I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives-Chapter 334 - 270: Three Kills with One Sword

The faces of the three changed drastically, all in anger. They hadn’t made a move, yet the opponent was so aggressive, ignoring even the tribulation lightning and preemptively attacking them.

"Such audacity from a mere junior!"

"Insolent junior!"

"Rebellious disciple, courting death!"

Even with such angry shouts, after all, the three were seasoned cultivators. Faced with that formidable light point, they were not careless.

Mo Wuchang, holding a black bone staff, rapidly chanted spells, the hollow eye sockets of the skull at the staff’s tip flaring with ghostly flames.

Black mist surged out like boiling tar, condensing in the air into a thick wall of fog. Countless small skulls emerged vaguely from the mist, emitting a piercing shriek, attempting to block the light point.

Meanwhile, the Bloodthirsty Demon Monarch swung the Blood Soul Banner in his hand with the force of a windmill, the banner flapping fiercely. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The countless patterns of vengeful spirits on it seemed to come alive, transforming into blood-red ghostly figures, wailing mournfully as they charged from the banner, rapidly coalescing in the air to form a barrier as thick as blood.

On the barrier, the blood light shimmered, revealing countless sinister faces twisting and struggling within, emanating a chilling aura of blood and death.

The Emotionless Daoist, laughing in extreme anger:

"Rebellious disciple, just a mere Golden Core, yet you dream of killing enemies against the odds, how arrogant!"

"Watch me suppress you!"

With that, he tossed out a small, ancient-looking bell.

The small bell elongated in the wind, instantly transforming into a gigantic black bell. On its surface, complex runes seemed to come alive, emitting deep, profound light, exuding a heavy, suppressing aura.

The black bell hung in mid-air, trembling slightly, emitting a low hum, seemingly freezing the surrounding air.

...

However, Chen Sheng looked calmly at the responses of the three, and don’t be fooled by him making just one strike; it was a lethal attack!

This sword strike was his "Life-Annihilating Sword," realized over seventy years of comprehension, merging the essence of his Sword Dao from two lifetimes.

As a Sword Dao Genius, over the years, Chen Sheng had pondered over the sword technique Chen Xihua demonstrated that day.

Although he hadn’t grasped the core power of the Void Destruction Dao Principle, he had comprehended the penetration Dao principle prototype, and perfectly integrated it into his sword technique to create this unique strike.

...

The seemingly weak light point was like the most lethal meteor in the dark night, silently streaking through the void, carrying an irresistible penetrating force, directly crashing toward the defenses of the three.

The next moment, Mo Wuchang’s sneer froze on his face, replaced by incredulous shock.

He witnessed the black mist barrier, strong enough to fend off a full-force strike from a Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, was easily pierced like paper before the light point, without any hindrance.

The black mist churned violently, but could not affect the light point at all. The skull at the top of the staff let out a desperate wail, and the ghostly flames instantly dimmed.

Mo Wuchang was utterly terrified: "How is this possible!"

His body instinctively retreated rapidly, desperately channeling spiritual power from within to form another defense, but it was all too late.

The malice in Bloodthirsty’s eyes was instantly replaced by fear:

"What is this?"

He stared at the light point penetrating through the black mist, heading toward his blood-colored barrier, a chill like never before rising in his heart.

He frantically urged the Blood Soul Banner, trying to make the blood barrier more solid, yet the ghostly figures screamed tragically and scattered as the light point approached like encountering their nemesis.

The blood light on the blood barrier dimmed at a visible speed, and the light point sliced through the barrier like a hot knife through butter, continuing to shoot toward him without suspense.

Terrified out of his wits, Bloodthirsty tried to mobilize mana for an instantaneous void movement to evade, only to find the light point closely following, piercing through the void even faster.

Emotionless Daoist’s eyes also showed immense shock. He sensed the terrifying penetration power within the light point, a force seemingly capable of destroying all defenses, ignoring any obstacles.

Hurriedly forming a spell gesture, he tried to make the black bell emit a defensive or countering sound, yet the profound light on the bell melted rapidly before the light point like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The light point directly struck the black bell, emitting a crisp "ding."

The black bell vibrated violently, the runes on its surface shattering, the profound light vanishing completely, and the massive bell shrank back into the small bell, plummeting to the ground with a mournful sound.

No matter how the three were terrified beyond belief, how they desperately channeled all their divine techniques and mana to resist, the light point continued its unstoppable momentum, easily piercing through their Dharma Body defenses.

The three only felt a chill in their chests, indescribable pain instantly spreading throughout their bodies, the flow of spiritual power within abruptly stalled.

"No!"

"How is this possible!"

In utter horror, they looked down to see the light point penetrating through their chests, leaving a tiny bloody hole.

In their dantians, the Nascent Souls of the three simultaneously sensed a deadly threat, fearfully attempting to escape outside their bodies.

Yet the light point, as it pierced through the Dharma Body, had already surged into their dantians.

The several-inch-sized Demonic Nascent Souls let out despairing screams, but could not escape, instantly pierced through the center by the light point, turning into dead infants.

In mid-air, the black bone staff, Blood Soul Banner, and the small bell simultaneously emitted sorrowful sounds, losing their spirituality, dropping to the ground, their brilliance completely dimmed.

Chen Sheng chuckled lightly, his voice plain but carrying an unquestionable dominance:

"Although this sword strike isn’t perfect, it’s enough to slaughter ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators."

The penetration Dao principle prototype contained in this sword, while breaking someone’s Dharma Body, continues to penetrate the Nascent Soul, leaving no chance for escape.

It has an extremely restraining effect on the void shuttling technique that Nascent Soul cultivators rely on for their lives.

Even among Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, it is formidable enough to dominate, being an ace in the hole for dealing with these three Nascent Soul early-stage cultivators, it was a massacre.

...

Soon, Chen Sheng lightly waved his sleeve, within which the Yin Yang Qi twisted like two agile little dragons, swirling outward.

The nearly intact Tier Four Dharma Bodies of Mo Wuchang, Bloodthirsty, and the Emotionless Daoist, the Nascent Soul remnant cores forcibly captured before collapsing, along with the three ownerless Tier Four Spiritual Treasures...

Under the wrapping of Yin Yang Qi, they gradually shrank, as if drawn by an invisible force, flying into his sleeve and disappearing.

After doing all this, Chen Sheng looked up at the still turbulent thunderclouds above, a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

He waved his sleeve again, and the Cyan Nether Sword behind him let out a crisp sword cry, soaring out as a cyan rainbow.

In mid-air, the Cyan Nether Sword instantly split into three hundred sixty-five sword lights, each containing pure Sword Intent, arranging themselves according to the positions of the Circulation Stars, evolving into a massive Circulation Refining Form Sword Array.

Upon completion of the sword array, a powerful suction was emitted from within, drawing the thunderclouds above the sky as if pulled by an invisible force, sweeping them into the sword array like a tide.

Countless lightning bolts raged, collided, and vanished within the sword array, emitting deafening roars.

However, under the refinement of the Circulation Refining Form Sword Array, the violent lightning energy was quickly sorted and purified, converting into the purest Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, continually pouring into the three hundred sixty-five sword lights, making the lights even more radiant and condensed.

Moments later, the thunderclouds were utterly refined, and the sky returned to clarity.

The three hundred sixty-five sword lights converged once more, reforming into the Cyan Nether Sword, flying back into Chen Sheng’s hand, the sword’s surface glowing brilliantly, teeming with Spiritual Qi, evidently having enhanced in power.

Chen Sheng grasped the Cyan Nether Sword, sensing the surging power within, his smile broadening. Without lingering, his figure shifted, disappearing in an instant from the original spot like an instantaneous movement.

In the next moment, he appeared on the distant horizon, swiftly heading towards the direction of the Three Sects, where Mo Wuchang, Bloodthirsty, and the Emotionless Daoist were.

Although the biggest fish had been caught, the little fish and shrimps were still worth something!