Master of Monster Synthesis-Chapter 612 - 324: Nine Dragons Invincible, Wang Dachui’s Secret
The Heavenly Artifact Continent, Demon World.
"Roar!!"
In the abyssal depths of the Dark Energy, a heaven-shattering longsword pierced through the dark clouds, its sharp Sword Qi streaking across the sky, seemingly intent on splitting the entire Demon World in two.
In the next moment, the scenery of the Demon World shifted slightly, the Dark Monster vanished, and the Mirror Space enveloped the land. The heaven-shattering sword shot at the mirror surface, and the overwhelming Sword Qi evaporated instantly.
"Sword Saint, you cannot escape!"
A calm voice echoed from every direction within the Mirror Space, which spanned the entire Demon World. The surface of the mirrors rippled as densely packed figures descended from the sky.
Twenty identical versions of "Mo Yuanxiu" surrounded the Sword Saint, their overwhelming murderous intent pressing down like a tidal wave. The Sword Saint positioned Lin Ke behind him, his entire body emanating boundless Sword Qi, sweat beading on his forehead, his body trembling slightly.
"You are not Master Mo!" The Sword Saint’s aged face turned solemn.
Only after a moment’s reflection did he understand.
The Demon Sect of today was no longer the one of the past; it had already been taken over by another mysterious force.
As for the Mo Yuanxiu before him, while his aura and cultivation technique were absolutely identical, this clone ability was far beyond comparison.
Moreover, there were other demonic foes from outside coveting the Heavenly Artifact Continent!
The Sword Saint felt a foreboding sense of doom.
Meanwhile, seeing the Sword Saint’s expression, Mo Yuanxiu’s face shifted slightly. He recalled the Magic Mirror aura sensed earlier, and his mind became clear.
The Sword Saint had completely failed to recognize the Mirror Planet; it was the Magic Mirror Clan behind the scenes, and their purpose was obvious.
They aimed to turn the Mirror Planet into a deadly adversary of the entire Heavenly Artifact Continent!
Though he realized he had fallen into the trick of the Magic Mirror Clan, at this point, the Sword Saint had no choice but to remain here.
With that thought, Mo Yuanxiu’s brow furrowed cruelly, and the twenty Mirror Clones trembled suddenly. Raising their hands high, their bodies transformed into majestic Demon Blades.
"Kill!!"
Instantly, the twenty menacing Demon Blades expanded a hundredfold, morphing into heaven-shattering blades that ruthlessly cleaved downward.
"Boom!!!"
Within the Mirror Space, torrents of Dark Energy surged; the Demon Blades materialized, splitting the heavens and earth.
"Holy Sword!"
Grinding his teeth, the Sword Saint roared. His stunning Sword Qi turned into a pillar of light, piercing through the dark clouds like a beacon in pitch darkness, desperately resisting these twenty-plus sky-cleaving Demon Blades.
"Buzz..."
The heavens hummed, destruction sweeping through the land. The mountains of the Demon World reflected in the Mirror Space were obliterated to dust by this "Divine Domain" of sword and blade, leaving only smooth mirror surfaces behind.
"Ugh..."
Amidst the remnants of Sword Qi, the Sword Saint’s face turned pale abruptly. He violently spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with Sword Radiance.
"Master, how are you?" Lin Ke hurriedly supported the staggering Sword Saint, her delicate face filled with panic.
The Sword Saint gazed at the twenty-some floating Demon Blades, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
"Good disciple, today we may meet our end here in the Demon World." The Sword Saint sighed.
Against just one Mo Yuanxiu, he could easily escape with ninety percent certainty.
But against twenty Mo Yuanxius...
Even if he rallied the entire Sword Sect, they likely wouldn’t be a match.
Such a fearsome existence—where did it come from...
The Sword Saint harbored no hope in his heart.
He only regretted that Lin Ke—such a promising disciple—would be lost.
His heart was mournful.
Lin Ke bit her silver teeth hard, her gaze resolute.
"No, Master, we won’t die here. Don’t forget someone reminded us earlier!"
The Sword Saint paused, "This..."
Lin Ke said, "Master, the Demon Sect abruptly tried to kill us for a reason, most likely related to that person from earlier."
"Since he wants us to leave here, it must suit his plans; he won’t want us to die here just yet."
"Good disciple, you make a valid point."
Hope flickered in the Sword Saint’s eyes. He said, "Then your Master will hold out a little longer and see whether that person truly intends to let us die here."
With those words, Sword Intent soared into the sky, spatial fissures rapidly expanded, once again confronting the menacing Demon Blades head-on.
...
Meanwhile, in a dozen overlapping layers of Mirror Space, a dark-red giant let out a miserable cry as it was sent flying, crashing heavily into the distant Thunderbolt Fire engaged in combat.
"Boom..."
The earth cracked as the two giants tumbled to the ground, crushing rocks beneath them.
"My back... Brother Qin, are you even capable?" Thunderbolt Fire clutched his waist, shouting.
Qin Shou similarly clutched the glowing ring-shaped energy light on his chest, panting heavily. "I can’t do it anymore. I can’t hold out. That monkey is far too strong. Heavenly Eye, that idiot still hasn’t come out. We have to figure out a way to escape."
Thunderbolt Fire had already been considering this and immediately agreed.
"Alright, let’s combine forces to break the Mirror Space. El, our dear lady, cover us!" he yelled at the Silver Dragon spanning the sky.
El Dragon’s face twitched. What kind of Earth language had this guy learned...
But she knew this was no time for nonsense, and a silver Breath descended upon the earth, enveloping the two men.
"Clang clang clang..."
"Boom..."
The Mirror Clones attacked, and the Worldly Demon Monkey swung its staff furiously. The silver shielding trembled, instantly showing faint cracks.
"Hurry, the lady’s shield won’t hold much longer."
Thunderbolt Fire urged, raising his giant sword. Endless flames gathered along the blade, with nearly all his spiritual power amplifying the weapon—before it even slashed down, the heavens let out faint cries, and spatial fissures burst apart.
Qin Shou didn’t hesitate either. Opening his arms wide, his left and right hands respectively gathered immense Light Energy and deep Dark Energy—one black, one white, utterly distinct, forming a thousand-meter-diameter ring of light and darkness that painted the sky.
"Crack crack crack..."
Under the pull of the titanic force, the soil within a several-hundred-mile radius floated upward. His narrow eyes gleamed with even fiercer dark-red brilliance.
The ground quaked. Qin Shou’s hands formed the shape of an "L" as he fired dark-red lightning beams.
Z-Schum Beam!
"Boom!!!"
In an instant, the giant sword and dark-red lightning struck the same spot. Fragile cracking sounds rang out incessantly, and the smooth mirror surface rapidly shattered layer upon layer.
