Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 371 - 369: Choose Between the Vine or Your Life
Chapter 371: Chapter 369: Choose Between the Vine or Your Life
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
The figures moved with incredible speed. As they charged forward, there was no trace left on the ground; their feet stepped solely on the fluttering snowflakes.
“Ten of them?”
Su Han narrowed his eyes slightly, his brow creasing, “Pity, they are all in the Dragon God Realm, useless to me.”
What he wanted was the Dragon Pill, not the Primordial Spirit.
“However, I can collect these Primordial Spirits for now and use them to consolidate my own when I reach the Peak of the Dragon Pill Realm.”
After a brief contemplation, Su Han stopped in his tracks, standing calmly in the midst of heavy snowfall.
“Swoosh!”
At that moment, a dark light suddenly flashed behind him, darting straight toward the back of Su Han’s head with incredible speed.
Su Han turned around abruptly, his palm lifting slightly to point at the approaching dark light.
With a bang, from that single touch, the impact of the dark light and the Power of Rebound from Su Han’s fingertip instantly scattered the surrounding snow to both sides.
At the same time, a white light appeared on Su Han’s fingertip.
The dark light trembled and, spinning, was repelled back the way it had come.
“Whoosh!”
About ten meters from Su Han, the silhouette of a man in black slowly materialized.
This person reached out his hand and caught the retreating dark light, which immediately dissipated to reveal a black Silver Moon Scimitar that spun several times in his grasp, displaying its sharp edge.
“Good Cultivation Base,” the man in black commented as he toyed with the Silver Moon Scimitar in his hand, his face adorned with a scar that was grotesquely red, almost as if it were about to bleed.
“State your identity. Cold Iron Guard of the Sect of the Battle God. I don’t kill the nameless,” the scarred man stated indifferently.
“Scram.”
Su Han looked at him and uttered just one word impassively.
“Quite the bold tone. No wonder you dare to lift a hand against my Sect of the Battle God,” the scarred man said, not the least bit angered by Su Han’s words. His gaze flickered as he waved his hand, and instantly nine figures appeared around Su Han.
All nine figures were clad in black, faces concealed behind masks. In their hands were Silver Moon Scimitars as well, although theirs were somewhat shorter than that of the scarred man’s, and it was clear at a glance that the Grade was inferior to the scarred man’s scimitar.
“Take him alive,” ordered the scarred man.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
The moment his words fell, the nine figures charged out, and at the same time, their Silver Moon Scimitars were thrown toward Su Han.
The scimitars flew with such speed that they visibly split snowflakes in two as they passed, demonstrating their extreme sharpness.
Unfazed, Su Han flipped his hand, and a longsword appeared in it.
As soon as the longsword materialized, Su Han swung nine swift strokes. The speed was such that it was as if he had split himself into nine, causing even the scar-covered man to narrow his pupils in surprise and suspicion.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Upon contact, the Sword Light forced the incoming Silver Moon Scimitars to fly back with a clang.
But as the scimitars were repelled, the nine figures in black cloaks emerged, each catching a scimitar, and in the blink of an eye, pressed their attack on Su Han.
At this moment, they were already very close to Su Han.
The coordination between the nine men was seamless, as they all appeared above Su Han’s head, their Silver Moon Scimitars converging into a mass, pressing down toward him from above.
“Break!”
Su Han spoke indifferently, pointing his longsword toward the void. Instantly, a sword light burst forth, shooting straight into the skies.
At that moment, the sword light transformed into a streak of flowing radiance, aiming directly at the center of the nine Silver Moon Scimitars.
“Boom!”
A muffled sound erupted as snowflakes shattered, and the nine Silver Moon Scimitars exploded simultaneously. The nine figures in black robes trembled, as if an immense power of rebound had risen within them, causing their faces to pale slightly as they all retreated a good distance.
“Hm?”
The man known as Scarblade had yet to take action. He felt Su Han’s Cultivation Base, which was merely at the Peak of the Dragon Spirit Realm.
Each of the nine men in black robes was at the Early Stage of the Dragon God Realm. Su Han, alone, faced nine Dragon God Realm cultivators and not only wasn’t suppressed, but he even seemed to have the upper hand. This caused Scarblade’s brows to furrow.
“This person is somewhat odd. Use the Annihilation Blade Technique,” Scarblade ordered.
“Swish!”
The nine men nodded ever so slightly, showing excellent coordination as they all struck at once, wielding their Silver Moon Scimitars once more.
But this time, instead of targeting Su Han directly, the Silver Moon Scimitars spun into a circle in the void, rapidly converging to form a ring.
Inside this circle, a burst of light suddenly exploded, resembling an extremely thick light pillar that directly descended from above Su Han, enveloping him.
Trapped within the Light Shield, Su Han could clearly feel the terrifyingly sharp light flashing around the perimeter, all of which were composed of the Sword Light emanating from the rotating Silver Moon Scimitars!
“If it weren’t for Old Chen’s order to make an example of you by killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, this Annihilation Sword Technique would have already dismembered you several times!”
Scarblade snorted coldly as his figure flashed past, appearing outside of Su Han’s Light Shield.
He flipped his palm over, revealing a green vine, which radiated a faint light, clearly not an ordinary object.
With a flick of his wrist, Scarblade sent the vine whipping out, aiming to lash and bind Su Han.
But at that very moment, the light pillar enclosing Su Han shook violently.
With that tremor, the Light Shield abruptly stopped spinning.
And in the next moment, with a thunderous noise, the Light Shield formed by the Sword Light of the Silver Moon Scimitars broke apart right before the constricting pupils of Scarblade.
“Not good!”
Scarblade’s expression shifted, and he quickly retreated in that instant.
As he retreated, his hand swept forward to grasp the vine, attempting to retrieve it.
It was then, a sky-shattering sword light, a thousand feet in length, tore open a rift and appeared right above Scarblade’s head.
It was this Sword Light that had shattered the Light Shield!
With the appearance of this Sword Light, another spatial rift was ripped open. A pale hand extended from the rift, seized the dark green vine and yanked it back.
Scarblade immediately felt a tight pull on his hand, stopping his retreating figure in its tracks.
“This vine is not bad; I’ll be taking it,” said a calm voice as the rift expanded, coming from the mouth of the young man wearing a conical hat and clad in black clothes.
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“Let go!”
Scarblade yelled, unleashing the power at the peak of the Early Stage of the Dragon God Realm with his right hand, yanking hard as if to pull back the vine.
It was precisely by leveraging this pulling force that Su Han stepped onto the void, transformed into a stream of light, and rushed straight towards Scarblade.
“The vine or your life, choose one,” came the indifferent voice. In that instant, Scarblade abruptly looked up to see the vast Sword Light above him, already upon him!
