Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 867 - 445: Blood Flame Tyrant Blade (Part 2)
Chen Xuantian’s display of red clouds filled the sky, and the Divinity Transformation from the south naturally knew that the other side was a master of the Divine Sect and had already prepared in advance.
From afar, a multicolored Qingyun rose slowly, as if the gates of heaven had suddenly opened, with countless rays of rosy light and propitious mist in layers. Above that Qingyun, an Immortal Palace on a Flying Island sat majestically, spanning several miles, surrounded by jade towers and halls with glazed tile roofs, resplendent in gold and jade. The main hall within the palace was a Golden Palace, reaching into the clouds, with dragons and phoenixes carved on the ridges, eaves soaring sharply, tier upon tier, piercing straight into the heavens. On the hall, auspicious vapors coiled like dragons and snakes, never dissipating, as golden flowers bloomed like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, falling in profusion, making the blood clouds pale in comparison.
Around the Flying Island Immortal Palace, immortal cranes soared and spiritual birds gathered, jade flowers and precious grasses exhaled fragrance. Waterfalls fell from the island’s edge, turning into a silver cascade, pearls splashing with jade, converging into a Spiritual Pond where golden carp leapt, scales shimmering. Also present were the Yaochi Fairy, holding a feather fan, gently shaking to create wind carrying exotic fragrance that was refreshing. From afar, one could also see in front of the Immortal Palace, twelve deities with golden bodies stood as protectors, immovable and imposing. The Six Ding were Heavenly Ding Warriors, wearing golden helmets, draped in Xuan Armor, wielding golden whips, silver spears, treasure swords, and jade axes, each displaying divine skills. The Six Jia were Earth Armor Divine Generals, with faces like red dates, beards like halberds, wielding fire wheels, thunder hammers, wind bags, and cloud banners, exuding magnificent presence.
The twelve deities each held weapons and treasures, shouting in unison, chanting, treading on auspicious clouds, surrounding the Immortal Palace in a circle. In an instant, multicolored auspicious light bloomed, interweaving and illuminating the universe. The radiance shot in all directions, like thousands of golden arrows launching at once, piercing the blood clouds, shooting straight to Jiuxiao. Within the magnificent light, seven-colored illusions appeared, layer upon layer, flowing incessantly, like the glazed world of a Buddha’s realm, universally illuminating with treasure light. It caused the surrounding red clouds and blood clouds to dissipate and retreat, not daring to come near.
Chen Xuantian calculated with his fingers and understood in his heart that the opponent’s method appeared formidable, as if it were some incredible divine skill, but in reality, it was the typical Immortal Palace style of combat. They relied on their wealth to project a multitude of magic treasures with the Primordial Spirit, using the many to overwhelm the few, while their own Dao Body hid within the treasures, preventing the Blood God’s Son from capturing it, only using these Tai Sui gods to resist the Evil Soul invasion of the Blood God’s Son, planning to withstand the Blood God’s son’s great method with a mass of magical weapons, trapping him in the array, waiting for others to join in the siege.
Without another word, Chen Xuantian revealed his Dharma Manifestation, transforming into a dharma body clad in a blood robe, standing on the cloud, drawing a bow like a full moon, and releasing an arrow like a meteor, pinning a red arrow onto the Immortal Palace’s gate.
The six Ding and six Jia protectors immediately shot divine light, clashing with swords, spears, axes, and swords, attempting to forcibly suppress and shatter the red arrow.
Surprisingly, the red arrow was easily broken, directly shattered by the treasure light, falling on the Immortal Palace’s gate and leaving a large area of Blood Extermination Order Seal, leaving the protector deities looking at each other, unsure what strange move this was from the Blood Talisman Scripture.
Indeed, the Blood Talisman Scripture does contain divine communication technique, with endless wondrous uses, but Chen Xuantian only ever practiced this one move. There was no need for flashy techniques when his Primordial Spirit was this strong. Just apply a buff and unleash it!
"Blood Flame Tyrant Blade! Soul Splitting Beheading!!!"
"Swish——!"
Suddenly, a crimson light flashed in the heavens and earth, and the red clouds, once shading the sky, all transformed into a blood-red crescent blade, slashing toward the Immortal Palace Flying Island!
Break break break!
Slash slash slash!
Auspicious dragons and cranes! Slash!
Yaochi Fairy! Slash!
Jade towers and halls! Slash!
No matter what Tai Sui Golden Body! What Ding Jia God Generals! What Flying Island Immortal Palace!
Cut it all down with one slash! Destroy them all!
"Slash——!"
"Boom!!"
"Hiss... Blood Flame Tyrant Blade, so terrifyingly powerful!"
From a distance, one saw the southern palace city being cut down in one go! The immortal birds and spiritual beasts, mere illusions, were all shattered like smoke, split in two, and the bisected Golden Armored Divine Generals fell from the sky like meteors!
Not only did the other three Divinity Transformation masters pause in fear, but even Ji Chongguang, who was supporting several and healing his Junior Sister and Junior Brother beside the Chaos Tripod, was shocked!
"Senior Brother! This demon head actually slashed the Divinity Transformation with one strike! Such amazing power, surely he is one of the few true inheritors of the Duan Family! We should retreat!"
Cang Ming fell silent, although his eyes were injured, he was the least harmed, his divine sense alert, and he too witnessed that earth-shattering slash. Though unwilling, he had to admit,
"The Blood Flame Tyrant Blade truly lives up to its name, its power astounding. Moreover, I did not sense a hint of Sword Intent; is it my lack of comprehension, or is his power far beyond my imagination, reaching the legendary ’no-sword’ realm..."
Cang Ming silently gazed at the massive tripod, reaching out to touch its cicada pattern, even as his palm was burned by intense heat without reaction,
"Junior Sister Chongguang, I have a Cloud Seal here, left to me by Senior Brother. You take it and lead them away first."
"How can that be! We leave together!"
Cang Ming shook his head and said,
"I’m tasked with guarding the Chaos Tripod; losing it would be an unspeakable failure to Senior Brother. Moreover, if we can hold on for just a little longer, this Elixir will complete, and perhaps all beings under the sky will have hope for survival.
But regardless, someone must stay here to protect, maintain the Yin Yang Array; there’s no need for you all to sacrifice unnecessarily..."
"Then I’ll stay with you till the end! Senior Brother Cang Ming, actually I..."
But before she could finish her words, Cang Ming had already placed the Cloud Seal into Cang Yun’s hand.
The yellow-faced youth opened his eyes, nodded.
"Senior Brother, take care."
In the next moment, a strong wind blew, and the Cloud Seal turned into a whirlwind, enveloping Cang Yun, Chongguang, and You Ying, ascending like a white dragon, breaching the array and disappearing in an instant.
"Take care..."
Cang Ming nodded towards the sky, then slowly turned his head, looking at the cocoon by his feet with eyes blinded by acid. Suddenly he spoke,
"What you said, is it true."
The cocoon remained motionless, as if the person inside had suffocated to death.
Cang Ming was silent for a moment, then said,
"Fine, I’ll trust you this once, for I have no other path."
Then he reached out, unraveling the silk, drawing out a sword from within.
"Swish" - a red flash, and Chen Xuantian descended to the ground, tossing a severed head aside.
"What a bunch of loafers; their display bigger than anyone, escaping faster than anyone, as unreliable as ever.
Hey, Emei, you guys still know how to show up, wanna have some fun!"
Answering his call, Cang Ming lifted his sword, stood up, and walked out of the Yin Yang Array.
Chen Xuantian’s smile disappeared,
"Your face."
No scars, no knife marks, no features.
Cang Ming’s face was like a smooth egg, flat, white like a bun.
Still wearing an Emei sect Daoist robe, and in his hand, he held a sword.
The sword was four feet two inches long, forged with clear Zhang, honed with stone Zhu, adorned with jade patterns, set with thorough rhinoceros horn, its edge like bright frost. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
The sword inscription read Xuanying.
