Invincible Dad-Chapter 570: What’s Good About the Sword_1
Deng Xiaoyao did indeed strike with his sword. But it wasn’t with Mojian Wuzheng, which was still embedded in the ground; it was a sword attack unleashed with two fingers held together.
A silvery-white light flashed across the night-shrouded sky. Ruan Lan couldn’t even see what it was before the entire island began to shake violently.
THUD!
The Formation Chessboard in Ruan Lan’s hands trembled as well. Her pupils constricted. A ten-meter-long Spirit Qi Sword Glow had pierced the air just a few steps from her forehead!
Xu Yiyi silently swallowed. The sword had come far too quickly—so fast that neither she nor Qian Xiao could react in time. If even those at the Golden Core Realm were caught off guard, Ruan Lan, who had only studied formations without formal cultivation, stood no chance.
Fortunately, the sword strike was blocked.
"It’s a Defensive Array..." Deng Xiaoyao’s brow furrowed deeply. That woman, Ruan Lan, hadn’t only laid two terrifying Killing Formations that harnessed the power of the stars, but had also set up a Defensive Array. "A pity. Though the formation is strong, it is meant to be broken."
While fending off the two great Killing Formations, Deng Xiaoyao unleashed countless streams of Sword Intent, attempting to shatter the Great Array protecting Ruan Lan.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The formation flickered, starlight glimmering across its surface.
This is bad. The formation won’t hold for much longer! Ruan Lan’s heart tightened, her slender fingers trembling. She began to regret bringing her niece Yiyi and Qian Xiao along. Once the primary defensive Starlight Formation broke, all three of them would be chopped into mincemeat by that crazed, powerful old fiend.
What do I do? What do I do? Think of something, Ruan Lan, you have to think of something! Clutching the Formation Chessboard, she began to panic.
"Auntie, don’t panic," Xu Yiyi said seriously. "Qian Xiao and I can help."
"No way!" Ruan Lan was frantic. "What if you get hurt? How could I explain it to your dad and to Qian Xiao’s dad? Your mom and his mom would kill me!"
Qian Xiao’s small head was filled with large question marks. He felt as though he was being scolded, but he wasn’t entirely sure.
"Wow, is this old lunatic even human? Doesn’t he get tired at all? His Spiritual Energy is just too abundant!" Ruan Lan was beside herself with anxiety.
Nearly half an hour had passed since the battle began, yet Deng Xiaoyao showed no signs of Spiritual Energy exhaustion. He was like an energized cockroach, only growing stronger with the fight. This was merely a testament to Ruan Lan’s inexperience. Had disciples from the major sects and Nine Pavilions been present, they would have surely recognized the Penglai Sword Art of the Penglai Sword Pavilion—a peculiar sword technique. It required little Spiritual Energy, relying instead on one’s comprehension of Sword Intent. The deeper one’s understanding of the sword path, the more astonishing the destructive power.
CRACK—
At that moment, the primary defensive Starlight Array became riddled with cracks, on the verge of shattering completely.
"Yiyi, Qian Xiao, run!" Ruan Lan yelled. "I’ll hold him off! Go call your dad to save me!"
However, neither Qian Xiao nor Yiyi did as she said. The two youngsters exchanged a look and, with perfect tacit understanding, charged at Deng Xiaoyao the very instant the formation failed.
"Hey, hey, hey—" Ruan Lan was deeply worried. She knew her niece and nephew had started cultivating early and were powerful, but this old codger was clearly no pushover. They couldn’t afford to be careless!
But soon, Ruan Lan was left gaping in shock. The power Qian Xiao and Xu Yiyi displayed had once again surpassed her imagination.
Qian Xiao took the lead, relying solely on his brute physical strength as he swung a fist at the sword attack coming from Deng Xiaoyao’s two fingers.
BOOM!
A thunderous roar echoed across the island. The Sword Intent that had made Ruan Lan tremble with fear was forcefully dissipated by Qian Xiao’s punch! Even so, Qian Xiao was not unscathed. He staggered back several steps, his right fist trembling violently.
"Holy crap!" Ruan Lan exclaimed in shock. "Qian Xiao, what on earth are you made of? How is your fist so hard?"
"..."
Qian Xiao scratched his head, not having realized he had become so strong himself.
A phoenix’s cry rang out from the sky. A phoenix formed of Spiritual Energy spread its wings and soared high, its power actually forcing Deng Xiaoyao to stagger back three steps.
Seizing the opportunity, Ruan Lan poured all of her already limited Spiritual Energy into the Formation Chessboard. The shattered defensive Starlight Array re-formed in front of her. Simultaneously, the offensive Starlight Array and the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation began drawing down starlight at an accelerated pace, their attacks becoming a near-continuous barrage.
For a moment, the combined assault of the three put Deng Xiaoyao under immense pressure. Having been unscathed until now, he finally bled. It was the Zhoutian Star Fighting Formation. A beam of starlight had solidified into a pillar and shattered his left arm. If Deng Xiaoyao hadn’t reacted so quickly, half of his body might have been obliterated.
Deng Xiaoyao’s expression turned grim. One specialized in physical combat, one in formations, and one in Divine Skills. These three youngsters, when they joined forces, proved to be quite troublesome.
"To think Hua Country has produced freaks like you. Give it another thirty or fifty years, and I fear no one would be able to subdue you. But right now, you’re still too green!" Deng Xiaoyao snorted coldly. "You possess the Boundary, yet you are unable to unleash its true power."
"No matter how powerful your arrays or how matchless your bodies, watch as I break them all with a single sword strike!"
As he finished speaking, Deng Xiaoyao’s right hand closed around the empty air, grasping a sword that materialized from nothing. Though formed of Spiritual Energy, it was incredibly lifelike. The blade glinted with a cold light that seemed to subtly tear at the void itself.
"What a fine sword," Ruan Lan suddenly bellowed.
"..."
The shout made Deng Xiaoyao’s sword hand tremble slightly. In all his years of cultivation, he had never encountered such a loud-mouthed opponent. Besides, this was just an ordinary sword condensed from Spiritual Energy, something any cultivator in the Martial Ancestor Realm could do. What was so "fine" about it?
"Auntie, what’s so good about the sword?" Qian Xiao asked, voicing Deng Xiaoyao’s own confusion.
"What’s good is that the man is just like his sword," Ruan Lan said seriously. "He’s utterly despicable, too!"
"Ignorant child. Still running your mouth at death’s door." Deng Xiaoyao was not angered. His severed left arm began to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This regenerative ability genuinely shocked Ruan Lan. "Let’s attack together! Don’t give him a chance to recover!"
Although it was the first time the one adult and two children had fought together, their coordination was extraordinarily seamless, which delighted Ruan Lan. "See? I told you both that you were meant to be the Left and Right Protectors of my Star Origin Sect! This was all arranged by fate!"
"..."
Neither Qian Xiao nor Xu Yiyi paid her any mind, instead focusing their entire attention on the battle. Two early-stage Golden Core Realm cultivators, alongside an Array Master whose formations were far more orthodox than she was, were actually suppressing Deng Xiaoyao.
In just a quarter of an hour, Deng Xiaoyao had sustained three new wounds. Although they were minor injuries that didn’t threaten his life and healed in the blink of an eye, they filled him with rage. He was a mid-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator! Seventy years ago, he had been unrivaled among Earth’s younger generation. Now, after returning to Earth from beyond the stars, he had expected to reign supreme. He never imagined he would be given such a hard time by a few kids.
How could he tolerate this?
"Sword, come!"
With Deng Xiaoyao’s great shout, the black-and-red Demon Sword suddenly shot into the air, spinning ceaselessly around him. The next second, he grasped its hilt. An overwhelming murderous aura instantly erupted, making him look like a Demon God descending from the heavens.
「Meanwhile.」
On a mountaintop less than a thousand miles away stood a tent.
The zipper was unfastened, and two heads poked out. Ruan Tang was nestled in Xu Lai’s arm. The two snuggled together, watching the twinkling starlight. As Xu Lai looked toward the East, he suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise.
