Chapter 98: Fang Wang’s Sword Intent, The Ritual Battle
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The name of the Reincarnation Bell was firmly set. Suddenly, the great clock above Fang Wang’s head unleashed a powerful shockwave. Little Purple immediately summoned her demonic power to stabilize her stance.
The sword energy formation of the Heavenly and Earthly Sword Intent was shaken. Fortunately, this was only a ripple of spirit shaping, not the full power of the Reincarnation Bell.
Fang Wang closed his eyes again, trying to prolong the spirit-shaping process to strengthen the Reincarnation Bell.
Half a day later.
The Heavenly and Earthly Sword Intent dissipated, and Song Jinyuan immediately approached behind Fang Wang. Seeing him standing at the bridgehead, stretching his limbs, he looked no different than when he had arrived.
The Reincarnation Bell had already been stored in the Treasure Spirit Space by Fang Wang.
“Fang Wang, what is your current cultivation level?” Song Jinyuan asked.
Without turning his head, Fang Wang smiled softly, “First level of the Concentration Realm.”
Just as expected!
Although Song Jinyuan had anticipated this for some time, hearing Fang Wang admit it personally still caused a tremor in his heart.
Fang Wang turned around and said, “I have matters to attend to. Before I leave, do you have any requests?”
Song Jinyuan thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.
Fang Wang smiled, then turned to face the lake. With a wave of his right sleeve, a sword energy shot out, flying swiftly across the vast lake and striking the mountain on the opposite side.
Boom—
Dust billowed, and the mountain trembled violently.
Song Jinyuan looked on in confusion, not understanding what Fang Wang was doing.
As the dust settled, a ten-meter-long crack appeared on the opposite mountain wall—a sword scar. Even from a distance, one could feel the fierce aura radiating from the sword mark.
That was...
Song Jinyuan narrowed his eyes, his heart shaken.
Fang Wang raised his hand in a gesture, placing Little Purple into his bosom. He leapt up, transforming into a streak of white light that sped toward the horizon.
Song Jinyuan fixed his gaze on the sword scar on the distant mountain wall. Within his pupils emerged an image—Fang Wang’s figure rapidly wielding his sword, sword moves changing unpredictably.
More and more sword attendants and sword cultivators came to observe the sword scar.
Elsewhere.
Little Purple had grown larger. Fang Wang stood atop her head, holding the elder disciple token, using his divine sense to search for Fang Hanyu and the others.
Little Purple flew toward the direction Fang Wang pointed.
Fang Wang noticed that this group of disciples was not as densely packed as before, and there were twenty or thirty fewer.
It seemed the battle had already begun!
Fang Wang’s eyes flickered.
Chimo Sect, treasures, sacrifices...
He had a strong feeling this battle would involve Lu Yuanjun.
“Lu Yuanjun, I hope you’re really there,” Fang Wang silently thought.
This karmic cause must be resolved.
How could Fang Wang live freely without removing this thorn?
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Rolling thunderclouds covered hundreds of miles, black clouds pressing down like an impending storm, the world sinking into oppression.
On the wasteland, a blood-red pillar of energy connected heaven and earth. Below stood a massive sacrificial altar built of bluestone, surrounded by countless corpses—humans, demons, and beasts alike. The bodies formed mountains, blood seas coagulated, an utterly terrifying sight.
Looking into the distance, figures of cultivators fighting appeared in all directions.
The Chimo Sect had dispatched over ten thousand cultivators, all wearing uniform red sect robes. They besieged the cultivators of Taiyuan Sect, Tianxu Sect, and Xuanhong Sword Sect from all sides.
The battlefield stretched over hundreds of miles, scarred by magical bombardments, a harrowing scene.
Fang Hanyu fought with his hair disheveled, wielding twin swords against dozens of demonic cultivators. Various spells chased after him, but he dodged swiftly, his figure like a phantom. His absolute heart’s evil eyes cut two bloody streaks across the dim sky.
Suddenly!
Fang Hanyu leapt up, spiritual power enveloping his body, transforming into a dragon of qi, soaring upward, breaking through the formation. He then unleashed the Nine Dragons Divine Change Technique, thrusting his sword. The sword saint’s sword energy turned him into a rainbow-like streak flying forward, unstoppable.
In other directions, Xu Qiuming, Lü Changge, Ye Xiang, Zhao Chuanqian, and others also demonstrated their ability to fight multiple opponents at once.
Especially Xu Qiuming, who was surrounded by five hundred demonic cultivators yet held his ground!
Xu Qiuming’s right hand wielded a finger as a sword, his left hand behind his back. His right hand moved rapidly, releasing waves of domineering sword energy from the sword shadow behind his head, sweeping fiercely in the direction he pointed. The Chimo Sect’s demonic cultivators could not block it, only dodging, yet each breath saw injuries and even deaths.
Boom—
To the north of the altar, the earth churned up a great dust storm, as if about to engulf the sky. A figure flew out—Zhao Chuanqian, the inheriting elder of Taiyuan Sect. He was battered, holding a white jade ruler swirling with aura, radiating immense pressure.
Chen Anshi, lofty and aloof, stood on a gourd, holding a long knife, looking down at Zhao Chuanqian.
“Younger junior brother, why struggle? If you bow to me, I’ll spare your life,” Chen Anshi said.
Zhao Chuanqian remained expressionless, raised the ruler in his right hand, smeared his left fingers on it, blood splattered. He then swung the ruler, releasing sword energies that swept past blood droplets, suddenly transforming into blood-red sword energy, slicing through the sky, shredding the dust storm in its path.
Chen Anshi swung his knife swiftly, forming a massive aura shield around him that blocked Zhao Chuanqian’s attacks.
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