Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 129 - 100: Profound Sea Eighth Layer, the Whole Audience Is Shocked (Part 2)
And this enmity, as the rise of Dugu Nan and the Peak Master of the Heavy Sword Peak, grows deeper by the day.
Especially several hundred years ago, when the young and spirited future Sword Saint stormed the peak in anger, wielding his sword to single-handedly bring down his peers on Heavy Sword Peak, making Heavy Sword Peak well-known throughout Divine Sword Sect in an instant.
Although now both have become terrifying existences and no longer dwell on the events of the past, ever since Dugu Nan took on apprentices, countless disciples of Heavy Sword Peak have secretly competed, not thinking Heavy Sword Peak inferior by even a margin, especially his South Peak.
They even believe that if South Peak hadn’t snatched too many resources from Heavy Sword Peak back then, resulting in prolonged scarcity, Heavy Sword Peak would surely be more formidable today. Therefore, while others in Divine Sword Sect regard the Sword Saint with respect and admiration, the people of Heavy Sword Peak harbor more or less some resentment.
At this moment, Ye Xiaofan mentioned the matter of ’Warship’ from the past, causing Nalan Linyun to pause slightly, evidently not expecting the other party to know even a bit about events from hundreds of years ago.
However, Nalan Linyun quickly smiled calmly, his expression unchanged: "Sword Saint senior said it right. Since that’s the case, let the junior show the senior whether this warship of yours will capsize in this junior’s ditch today."
Seeing he could not gain the upper hand with words, Nalan Linyun stood up slowly, then extended a large hand backward.
Boom! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Instantly, a huge heavy sword came tearing through the void, causing the air to warp.
The heavy sword landed in Nalan Linyun’s hand, where he twirled it around before heavily placing it upon the massive stone at his feet.
Suddenly, the weighty sword collided with the rock, resonating with a loud crash as the entire rock seemed unable to bear the sword’s weight, cracking open instantly.
Gently caressing the heavy sword beside him, Nalan Linyun began to speak slowly.
"Craftsmanship of great heaven and earth, the heavy sword has no edge, this sword is called Cold Profound Heavy Sword, crafted entirely from Cold Iron and Profound Iron, weighing thirteen thousand pounds. If wielded with sheer physical strength, it can unleash a force of one hundred thousand pounds. Infused with Spiritual Power, its might increases tenfold or more, coupled with Martial Technique, it becomes terrifyingly powerful."
"However, unfortunately, this is already the most inferior heavy sword I could find, using it against the new apprentice of South Peak cannot be counted as bullying the junior."
"Of course, the junior should not underestimate this sword. Every heavy sword from Heavy Sword Peak is not something everyone can bear. It will not show mercy just because the junior is a South Peak apprentice and a disciple of the Sword Saint. This move from the senior, the junior must catch it with all his might."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaofan’s brow furrowed slightly.
The opponent deliberately brought out his most inferior heavy sword, ostensibly to let Ye Xiaofan, the new disciple, have a chance, but in reality, it was intentional, with somewhat of a slight against the Sword Saint.
As a disciple of the Sword Saint, Ye Xiaofan naturally would not tolerate swallowing his pride.
After a moment of thought.
Ye Xiaofan similarly waved his large hand.
The next moment.
Buzz buzz buzz...!!!
Countless Ancient Swords flowed out from his Space Ring, and the sound of sword chants reverberated atop the Seventy-Second Small Peak.
A total of thirty-six Ancient Swords floated around Ye Xiaofan, each exuding an imposing presence, with waves of terrifying aura faintly emerging.
"Thirty-six swords?"
The moment countless Ancient Swords appeared, above the First Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, the Mountain Guardian gazed at the familiar Ancient Swords, slightly dazed.
Thirty-six Swords.
In just two months, the little junior brother had surprisingly increased by four swords, causing Qin Yi to feel a slight shock.
Nalan Linyun also looked quite surprised at those Ancient Swords.
Ye Xiaofan then gazed at the thirty-six swords resonating with him, as if they had become one, establishing a clear connection with each other.
"These Ancient Swords were all acquired by my master back then, with each sword carrying a grand legend behind it. Among the thirty-six swords, the first sword I obtained was this Luoyu Sword, the weakest among the thirty-six swords."
As Ye Xiaofan spoke, he summoned the Luoyu Sword with a slight gesture, which trembled gently before floating in front of him.
His gaze also settled on the Luoyu Sword: "Today marks my first day on the Seventy-Two Small Peaks, it is also a new starting point. Since the senior holds this junior in such high regard, this junior shall use this Luoyu Sword to battle the senior."
After Ye Xiaofan finished, Nalan Linyun could not help but laugh: "Battle?"
Nalan Linyun shook his head slowly.
In his view, Ye Xiaofan could not withstand even one move from him, yet now he boldly claims it is a battle, making Nalan Linyun find it amusing.
And at this moment, the opponent’s use of the Luoyu Sword seemed more like contempt, and any trace of this contempt Nalan Linyun regarded as a provocation.
"Humph, not a long time in cultivation, yet such boldness. If so, let me see how the one trained in a year and a half will battle me. Junior, take this move!"
After Nalan Linyun spoke, he immediately snorted coldly and took the initiative.
Only to see him abruptly throw the heavy sword in his hand towards Ye Xiaofan. Instantly, a terrifying gravity surged outward, and as the heavy sword passed, merely its own gravity stirred the void to ripple.
Seeing this, Ye Xiaofan also moved his mind slightly, causing the countless Ancient Swords to disappear, leaving only the tremulous Luoyu Sword before him.
As Nalan Linyun’s heavy sword, carrying boundless gravity, hurtled towards him, Ye Xiaofan remained unfazed, and with a wave of his hand, a sweep of force knocked the incoming heavy sword away.
And at this moment, Nalan Linyun was already in motion, this strike not infused with any Spiritual Power, and he did not expect it to defeat Ye Xiaofan.
But as he flew towards Ye Xiaofan, he caught the rebounding heavy sword and leaped fiercely, pouring endless Spiritual Power into the heavy sword.
Suddenly, the heavy sword erupted with an endless, terrifying aura, wielding a power that could destroy heaven and earth, and slammed towards the figure ahead.
For a moment, countless disciples of Divine Sword Sect like Wang Yang raised their eyes abruptly, staring intently at that part of the world.
However, the moment the heavy sword fell.
Ye Xiaofan gently raised his hand, suddenly.
Boom boom boom!
Endless Spiritual Power erupted from within him, swiftly forming an energy barrier that shielded him within it.
And the next moment.
Boom!
The deafening sound echoed atop the Seventy-Second Small Peak.
Nalan Linyun’s sword struck the barrier, his body shook, yet the heavy sword in his hand seemed to strike a wall of copper and iron, unable to move even slightly. The boundless force ravaged in all directions but could not shake the small barrier.
"What?"
Clatter clatter!
The instant Ye Xiaofan manifested his endless Spiritual Power.
At that moment.
Countless disciples in Divine Sword Sect jumped up, staring dumbly at the scene, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"Profound Sea Eighth Layer?!"
"What did you say? Profound... Profound Sea Eighth Layer?"
An older disciple from Divine Sword Sect, filled with horror, stared blankly at the scene atop the Seventy-Second Small Peak as if seeing a ghost, his eyes flashing with endless astonishment.
