Chapter 1187 - 1187, Fatality
The Steward Demonic Emperor
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âCondense!â
The spatial crack struck at the Sword Child like a viper, the blackness therein promising to swallow him whole.
Sword Child couldnât care less, evident by his smirk, as he shouted and flicked his hand.
A cold wind blew and the encroaching scars slowly lost their speed until they froze in place, with a trace of ice even revealed on them.
Gu Santong gasped, âHeaven Sealing Sword Art?â
âHa-ha-ha, yes, I am masterâs sword any sword art he knows, I know. Thatâs why, young master San, feel free to come at me with everything.â
The Sword Child smiled, finally going for Gu Santong. He waved a finger and flames exploded into an inferno. The black gaps in space merged with the flames and slowly healed. With the path cleared between the two, the Sword Child had an easy time shooting for Gu Santongâs face to poke him with a crackling finger.
Gu Santongâs face twitched and stepped back while using his fist to defend, âDecimating Sword Art and Sundering Sword Art, how is it you know all my dadâs five sword arts to perfection? No son could ever do so much. Who are you?â
âI told you, Iâm masterâs sword.â
Bam!
Gu Santong unleashed his full power at long last, his fist sending a scarlet wave that struck at the purple thunder sword wave. The intense clash had crushed forty mountains around the area to dust. Gu Santong shuddered, forced to step back from the aftermath.
The Sword Child laughed as the shock wave came, pointing at Gu Santong, âI am a divine sword in body, not of flesh and blood. I donât fear my insides getting jolted, not when I havenât got any. Thatâs where a sacred beast differs from me, Vaulting Sword, Dragon Soar!â
With a draconic cry, the Sword Child pressed his advantage, sending another sword wave with his finger. This time, Gu Santong barely got himself steady to brace for impact.
All he could do, in the end, was punch back.
Bam!
Gu Santongâs hasty punch lacked his full power and was once again pushed back.
The Sword Child smiled, standing still, âMost cultivators would try to settle the rattling inside them before the damage mounts instead of unleashing strikes so fast. I donât have such a problem. I could hound you and kill you in just ten moves, all while you couldnât even defend. The outcome is clear and thereâs no point of fighting, ha-ha-haâ¦â
âWhat a deadly sword!â
The audience gasped in shock, âSteward Zhuo, a humanoid divine sword is so dangerous, bereft of weaknesses. His body is even stronger than a sacred beast, unheard of!â
Zhuo Fan nodded, âYeah, even I didnât think young Sanzi would lose so fast. Thatâs why the Sword Child was so thankful for me refining him such a body. As a divine sword, itâs truly godlike. I wonder if thereâs anything out there that can hold him back.â
Zhuo Fan mused.
[He has everything I have, except for the eyesâ¦]
Everyone was grave.
[The Sword Child is simply monstrous. But what if he turns on us?]
He called himself Zhuo Fanâs sword, but that was a weapon in the end, one that had no will but to follow its masterâs intent.
[But with the kid as he isâ¦]
âSteward Zhuo, heâs got your smugness to a tee.â Leng Wuchang pointed out, âThough he looks rather young, and youngsters tend to have overblown egosâ¦â
Zhuo Fan nodded, âYes, heâs just like me. Only that in my early years I was restrained, more ruthless than brash. He has no constraints, and while he is a second me, we will most likely walk different paths, and he needs someone to watch over him.â
âBrilliant, Steward Zhuo!â Leng Wuchang nodded. Zhuo Fanâs eyes turned frosty as he observed the fight.
Gu Santong was a powder keg ready to pop from being pushed around so much. He roared then and, in a flash of red, the image of a three hundred meter Qilin appeared overhead. Its roar shaking the world.
The Spirit Kings felt their hearts seize from shock.
âYoung master San wants to go all out, making everything shake. Can the Sword Child take it? Iâll just bet this wine jar on young master San!â
Wine Sword Immortal got shocked as well and switched his bet again, with many others following him.
Only Liu Mubai and a few others were relaxed, âWine Sword Immortal, youâre gonna be sorry. Check out the Sword Childâs look.â
Wine Sword Immortal turned and only now noticed that despite Gu Santong raging and roaring, the Sword Child held nothing but disdain in his eyes.
âYoung master San, since you donât know a helping hand when you see one, you leave me no choice.â
The Sword Childâs eyes shone and raised a finger. A black power gathered, âYou went all out, so you should have a look at my sixth sword art, Apocalyptic Swordâs strength!â
The prideful Gu Santongâs eyes shook, unable to take the otherâs naked taunt. He roared and his power surged before he punched with both fists, âLousy brat, have a taste of this, Upheaval, a Soaring Qilinâs might!â
The piercing howl rang in everyoneâs ears as the Qilin image opened its maw. It then shot for the Sword Child with fury burning in its eyes, ready to burn the world if it had to.
âCome on!â
The Sword Child snickered, the black sword wave ready as he struck.
Hu~
It was anticlimactic how plain it was launched, with no fuss, like a breeze tracing the air.
The sword wave, however, erased everything in its path, even the dust, from existence.
The sword wave looked flimsy by all accounts, yet it struck fear in the hearts of all who watched.
It was not total destruction and explosiveness that was scary, but the silent yet decimating moves that could take lives without leaving a sign.
Zhuo Fan was out for two seconds before he came to and understood the gap between the fighters, âSword Child, stop this right now!â
Too little, too late. The black sword wave reached young Sanziâs Qilin image, but there was no bang, not even a fizzle. The black wave passed through the image, making it pause before fading away, purged from this world.
Young Sanzi coughed blood at the backlash, looking pale, but the black wave was coming with death behind it.
Young Sanzi panicked, everyone panicked.
[This is fatality!]
âSword Child, didnât you hear me? I told you to stop!â Zhuo Fan shouted in anger.
Sword Childâs brow shook and gave a cruel smile at the panicked face, with no intention of stopping. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Hum~
The space started warping then, with the Sword Child at its center.
He looked back at Zhuo Fan with a frown, only to see his cold gaze and the seven golden halos in his right eye.
âMaster, donâtâ¦â
âDivine Eye of the Void 7th stage, Void Seal!â Zhuo Fan muttered.
Whoosh~
The space contracted, and the Sword Child shook as his eyes went blank and collapsed. He turned back into the pitch-black sword, with a dim glow.
It showed no signs of being alive.
The black sword wave coming at Gu Santong faded away just in time as well, making him breathe easier for having escaped with his life.
[That strike is deadly, no less than dadâs apocalyptic thunderflameâ¦]