Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2312 - 2310 One Sword One World
Chapter 2312: Chapter 2310: One Sword, One World
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“Stop! Don’t rashly break the balance!”
Their expressions instantly shifted.
“Relax, I know what I’m doing,”
Gu Baiyi’s crisp voice rang out.
She stepped forward a few more paces. Suddenly, her face showed a look of shock, and she turned her gaze toward Ethan Smith with unexpected pity.
“What’s wrong? What happened in that area?”
Yan Minglong couldn’t help but ask.
“In that area, there’s a Saint Beast — Nightmare,” Gu Baiyi shook her head.
“Holy shit! No wonder the three of us couldn’t see the true form there. Turns out it’s that thing. Honestly, this kid would’ve been better off dying by the hands of the corpse earlier.”
Yan Minglong’s face also darkened upon hearing this.
“Nightmares take pleasure in toying with people’s dreams. The more fragmented their souls, the more delicious it is for them. Almost everyone who encounters a Nightmare ends up having their soul shattered before being devoured completely. I’d rather face a Divine Beast than cross paths with this monstrosity,”
Jiang Qingyuan said, his expression full of dread.
“Such a pity for someone with such unparalleled talent. If he had the chance to grow, he could’ve become top-tier combat strength for our race. I’m wondering if the three of us together could save his life. For a cultivator of his caliber to perish here—it’s just too tragic.”
“It’s hardly possible,” Yan Minglong shook his head. “The Nightmare’s divine soul is unimaginably vast; who knows how many souls it’s already absorbed. Even if we intervened, in mere moments it could seize our divine souls too—there’s no saving this kid. Years ago, three Tribulation Stage cultivators from the Taylor family faced a Nightmare and barely managed to escape with their lives.”
Nightmares delight in tormenting people’s souls—either consuming them in excruciating pain or wrapping them in euphoric bliss until death, sampling every flavor of human emotion like a connoisseur savoring sweet, bitter, sour, and spicy simultaneously.
In the Holy Region, it’s said that a Nightmare descended upon a sect that had stood for millennia, and within an instant, everyone died within their dreamscapes.
Even at the moment of their deaths, they retained smiles of pure happiness on their faces.
Ethan Smith collapsed onto the blackened ground littered with bones.
Suddenly, countless tendrils shot forward. They resembled octopus tentacles, binding Ethan’s arms and suspending him in midair.
“Emily” slowly walked before him. She reached out and brushed her hand across Ethan’s body.
A piece of flesh was sliced cleanly from him—one knife cut after another.
In mere moments, Ethan’s body was stripped of intact skin, with blood dripping from him like beads falling to the ground.
*Ethan seemed to no longer feel the pain of his mutilated body; the agony within his mind overshadowed his physical suffering.*
His blood began to thin as his divine sense gradually dissipated.
Hicks walked forward silently, his strides steady, unhesitating.
With each step, the Sword Intent emanating from him surged upward, like bamboo shoots breaking ground after spring rains. His divine soul fully fused into his blade.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In the Ninth-layer Purgatory, countless decayed swords began trembling faintly, as though summoned by an unseen force.
“Who the hell is this guy? His cultivation path is damn odd—abandoning comprehension of the Laws and focusing solely on the sword?”
Jiang Qingyuan frowned and commented.
Typically, cultivators at rank four aim to integrate their divine souls into the Heavenly Dao Rules, using these Laws to temper themselves for breaking into rank five.
But Hicks had poured his entire divine soul into his sword; his path to rank five was severed.
“This has become its own school of cultivation. To wield the Sword Intent of the Ninth Layer with rank four strength—how terrifying must his will of the sword be?”
Yan Minglong’s sword, resting beside him, began to shake, leaving him deeply shaken.
Hicks stepped in front of Ethan, watching his spasming body.
The surrounding world plunged into darkness. Then suddenly, Hicks closed his eyes and swung his sword at Ethan without hesitation.
“One Sword, One World!”
Hicks slashed with his sword, and majestic Sword Qi descended from the heavens.
In that instant, within a thousand meters of the Ninth-layer Purgatory, day seemed to burst forth.
One meter within that Sword Qi, a world filled with Sword Intent enveloped the space. That cascading Sword Qi carried an entire world within it.
It was the attack of a world.
Amid the Void, a piercing cry suddenly erupted.
Ripples coursed through space, and an enormous pair of blood-red pupils materialized in the sky.
The blood eyes radiated fury, locking intently on Hicks.
“Phantom Night Blood Pupil is awakening—that beast has gone mad.”
Gu Baiyi’s gaze was fixed on the battlefield; the three were unwittingly drawn to this hopelessly imbalanced clash.
Hicks knelt on one knee, unable to muster the strength to stand.
*That single strike had drained him of all his vitality, energy, and spirit, leaving him utterly spent.*
Amid the Void, the pupils twitched slightly. A sword forged of divine sense began quietly condensing, visible even to the human eye.
“Heh, where do you think you’re looking, you beast?”
Ethan’s face was soaked in blood, his teeth clenched tightly.
Hicks’s last strike had enraged the Nightmare yet also jolted Ethan back into fleeting clarity.
Twisting and contorting his fractured bones, Ethan’s hands gripped the tendrils binding him as if they were iron claws. Then, an icy, hellish voice echoed.
“Soul Nightmare Technique!”
A terrifying suction force erupted within his Sea of Knowledge. Instantly, waves of divine sense surged madly into it. *The excruciating pain of extreme spiritual compression made Ethan’s body tremble uncontrollably.*
“He’s absorbing the Nightmare’s divine sense—that lunatic! You’re just a rank four cultivator, what are you absorbing? This Nightmare could toy with the divine souls of Tribulation Stage cultivators with ease! How could you possibly withstand its divine soul strength?”
Gu Baiyi clenched her fists tightly, silently hoping the two rank four saints could emerge unscathed.
*These two had shocked her in ways she never imagined.*
“Forget divine soul power—the agonizing compression of divine sense is unbearable for mortals. In the realm of dreams, there’s no relief from dizziness. He’ll be tortured by the raw pain until his divine soul’s origin fractures,” Yan Minglong said solemnly. *He recollected his harrowing experience against a Nightmare, a torment beyond death.*
“You’re actually right. I know you’re fake, but I have nothing to refute!”
Ethan laughed madly, his bloodied body convulsing on the ground.
“Soul Nightmare Technique—Extreme!”
In the next moment, Ethan pushed the Soul Nightmare Technique to its limit. The horrific suction blurred even the Phantom Night Blood Pupil.
In mere moments, the pure and concentrated divine soul energy pouring into Ethan’s Sea of Knowledge had reached half the capacity of his original soul.
Two lakes were pulled into a fixed space, causing raging waves and bursting waters.
*The unbearable agony made Ethan’s eyes roll back—pain no mortal could tolerate.*
From within the Void, the Phantom Night Blood Pupil displayed a mocking expression. A snap of its fingers echoed through the air.
