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Chapter 271: The Frenzied Zhang Yuanji
🕑 Added 2024-10-24 07:16:53 +0000 UTCZhao Xinghe struggled frantically. Very quickly, his entire body plummeted from the sky.
"Elder Zhao!"
Seeing this, the other martial warriors' eyes widened in shock. None of them had expected the power of the white flames to be this overwhelming.
Zhao Xinghe's body crashed into the ground.
Boom!
His body hit the ground with a heavy thud.
"Damn it! Damn it!!"
Zhao Xinghe screamed in agony as he rolled around wildly on the ground. His body soon erupted with a surge of water-element energy.
This water-element energy slowly began to extinguish the white flames that were burning his body.
Huff, huff—
Zhao Xinghe panted heavily. Upon closer inspection, his skin had turned completely black, and blood was seeping out, making him look utterly miserable.
"Zhang Yuanji!"
"Do you realize what you've done!?"
Zhao Yongsheng's gaze darkened as he looked down at Zhang Yuanji from the sky.
"He struck first."
"And so did Zhao Yanlin before him."
Zhang Yuanji raised his eyes to meet Zhao Yongsheng’s gaze and coldly replied.
Having burned a large amount of his blood essence, Zhang Yuanji's power had reached a terrifying level!
"Silence!"
Zhao Yongsheng frowned deeply upon hearing Zhang Yuanji's words. In an instant, he raised his hand and sent a powerful palm strike from the sky.
Boom—
A massive palm of energy shot out, hurtling toward Zhang Yuanji below.
"Useless! No martial skill can harm me!"
Zhang Yuanji sneered. Seeing the giant energy palm crashing toward him, he roared and swung his sword.
In one swift motion, he sliced the energy palm cleanly in two, causing it to dissipate instantly.
Swoosh—
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuanji charged toward Zhao Xinghe. Although he had obtained immense power, it came at the cost of burning much of his blood essence. If he didn’t quickly kill some warriors to replenish his essence, he would die!
"You’re coming for me!?"
Zhao Xinghe, just about to react, found Zhang Yuanji suddenly in front of him, sword in hand, slashing down with tremendous force.
Swoosh—
A blinding white gleam shot forth from the blade.
Clang—
Zhao Xinghe quickly drew his sword to block the attack. As their weapons collided, a massive shockwave reverberated through the air.
This guy...
Zhao Xinghe immediately felt the impact of the sword strike as a barrage of sharp sword energy assaulted his arm. Even though he was a Seven-Star Martial God with an incredibly strong physique, his burned skin provided little resistance to the relentless sword energy, leaving deep gashes on his arm.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. From above, Zhao Yongsheng’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
The [Great Thunder Monument Palm], a ninth-tier martial technique, had been sliced in half by a single sword.
He had never witnessed anything so bizarre.
"Elder Yongsheng!"
"Is there something wrong with his sword!?"
The other martial warriors floating in the sky turned to Zhao Yongsheng with worried expressions.
"Yes..."
Zhao Yongsheng's face darkened as he observed Zhang Yuanji, now battling Zhao Xinghe below.
The sword Zhang Yuanji wielded was anything but ordinary.
"Wait..."
Suddenly, something dawned on him, and his eyes widened.
With a thought, Zhao Yongsheng retrieved a sword from his storage space. This sword was identical to the one Zhang Yuanji was holding.
"So that’s it..."
"The sword in his hand is the legendary sword from the mortal realm."
Zhao Yongsheng clenched his teeth as realization hit him.
From the very beginning, Zhang Yuanji had deceived him!
He had used a counterfeit sword to fool him!
"An SSS-tier sword used as a counterfeit... That sword must be a divine weapon."
"No wonder it could slice through my martial skill so easily."
With these thoughts, Zhao Yongsheng's eyes locked onto Zhang Yuanji’s sword as he charged toward him.
Swoosh—
He intended to take the sword back!
[Phantom Dance]!!!
Zhang Yuanji, now in the heat of battle with Zhao Xinghe, unleashed the martial technique. His sword speed increased exponentially, turning him into countless phantoms that were nearly impossible to track.
Clang, clang, clang—
Zhao Xinghe’s expression shifted dramatically. Desperate, he could only use his weapon to block the relentless attacks.
The collision of their weapons echoed with deafening clangs. Amid the frenzied exchange, Zhao Xinghe heard the unmistakable sound of cracking metal.
His weapon was about to shatter!
Impossible!
Zhao Xinghe's eyes widened in disbelief.
His weapon had only clashed with Zhang Yuanji's for a short time, and yet, it was already about to break!
What kind of sword was Zhang Yuanji wielding!?
Clang—
Before Zhao Xinghe could react further, another strike from Zhang Yuanji shattered his sword into countless fragments, which scattered across his body.
"Argh..."
Zhao Xinghe let out a pained scream as his body staggered backward.
Zhang Yuanji, gripping his sword tightly, pressed the attack, preparing to kill Zhao Xinghe.
But just as he was about to land the fatal blow, a figure descended from the sky.
Clang—
Zhang Yuanji was knocked back by the powerful force.
Looking up, he saw Zhao Yongsheng standing before him.
"As expected, the sword in your hand is the real one."
Zhao Yongsheng's eyes were fixed on the sword in Zhang Yuanji’s hand, radiating intense killing intent.
"Hmph."
Zhang Yuanji snorted coldly in response to Zhao Yongsheng’s words. He had completely lost faith in his master now.
His own master wanted him dead!
"Hand over the sword."
Zhao Yongsheng's cold gaze locked onto Zhang Yuanji as he spoke in a chilling tone.
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