Chương 461: Chapter 461: Master's Sword is Still So Powerful
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The oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating!
The terrifying aura of the sword filled the air, exerting its oppressive force on every inch of space. In the face of this immense sword intent, even the pitch-black overwhelming demonic energy seemed insignificant.
Suddenly, the wind rose and the clouds changed!
Above them, the vast expanse of sky was split open, revealing a massive heavenly abyss.
It was as if this unparalleled sword intent was a divine sword being unsheathed, with a terrifying power that seemed capable of piercing through the sky!
The terrifying torrent of spirit power, centered around Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, spread in all directions, causing even the ground to tremble.
Even Zeng Yi, who had lost his rationality and turned into a beast-like state, instinctively sensed the fear.
This terrifying energy gathering in the world had the power to destroy him.
Indeed, as a Level 97 Sword Douluo, the power of each of his attacks was beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.
After all, he was Zeng Yi's master, the strongest guardian deity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the owner of the number one Sword Martial Spirit on the continent, the Seven Kill Sword. He was also known as the number one attacking spirit master among people, the Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!
In the past, Chen Xin's father went to challenge the Spirit Hall's strongest spirit master, a Level 99 Titled Douluo, with his Level 97 spirit power and managed to come back alive. Now, Chen Xin possessed the same level of spirit power as his father back then, and even a single ordinary attack from him was incomparable to other ordinary Titled Douluo.
And as Chen Xin's most beloved granddaughter, Ning Rongrong, naturally received his special attention. The protective sword talisman he gave her was definitely not a cheap imitation.
Anyone below the rank of 95 Titled Douluo would be heavily injured and even face the danger of death when struck by it.
Moreover, Zeng Yi, who had become demonized, had the strength of a Rank 95 Super Douluo, capable of slaying a Level 93 Blood Dragon Douluo for sure.
If this were before, Zeng Yi might have been able to withstand this terrifying attack. However, after killing three Spirit Douluo and a Titled Douluo, he had already depleted most of his spirit power and suffered serious injuries.
In this state, surviving by force would be the best outcome.
Zeng Yi, who had gone mad, sensed an attack that threatened his life and instinctively stopped his attack on Ning Rongrong. His blood-red eyes stared at the impending strike.
The terrifying sword intent suppressed the heavens and earth. In the dimness, even the forces of heaven and earth were being manipulated, and the spiritual energy in the space was being mobilized and condensed.
An invisible sword edge took shape, exuding a terrifying sharpness that made the temperature drop rapidly. Unlike the cold air, it carried a chill originating from the spirit.
As the sharpness spread out, the terrifying sword aura seemed too much for the space to handle, almost tearing it apart. The space was condensed into a black line.
In an instant, a deep trench appeared on the shattered ground, like an abyss, and it continued to spread and expand!
At the end of it was the direction where Zeng Yi was located.
Before the sword aura even arrived, Zeng Yi's skin cracked and blood splattered under its terrifying presence.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
He roared madly, releasing all his spirit power and strength. Holding the blood-stained demonic sword tightly in both hands, he charged toward the fearsome sword aura.
Even though he instinctively felt fear and anticipated the danger, he still rushed forward without hesitation!
Because, he was not afraid of death at all!
In his blood-red eyes, a glimmer of madness flickered. Gripping the blood-stained demonic sword tightly in his hands, he raised it even though blood dripped from his mouth, his black hair billowed, and his body nearly collapsed under the pressure.
"Quickly dodge!"
Ning Rongrong, watching the terrifying sword aura slashing toward Zeng Yi, felt the immense power that was about to shatter even the space. The earth seemed to be split apart!
Even with the protection of the sword talisman, she could feel the terrifying power contained in the amulet given to her by her Grandpa Sword. She saw that despite killing a Titled Douluo, Zeng Yi's body was on the verge of collapse under this power!
She knew that if he was hit by this sword aura, he would definitely die!
However, she saw that this idiot had no intention of evading at all.
Even though his body couldn't bear it any longer, why didn't he dodge? Why did he have to be so stubborn!
Ning Rongrong complained in her heart, even though he didn't remember himself and had lost his sense of identity, that stubbornness in his bones hadn't changed at all.
At that moment, she regretted it.
But the attack had already been unleashed, and there was no possibility of withdrawing it.
Watching the invisible sword aura tearing through space, watching the blood-stained Zeng Yi with a crazed expression raising a huge arc of blood, it was like an eerie blood moon.
Seeing this scene, Ning Rongrong's gaze seemed to lose color, becoming empty and helpless.
How she wished this was just a dream, a nightmare, and that everything would disappear when she woke up.
At this moment, she wished so much that it wasn't Zhu Zhuqing who had fallen into a coma, but herself.
Then she wouldn't have to endure such pain.
What in this world could be more painful and despairing than killing the person you loved with your own hands?
At that moment, her tears had dried up, and in Ning Rongrong's empty gaze, everything became blood-red.
"No!"
In her despairing cry tearing through her throat, the terrifying sword aura collided with the massive blood moon unleashed by Zeng Yi.
At that moment, the world fell silent, and it seemed as if the colors had drained from the heavens and earth!
Who am I?
At that moment, as a bloodied demon, a glimmer of confusion flashed in the crazy and ferocious gaze.
At that moment, fragments of memories appeared in his mind.
In those fragments of memory, a white-clad swordsman swung his sword, unleashing a terrifying sword energy like rolling waves! On the other side, a youth in green clothes, wielding a sword, erupted with extraordinary power, unleashing a sword strike that surpassed all limits.
Those memory fragments were remarkably similar to the scene before him now!
Who was that person? Who am I?
Under the collision of sword intents, a surging storm of terrifying energy surged, roaring and tearing!
In an instant, the earth shattered and sank, sinking into deep crevices!
At that moment, it seemed as if even the space was being shattered and ruptured, like a broken mirror, with shards of light scattered!
Amidst the tearing screams, the cries of despair, in a daze, cracks began to appear on the massive blood moon, spreading inch by inch until finally...
Bang!
The blood moon shattered, and from the storm, a figure was sent flying.
His drooping and tattered arm, the sword in his hand cracked under the force and was filled with cracks, eventually shattering and dissipating like rain.
In that moment, a glimmer of clarity flashed in his blood-red eyes.
So, that youth in green clothes was himself!
So many years had passed, and his master's sword was still so powerful!
He was completely no match.
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