cultivate. This cultivation technique was in his mind, but he could only see the five ancient words "Desolate Immortal Slaying Force", while the rest of the content was blank.
"If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why are you spouting so much nonsense? If you want a cultivation technique, you don't even have a chance! "
On the other hand, Ling Dao was extremely straightforward. In any case, before he came to the Purple Vine Holy Land, he had already prepared to die. After all, with his current strength, wanting to sweep across the entire Purple Vine Holy Land was simply an impossible task.
"There's no need to waste words with him, leave it to me!"
Just as Zi Wuji was about to use his trump card, an authoritative voice resounded in his mind. Zi Wuji nodded, and after giving Ling Dao a fierce glare, he left the place. Just as Ling Dao was wondering, a loud voice came out.
"Ling Dao, you have committed a great sin, and even if you die, it will be difficult for you to atone for it! Today, I will suppress you under the Immortal Sword Mountain. The punishment is five thousand years! "
Immediately after, Ling Dao felt the scenery in front of him change as he appeared in a barren mountain. Very quickly, the place had become pitch black. Ling Dao raised his head and saw an extremely large divine sword pressing down.
The godly sword pierced through the heavens and reached tens of thousands of meters long. Soon, it turned into a mountain peak. Ling Dao only felt a wave of energy wrap around him, preventing him from moving. Very quickly, Immortal Sword Mountain descended, pressing him down into the mountain.
"The Immortal Sword Mountain will release countless sword energies, corroding your body. If you suppress them under the Immortal Sword Mountain, you will be tormented, and your life will be worse than death. As long as you do not hand over the Desolate Immortal Slaying Force, you can always stay at the bottom of the Immortal Sword Mountain! "
Ling Dao also felt it, as strands of sword qi invaded his flesh. As more and more sword energies appeared, cold sweat appeared on his forehead. It was as if his body was being cut apart, the intense pain made Ling Dao frown.
"You want me to hand over the Desolate Immortal Slaying Force? Dream on! Not to mention five thousand years, I wouldn't even give you fifty thousand years! "
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