I Have Infinite Skill Points-Chapter 536: Three Swords Determine Life and Death
Feeling Drulu’s tangible killing intent, Wang Lan’s expression involuntarily changed. Two choices lay before him. One was to teleport away with the four emperors; staying would undoubtedly lead to death. As the saying goes, "Where there is life, there is hope."
But if he fled, Drulu would certainly not rest. The nearest city was within two hundred kilometers—if Drulu decided to slaughter the city to force Wang Lan out, what then?
Drulu is truly terrifying. In that time, Wang Lan had considered no fewer than a thousand methods, yet he had never found a single weakness in Drulu. Theoretically, everyone had a weakness, but Drulu seemingly had none.
His battle awareness, his attack power, his defense, his speed, his stamina—all were so formidable that they left Wang Lan in despair. It was like pitting a robust adult against a kindergarten child in a bare-handed fight.
How could Drulu lose? How could Wang Lan win?
The Zanpakuto had already undergone Swastika, but to no avail. His strongest strike, combining the Zanpakuto with the Sunlight Sword Skill, was evaded by Drulu. The second Star Sky God Arrow was destroyed by Drulu in mid-air. All strategies had been exhausted, yet they were in vain.
The power of the Infinite Fire Skill was immense, but it couldn’t even touch a hair on Drulu.
Never before had he encountered such an insoluble dead end. What if, next time the Portal of the Demon World opened, all that came were of this caliber? How could humanity win?
Wang Lan couldn’t understand—why hadn’t the Demon Clan, with such strong warriors, been able to extinguish human civilization in nearly ten thousand years? It defied logic! With today’s technology and weapon systems, there was nothing one could do against a single Drulu... How did the ancients manage it?
While Wang Lan was sinking into despair, Drulu had already slowly raised his finger. In an instant, an oppressive aura locked onto him.
Wang Lan’s nerves instantly tensed. He knew it was time to make a choice. Should he die on the battlefield, upholding humanity’s indomitable will, or strategically retreat with the four emperors?
But neither was what Wang Lan wanted.
"Hm?" Suddenly, Drulu’s movements halted. He looked up, staring into the distance, his crimson compound eyes flashing with an inexplicable red light.
Another expert has arrived? Drulu suddenly pointed his finger at Wang Lan. Since another expert was approaching, he couldn’t delay. No matter the level of the arriving expert, Wang Lan had to die.
CHIK—
A bright white light flared like snow, and a Sword Qi swept in all directions. Drulu’s attack was incredibly fast, reaching Wang Lan in the blink of an eye. But another figure was even faster. Just as Wang Lan began to dodge, he saw a blur, and two figures appeared before him.
Drulu’s attack vanished without a trace, like ice and snow melting away.
"Wang Lan, are you alright?" Yu Ruoyun quickly came to Wang Lan’s side, supporting him, her eyes full of intense concern. Little did she know, her great-uncle, Qing Emperor Yu Qing, lay dead not far from her feet.
"Ruoyun, why are you here? And this person is...?"
Wang Lan’s gaze was fixed on King Jiangshan’s back. What style is this? Dressed in ancient robes, whiter than snow. A full head of black hair cascaded down his back, flowing in the wind. He stood with an imposing yet graceful presence, as if poised between heaven and earth.
What sort of ethereal and otherworldly temperament is this? Even though Wang Lan hadn’t seen the face of the person before him, he was certain that their appearance would be breathtaking.
To arrive on the scene at this time, in such a manner—the only conclusion Wang Lan could reach after racking his brain was that the nation had released King Jiangshan. Only King Jiangshan could so perfectly embody the ancient attire he wore, only he could possess the air of a sword immortal.
"May I have the name of the one who has come?" Drulu’s gaze turned grave. The aura around him grew heavy yet stable, rippling outward. Although they hadn’t yet clashed, this person gave him an extraordinary feeling.
Compared to this person, Wang Lan and the other four combined were insignificant—as different as heaven and earth.
"Great Jade Dynasty, King Jiangshan, Yu Changqing!"
"Dark Night Empire, Prince, Drulu!"
"Please enlighten me," King Jiangshan said with a slight bow and a cupped fist salute.
As soon as his words fell, Drulu suddenly dissipated. And at that moment, King Jiangshan made his move. He held no sword, yet swords seemed to be everywhere. A Sword Qi lashed out, causing a ripple in the void.
The Sword Qi seemed to pierce into a Different Dimensional Space.
BOOM—
With a loud noise, the spatial ripples violently spread out. Behind the ripples, Drulu’s figure eerily appeared. His punch met King Jiangshan’s Sword Qi.
BOOM—
The Sword Qi exploded, and Drulu’s figure was sent flying backward.
In that instant, both King Jiangshan and Drulu vanished. Wang Lan and the other five, standing together, all closed their eyes to perceive the unfolding battle.
Although they could perceive what was happening in the fight, the techniques and tactics of the combatants were beyond their understanding. This was a matter of being on a different level, much like elementary school students faced with a middle school exam. They could understand the questions, but how to solve them left them completely baffled.
At that moment, Emperor Bai and the others truly understood how they had managed to survive until now—it was sheer luck. If they possessed Drulu’s strength, never mind just the four of them, even forty or four hundred would have been slaughtered by now.
And they also realized something—Drulu’s fighting style was too straightforward, which had given them, users of every conceivable trick and desperate maneuver, a slim chance of survival. If Wang Lan had Drulu’s strength, he would have covertly killed them all long ago.
King Jiangshan moved his hand, and Sword Qi rained down. Though both were using Sword Qi to counter the enemy, Wang Lan clearly felt it was fundamentally different from his own Sunlight Sword Skill. The Sunlight Sword Skill focused on cultivating pure Yang energy to nurture a Sword Fetus and Dao fruit, pursuing the ultimate power of Sword Qi.
King Jiangshan’s Sword Qi carried a divine charm of the Dao; a simple flick of his wrist transformed Sword Qi into the very essence of heaven and earth. In terms of realm, King Jiangshan surpassed the Sunlight Sword Skill. However, in terms of raw power, Wang Lan believed his Sunlight Sword Skill at the Blue Diamond level might be slightly stronger than King Jiangshan’s Sword Qi.
However, the strength of Sword Qi doesn’t necessarily equate to overall strength. A cannon’s power is definitely greater than that of firearms, but if a person with a cannon were to duel someone with a gun, the outcome wouldn’t be certain.
Gradually, King Jiangshan gained the upper hand. Although Drulu’s attacks remained incredibly sharp, Wang Lan and the others sensed that Drulu’s rhythm was faltering. No matter how Drulu attacked, King Jiangshan effortlessly neutralized it with a seemingly light sword strike.
From the beginning, King Jiangshan had been drawing boundaries—not for himself, but for Drulu. As the Star Power that could be commanded in the void diminished, Drulu also realized he could launch fewer and fewer attacks.
But King Jiangshan remained consistent. His Cultivation Level had reached the realm of the Dao, which was why, six hundred years ago, he became the person closest to the Immortal Realm.
"One sword to define the kingdom!"
Suddenly, King Jiangshan truly unleashed his sword. Although King Jiangshan had previously released countless streams of Sword Qi, these were merely casual strokes. But this sword was infused with his vital energy, spirit, and soul.
This sword came with the Law of Heaven and Earth, locking onto its target. When this sword slashed out, Drulu’s figure instantly froze. His aura flared all around him, and endless black smoke engulfed him.
"Two swords to level the world!"
WHOOSH—
After King Jiangshan slashed one sword, he immediately followed up with another. If the first sword strike had divided the void, locking Drulu within the domain of the Sword Dao, then the second sword imposed the Law within this very domain.
Drulu seemed trapped in a cage, unable to break free from the Sword Dao domain. Endless manifestations of Sword Dao severed all the power he could muster.
He was like an insect trapped in a spider’s web. No matter how he struggled, the spider’s silk continuously ensnared him, binding his power and gradually neutralizing all his efforts.
"Three swords to sever Yin and Yang!"
SWISH—
A flash of sword light suddenly rose within the domain of the Sword Dao. It was as if the domain had been split in two, and in the middle of this division was Drulu, the God Warrior of the Demon Clan.
Witnessing this scene, Qing Emperor and the others, who had been holding their breath, couldn’t help but exhale in relief. It was over. With such a premeditated strategy, King Jiangshan had laid out a Sky Net. Then, with one sword, he divided Yin and Yang, severing Heaven and Earth. Drulu, with no escape route or countermeasures, was surely doomed.
Within King Jiangshan’s Sword Dao domain, even if Drulu possessed Wang Lan’s Space Attribute teleportation ability, it would be useless. The Sword Dao domain had become a world of its own. Unless Drulu could shatter space with his own power... he was undoubtedly doomed.
A beam of white light streaked across the heavens, illuminating the cosmos.
In front of the satellite cameras, that flash of white light covered the entire field of view.
As the sword light dissipated, King Jiangshan stood with his hands behind his back.
The breeze danced, rustling his dark hair. And Drulu, just as before, stood before King Jiangshan. Drulu had now returned to his previous form, his face half-human, capable of showing a wide range of expressions.
"Human, you are very strong... but you haven’t won."
I haven’t won, yet you’re dead, King Jiangshan mused, not understanding why Drulu would say he hadn’t won. If you’re dead, how could I not have won?
"In the Earth Star Realm, an Ancient God’s domain suppresses my strength to only one percent of its true potential. That’s why you were able to defeat me. If it weren’t for this Law’s suppression, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me. So, although you’ve defeated me, you haven’t truly won."
Is that so... King Jiangshan smiled faintly. "Our battle is only about life and death, not about winning or losing."
"That’s right, only life and death. So, you still won. I just wanted to tell you: I am a God Warrior of the Divine Clan. The God Warriors of my Divine Clan possess far greater strength than you can imagine. Though I die, the name of the God Warriors must not be sullied by me.
The Law’s suppression in the Earth Star Realm is weakening, and soon it will vanish completely. When that time comes, the God Warriors of my Divine Clan will show you the true power that comes with the name God Warrior."
"I look forward to it. But for now, you can die."
BANG! BANG! BANG!—
As his words fell, Drulu’s body suddenly erupted as if a string of firecrackers had been lit inside him. He burst into clouds of dust, and under the assault of the Sword Qi, Drulu turned to ash, vanishing without a trace.
King Jiangshan stood quietly in the distance, looking up at the sky and letting out a long sigh.
It’s over! Wang Lan heaved a long sigh of relief. The Portal of the Demon World is closed, and the powerful Drulu has been slain. Surely, the Demon Clan won’t invade again in the near future.
But the Time-Space Gemstone, embedded with spatial coordinates, remained a hidden threat. As long as this Time-Space Gemstone existed, the Demon Clan still had the potential to return.
WHOO! WHOO! WHOO!—
In the distance, the roar of sirens sounded as a convoy of more than a dozen off-road vehicles sped towards them from afar.
Has the military come to pick us up? Wang Lan wondered.
"No!" Yu Ruoyun’s expression changed. "It’s the Yu Family!"
