Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 697 - 696: You’re Obviously Afraid

Zhang Ziyu's sword shattered everyone's perception of him, revealing just how powerful a Son of the Fate Energy could be. It also shattered his own belief in the great strength of the Sword Immortal Heritage, even making him doubt his own Fate Energy at that moment.

Something seems wrong!

How can this girl's wound still be healing?

He had unleashed the Sword Immortal Heritage, famed as the Sword Dao with the most destructive power among all Sword Cultivators.

He had always been so confident.

But in just a few breaths, Zhang Ziyu, like a genius seated high above, suddenly plunged into an abyss. Even with the Sword Immortal's legacy at hand, he dared not strike again.

He was a bit panicked.

In a grand scene like this, it's better to let Ping handle it!

Zhang Ziyu wanted to turn around.

But Wang Lin'er's possession had already begun.

Strangely enough, her method of possession, known as an Ancient Skill, was silent and seamless, directly invading the Divine Soul. Even a being five or six minor realms higher could be easily controlled by her.

But at this moment, she failed twice in succession.

Now, it was her third attempt.

Yet, a bizarre scene occurred once again. The method of possession enveloped Zhang Ziyu entirely, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea without causing even the slightest ripple.

She was a bit bewildered.

Zhang Ziyu panicked, his face grew pale, and he staggered backward.

That kind of power...

Fuck!

He realized something was amiss. Remembering all the legends about this woman and her eyes, his mind rippled as he subconsciously gripped the Sword Immortal legacy in his hand.

"Zhang Ziyu, Son of the Fate Energy, heh..." Wang Lin'er sneered. "You call yourself the Sword Immortal Heir, wielding the most powerful Sword Dao in the world, but... you've never actually used it, have you?"

She calmly watched him.

The Zhang Family was buying time, and so was she.

The Zhang Family was waiting, and wasn't she?

Zhang Ziyu's face turned red.

"Are you afraid?" Wang Lin'er asked again.

"Pah! You're the one who's afraid. I am the Son of the Fate Energy, the only heir to the Sword Immortal. How could I possibly fear a Demon Girl like you?" Zhang Ziyu mustered his courage and retorted.

"You are clearly afraid."

"Nonsense!"

"Your body is trembling," Wang Lin'er said softly, her long hair swaying. "Do you see that Nether Moon? It will soon cover this place. Eeriness and carnage will envelop your entire Zhang Family…"

"…"

"All of you will fall into despair. All of you will die miserably here and become vengeful spirits under the swords of my Divine Clan. Do you know… what that scene looks like?" Her tone was light and casual.

But to the listeners, it was chilling to the bone.

The territory guarded by the Zhang Family was home to over a hundred million people.

Yet she was so nonchalant in the face of over a hundred million lives.

Below, every cultivator of the Human Clan showed anger, including the upper echelons of the Zhang Family and the group of youths.

Zhang Luoshan and Zhang Wu felt this particularly strongly. Upon learning that the Goddess had miserably killed Zhang Heng, they would have rushed out if not for their elders' restraint.

"Ah, the Sword Immortal! In that distant era, true, he was quite a figure. But alas… my Divine Clan is immortal and undying. How could you, mere ant-like beings, understand?"

"Son of the Fate Energy? Can you display your Sword Dao for me to see?"

"I'm quite interested!"

"But… seeing how frightened you are, if you kneel here and beg for mercy, I will certainly let you leave this place alive. How about that?" She laughed lightly, irresistibly enchanting, with every word carrying an indescribable seductiveness.

It struck right at the heart.

In her sway, she seemed like a lofty God, looking down on the land of the Human Clan. The unintentional pressure emanating from her pressed down heavily on everyone's shoulders.

Immensely heavy.

"Demon Girl!" Zhang Wu could no longer hold back. His sword drawn and eyes red with fury, he yelled, disregarding the elders' restraint, and rushed determinedly towards the sky...

WHIZ!

The Longsword pointed from afar, carrying formidable killing intention mixed with terrifying Sword Intent, overshadowing this small battlefield.

His build was average, his face resolute.

Though young, the stubble on his chin had not been tended to for a long time, giving him the mature look of a middle-aged man. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Zhang Wu bellowed, "You killed my brother Zhang Heng! Today... even if it costs me my life, I will cut you down!"

"What?"

Behind him, Zhang Ziyu was shocked. "Brother Zhang Wu? What did you say? Brother Zhang Heng, he...?"

Wang Lin'er said with a smile, "That foolish kid was too stubborn. If he had chosen to retreat, why would he have died so miserably? In the end, it's only his own stupidity—you can't blame others."

"You're seeking death!" Zhang Wu's anger surged to his crown. He brandished his Longsword and charged toward her.

He was very strong.

His cultivation realm was at the Third Heaven of the Saint King.

Born into an Ancient Family, the Sword Dao he cultivated was naturally not simple.

At the moment he struck, Chen Pingping, on the other side, was also surprised. Such powerful Sword Dao, comparable to Hei's!

Hmm.

Speaking of which, it had been a long time since he had contemplated the sword.

He wondered if the Abyss Sword Tao within Hei had developed any sword techniques that surpassed those of the Emperor Realm.

This sword strike was earth-shattering, making the sun and moon pale in comparison.

The overwhelming killing intention erupted all at once, like the collapse of a great river from the Nine Heavens, pouring down for a thousand miles.

Unfortunately, his opponent was one of the strongest young women of the Divine Clan, possessing a terrifying bloodline and backed by the myth of the undefeated Goddess.

Anyone facing her would find it impossible to remain completely calm.

Although Zhang Wu's heart burned with rage, he was no different; thus, the Sword Dao he unleashed had some flaws.

His Power Path wasn't at one hundred percent.

This slight flaw, in the Goddess's eyes, was an opening for a deadly counter!

Her tall figure stood still, her eyes unnervingly calm—as if to her, the incoming sword strike was insignificant... Then, she extended a finger.

A chilling glint of light instantly shot out, piercing through the flaw.

A thunderous boom resounded.

Zhang Wu's Sword Dao instantly shattered.

The fierce force rebounded, and with a CRACK!, the Void collapsed.

The Goddess chuckled lightly. Taking a few steps forward, she raised another finger, which instantly transformed into countless sword beams that rained down. "Do you think you're the only one who cultivates swords?"

The sword, the Supreme Tao.

This was the Sword Dao she had created herself.

Just one strike, but it contained various profound mysteries, vast and deep. If broken down, one could surely see dozens of different sword forces.

It was condensed from the principle of ninety-nine returning to one.

With such a strike, perhaps she didn't even need to find Zhang Wu's flaws—she could have easily defeated him all the same.

BOOM!

Another thunderous BOOM! Zhang Wu's body crashed down heavily.

He wasn't dead.

But he had suffered a terrible injury.

The Goddess's strike contained the Power of Destruction.

This power pierced through his Dantian, continuously dissolving the Vitality Power within his body.

Very terrifying.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face even paler, his body convulsing—the horror was that his Destiny God Weapon had shattered to pieces.

So strong...

Cultivators from both the Human Clan and the powerful experts of the Divine Clan were shocked by the Goddess's attack.

「On the Mo River side.」

The descendants of the Lineage of the Human Emperor looked solemn.

"How did this lad suppress the Goddess?" The drunkard couldn't help but doubt. "The Goddess that appeared at the inn, could she have been a fake?"

Nobody spoke.

Indeed, that Goddess was real.

Chen Pingping, using his Physical Strength, had forcefully suppressed the Goddess—this too was real.

Perhaps?

It was because the Goddess underestimated her opponent, right?

The Zhang Family's upper echelons gasped.

An Elder suddenly burst out cursing, "What Divine Clan Goddess? She's nothing but a Demon Girl! Pah! Shameless wretch! Don't think these powers are truly yours, and don't think we don't know where your strength comes from!"

It was naturally possession.

Wang Lin'er appeared unconcerned, her demeanor still lofty. "Your family's genius has been heavily injured. If you all don't take action to heal him, he'll die, you know."