Remould the Glory of Sword Art-Chapter 1218 - 137: Father and Son
"Rebellious..."
"Rebellious..."
The Shadow’s throat moved, voice hoarse, speaking continuously.
The Crown Prince, under the banner of Destroying Buddha, repressed and purged Fan Yin Temple, with the Ninth Prince... receiving overwhelming support from the court, and the Southern Four States responding unanimously; among them, One Strike Sect exerting the greatest effort.
Who could have imagined.
The Young Master of One Strike Sect is actually standing on the side of Fan Yin Temple?
Abandoning a flourishing ancestral legacy.
All for... rebellion?
"Fool..."
Luo Hai’s gaze was icy cold, unabashedly retorting, "Your Crown Prince has yet to ascend the throne but already misuses the powers of regency, seeking to destroy a country’s religion, plunging Da Li into chaos. If you ask me, the true rebel... is him!"
"!!!"
Upon hearing these words, a trace of anger immediately appeared in the Shadow’s eyes, and he drew his blade instantly.
The long and short blades swept past like flowing water.
The Sword Intent he cultivated was very similar to Luo Hai’s, both having the essence of water amidst surging waves.
But...
Ultimately, he was just a puppet under the manipulation of Xuanwei Technique, and in terms of Dao Intent comprehension level, how could he compare to those Yang God cultivators who truly grasped the Great Dao?
"Splash!"
Luo Hai faced the Shadow’s assault without fear, calmly drawing his blade.
Two waves of Sword Intent poured out like ink being splattered.
The already dilapidated Inner Court was once again blasted by the Taoist Realm—
Countless dust clouds surged and shattered.
This strike merely forced Luo Hai to take a step back.
While the Shadow was heavily jolted backward, repeatedly tramping on the shattered ground, finally reversing his blade to stab into the ground, stopping his retreat.
The Shadow lowered his head with an ugly expression.
Perhaps it was because the Iron Curtain Great Domain was gradually dissipating...
With the continued exchanges of attack, the damage-for-damage consumption steadily dissipating, the soul lines sustaining his constant resurgence were now few in number.
This time, the hard clash with the Sword Aura caused his wrists to feel numb, nearly losing grip on his weapon.
"Master Luo."
The Shadow could only grit his teeth, turning his neck to face Luo Lie: "The National Master will return soon, you should know what to do..."
Though the Iron Curtain is about to disperse.
But this night has finally reached its end.
Awaiting the National Master’s return to the Crown Prince Mansion, all chaotic affairs will ultimately be resolved.
"..."
Luo Lie only remained silent.
After a moment, he ignored the Shadow, looking at Luo Hai, with a hint of gratification and praise: "That last blade... was commendable."
Though the Dao Intent differs from my own.
Yet in resilience... it surpasses my own.
His Path of Destruction emphasizes domination, ferocity, unafraid of direct clashes. All things in the world can be subdued under the "Great Annihilation," with nothing unable to be destroyed in one strike. A cultivator must have the heroism to sacrifice for righteousness, to unleash the full power.
Luo Lie spent many years trying to nurture a disciple capable of inheriting the "Great Annihilation."
Regretfully.
The One Strike Sect indeed has many geniuses.
But all those geniuses failed.
"Thanks to you."
Luo Hai lowered his gaze, softly saying: "I have spent eighteen years cultivating in Chao Yin Pavilion, only then comprehending a strand of Dao Intent."
Aiming to become the one and only existence in this world. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
One must walk a unique and unparalleled path of their own.
Luo Hai, from the beginning, wasn’t a genius recognized by the common world... he had aptitude, talent, but none too exceptional.
Why he could condense Dao.
Perhaps it was due to Heaven granting him ample Creation.
But the decisive factor was his sufficiently strong mindset.
"All these years, I owe you." Luo Lie fell silent again.
He sighed, saying: "If only I had spent more time, or... visit Chao Yin Pavilion to see you more, would things have turned out differently?"
The clues on Luo Hai weren’t difficult to find.
All these years he was posted elsewhere by the One Strike Sect, stationed at Chao Yin Pavilion. With his own strength, Luo Hai climbed to the top step by step; during the cultivation process, he brought Chao Yin Pavilion into his pocket... in a certain sense, Luo Hai has become the true owner behind the scenes of Chao Yin Pavilion. While Chao Yin Pavilion is located in the Southern Four States, it’s also situated in a remote corner, adjacent to the East Sea, considered a barren land. Over the years, the grand and vigorous Destroying Buddha initiative encountered considerable obstruction and resistance secretly; Luo Lie’s One Strike Sect took over two cases, subtly discovering ties to "Chao Yin Pavilion." Upon learning this, Luo Lie took control personally, sending two trusted confidants to investigate and unsurprisingly discovering that Chao Yin Pavilion’s upper echelon had been in secret contact with the Ninth Prince on multiple occasions.
Thus.
The ultimate lead of this series of events becomes apparent.
All was revealed.
Yet Luo Lie didn’t choose to report, instead concealing this information completely, sealing cases involving "Chao Yin Pavilion," destroying related evidence.
At that time.
He made a decision.
He must not let this matter catch Nalan Xuance’s eye... with Nalan Xuance’s style, even the slightest hint would prompt the most severe and brutal measures.
For Chao Yin Pavilion to vanish, Luo Lie does not care.
But... he cares about his son.
"Perhaps." Luo Hai chuckled, saying: "But... if you were willing to spend more time, would I still be me? Or would you still be you?"
Without the pressure from One Strike Sect, the worldly slander.
Luo Hai might not have succeeded in condensing Dao.
With more warmth, more concern.
Luo Lie might not have cultivated such a fierce and dominant Path of Destruction.
After father and son meet.
Much of the Killing Intent in the Inner Court dissipated.
Seeing the two were still exchanging pleasantries, the Shadow couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Master Luo!"
He forcibly interrupted the conversation, lowered his voice, almost roaring in haste: "What are you waiting for? If not for yourself, you should consider for One Strike Sect..."
The words were abruptly stopped.
A loud boom.
Luo Lie didn’t even turn his neck to look at the Shadow.
When the latter spoke halfway, he unemotionally raised his sleeve with a wave.
This strike didn’t utilize the Great Annihilation but nonetheless a multitude of Sword Aura burst forth from the big sleeve, surging out with the intent of destruction.
Having reached this realm, one need not unsheathe a blade, yet can still mobilize Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, transforming it into Sword Qi.
"!!!"
Half of the Inner Court, under what seemed a casual wave of the sleeve, was instantly pulverized.
Numerous dust churned.
The Shadow’s entire head was directly erased cleanly by the Path of Destruction Sword Aura.
Luo Lie completely stripped away his "speaking" ability.
As a puppet, the Shadow wouldn’t die from this.
But...
All soul lines entwining his body under the Iron Curtain were severed, shattered by this blade.
"..."
His head was ground to dust, vanished into thin air.
Yet this Martial Arts Sacred Body still maintained a stance of holding the blade, the remnants of flesh at the neck area squirming slowly to turn, "gazing" at Luo Lie.
The Shadow slowly fell.
If he still had a head, still had eyes.
Then surely his face would be filled with disbelief.
He couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t believe...
Why at this most crucial moment, Luo Lie would make such a choice.
