Bab 493: Chapter 493: Spirit Skill Plunder
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"Is it over?"
Mo Xin, standing beside Sword Saint Chen Mu , stared in astonishment at the scene not far away. The shock she experienced from witnessing that scene would be forever engraved in her soul, something she could never forget in her lifetime.
At this moment, she finally understood what a true powerhouse was, what true towering strength meant!
That sword strike, etched into her mind, seemed to surpass everything and become eternal!
True swordsmanship!
"Yes, the battle has ended." Sword Saint Chen Mu responded, still somewhat dazed.
Even though he was a Titled Douluo at Level 96, a highly skilled Sword Saint, the scene was still incredibly shocking for him as well.
That was a battle between two sword saint-level experts, a true life-and-death struggle where no effort was spared in securing victory.
The loser would meet their demise.
With such a fierce battle, now that it had ended, it meant that one of the sword saint experts had fallen.
In other words, one of the sword saint-level powerhouses similar in strength to himself had perished.
In Eastern Continent, it had been many years since such an intense battle had occurred, and even longer since it claimed the life of a sword saint-level expert.
Thinking about it sent shivers down one's spine.
Even though Chen Mu, as a sword saint, had absolute confidence in his own strength, the battle had demonstrated a level of power that he himself felt was slightly beyond his reach.
At least, he couldn't replicate that earth-shattering strike.
Through this battle, Sword Saint Chen Mu could roughly gauge the strength of the victorious sword expert. By comparing him to the nine great sword saints of the Sword God Palace, he would likely rank in the top five!
After all, Chen Mu himself ranked sixth among the nine sword saints and he admitted that he was inferior to this mysterious sword expert.
"Let's go and take a look."
"Should we go?"
Mo Xin's body still trembled, and she couldn't help but feel fear towards that direction.
"Don't be afraid. Perhaps, the person you're looking for is there." Sword Saint Chen Mu said, taking Mo Xin's hand and they vanished on the spot.
The current state of this desolate land was unimaginable. Not long ago, it had been a beautiful mountain stream with a tranquil environment.
The peaks were leveled, the river broken, everything had changed completely.
A gust of night wind blew, carrying yellow sand, desolate and ruined.
A figure emerged from the sandy wind, holding a long sword in their hand. Despite blood flowing from their hand, dripping along the sharp edge of the sword onto the chaotic ground.
With each step, the person's spirit seemed to be struck with a heavy blow.
"Why? Why are you so strong?"
The helpless figure kneeling on the ground was filled with resentment, looking at the approaching figure.
The face of the figure on the ground was grim, showing intense unwillingness.
"Why?"
Zeng Yi looked at him and couldn't help but chuckle.
"A person like you, who only knows how to plunder, how could you have possibly defeated me!"
There was a deep sword scar on the evil spirit's body that almost cut him in half.
Moreover, this sword aura continued to erode his body, even with the strong healing ability of an evil spirit, the wound couldn't heal.
The evil spirit's body emitted black qi that dissipated into the air, becoming increasingly transparent as though it would disappear the next moment.
Taking a deep breath, Zeng Yi tightened his gaze, and the long sword in his hand swiftly pierced forward like a gust of wind.
The sword pierced through the evil spirit's forehead, instantly penetrating his skull.
Meanwhile, Sword Saint Chen Mu and Mo Xin, who had arrived at the scene, witnessed the whole scene.
The image that appeared before their eyes was that of one person holding a long sword, piercing through another person's head.
With the desolate wind blowing, their long hair fluttered.
Mo Xin, looking at the faces of the two individuals, suddenly felt her eyes shrink rapidly, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying and shocking.
It was actually Zeng Yi! Or rather, Mo Lang!
At that moment, Mo Xin's brain couldn't quite keep up.
Mo Lang had killed Mo Lang? Why were there two Mo Langs?
Could it be that the shocking scene they had just witnessed was the result of their battles?
Mo Lang had actually reached the level of a Sword Saint!
For a moment, Mo Xin felt a bit dizzy. She hadn't expected that the person who had returned from the seaside, her little brother, would turn out to be a sword saint expert.
Moreover, he had lived with them for half a year, becoming a student of her Mo Family Dojo, and she had even taught him swordsmanship?
Thinking about how she had been like a teacher, instructing him in the practice of swordsmanship, Mo Xin felt a bit embarrassed.
What qualifications and virtues did she possess to guide a sword saint-level swordmaster in his cultivation?
Boom!
The evil spirit was penetrated by Zeng Yi's sword, and terrifying energy erupted within its body, instantly transforming into a mass of black mist and dissipated.
The dissipating black mist began to gather towards the long sword in Zeng Yi's hand.
"Return the power that belongs to me." Zeng Yi whispered, sheathing his Martial Spirit, [Ronin Sword], and stretching it out.
This scene didn't surprise Zeng Yi.
Because it was one of his spirit skills, his sixth spirit skill to be exact.
[Plunder!]
From the name of the spirit skill itself, it was clear that it was an extremely domineering, even evil ability.
Indeed, as the name suggested, it could plunder the opponent's spirit power, life essence, whether it be spirit beasts or humans.
Then, it would nourish himself.
This was why he was able to advance so quickly to become an Eight-ring Spirit Douluo with an Level 82 spirit power.
However, this spirit skill fell into the realm of forbidden techniques. While it allowed for rapid improvement in spirit power level, it would greatly affect the foundation of oneself.
Therefore, Zeng Yi didn't use it to plunder others and take shortcuts to become stronger.
However, there was another use for it, which was to store this energy as a reserve rather than absorb it and convert it into cultivation, so it could be unleashed when needed.
That was how Zeng Yi used this spirit skill.
In a single breath, the black energy was absorbed by Zeng Yi's martial spirit [Ronin Sword], accompanied by a silver-colored sword inscribed with a pitch-black demonic pattern.
"Mo Lang."
Mo Xin looked at the cold figure in front of her. Although it was the same face, compared to the person they knew, it felt extremely unfamiliar.
Mo Xin felt a bit scared, even fearful, and called out to him.
Hearing a voice from behind, Zeng Yi sheathed his [Ronin Sword], turned around, and the cold and indifferent expression instantly disappeared, revealing a warm smile.
"Sister Xin? Senior Sword Saint, why are you here?"
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