Sole Sword Supremacy-Chapter 517 - 521: What Fear Has the Dying?

"Kill!"

Just as Monk Benyin transformed into the body of a Buddha, the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable and the Night Spirit Demon Venerable struck simultaneously, attacking Monk Benyin head-on.

Every Saint Realm Powerhouse is exceedingly decisive; once they’ve made up their minds, they never hesitate.

In an instant, a tinge of green light surged from the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable’s body, a sword light slicing through the Buddha Light, directly targeting the golden Buddha. On the other side, the Night Spirit Demon Venerable transformed into a shroud of darkness, devouring the Buddha Light.

From afar, it presented a unique and peculiar scene.

Half green light, half darkness, both eroding the Buddha Light, advancing to kill the Buddha.

The three individuals, three different Path Domains, simultaneously erupted, intertwining and eroding each other. A great battle like this had not been seen in ages.

Ordinarily, a Saint Realm Powerhouse facing the combined attack of these two Demon Venerables would have already collapsed.

Yet, at this moment, Monk Benyin showed incredible resilience; even though he was one versus two, he steadfastly resisted the erosion of the two domains, and that golden Buddha remained unshakable!

"Benyin, are you seeking death?"

With a glint of hostility in his eyes, the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable coldly shouted, "No matter how powerful the Unmoving Bright King Body is, by stubbornly resisting our attacks, you will incur irreparable damage. Will you ruin your Dharma Aspect for Qu Lishang?"

Although Monk Benyin appeared immensely powerful, the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable could see that Benyin was merely holding on.

For the moment, they couldn’t break the Unmoving Bright King Body, but such means consumed the Great Path’s origin, and if he couldn’t sustain it, once the Unmoving Bright King Body was shattered, Monk Benyin would never be able to use such a Dharma Aspect again, and it would damage the Great Path, undoubtedly causing irreparable damage.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

With hands clasped and golden light radiating from his body, Benyin chanted in Sanskrit, showing no intention of backing down, calmly responding, "This monk said half an hour, and that’s precisely half an hour! If you two break the Unmoving Bright King Body within half an hour, what harm is there in me sacrificing this cultivation?"

In this moment, Monk Benyin seemed extremely confident.

The Unmoving Bright King Body, best known for its defense, couldn’t break through the opponents’ defenses, yet in this short time span, no matter how powerful the two were, they couldn’t break the Unmoving Bright King Body either.

If not for this confidence, he would never have dared to venture into the Nether Sea so lightly.

However, half an hour was also the limit he could maintain.

Once past this time, he wouldn’t be able to withstand the attacks, risking damage to the Great Path, but what he was fighting for was this half-hour span.

Of course, all of this presumed the Night Spirit Demon Venerable and the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable wouldn’t go all out, or he, too, would struggle to endure.

However, he was sure neither of them would willingly abandon their own interests.

This was inherently a game of chance!

And it was also where his strength in calculating karma lay.

...

"Pfft!"

As the poison continued to consume his body, Wang Junze spat out another mouthful of poisonous blood, appearing exceedingly weak.

In fact, this wasn’t the first time Wang Junze had coughed up blood; during this period, almost every half hour, Wang Junze would vomit blood once.

And each time blood was spat out, it signified another depletion of Wang Junze’s life force.

Stimulating his potential with poison was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst; it would never improve his injuries, only worsen them.

What’s more frightening was that by now, Huang Siyu didn’t even dare attempt to detoxify him.

Once the stimulus of the poison was lost, it was highly possible Wang Junze would die instantly, without the chance of salvation.

Everybody present saw this clearly, not just Huang Siyu.

Peng Ru had wiped her tears secretly countless times.

It seemed like Wang Junze was betting on Qu Lishang’s recovery to find a way to save his life. Yet everyone knew that with such grave injuries, even a Saint Realm couldn’t easily concoct a saving Holy Medicine; a Saint Realm couldn’t just conjure life-saving medicine out of thin air.

And the only Holy Medicine that could potentially save Wang Junze was the Creation Golden Lotus, which he had already personally given to Qu Lishang.

Any way one looked at it, this seemed like an inescapable dead end.

Now, Wang Junze was merely using his last breath, desperately holding on until Qu Lishang woke up, to fulfill this last wish, and to use the final opportunity to talk to Qu Lishang to save the lives of these people.

"How long has it been?"

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Wang Junze asked softly.

He was so heavily wounded that most of the time his consciousness was blurred, unable to accurately track the passage of time.

"Young Master, there’s less than half an hour until a full hour has passed."

Peng Ru answered softly, biting her lip tightly.

Concerning Wang Junze’s life and death, Peng Ru was more mindful of the time slipping away than anyone.

"Don’t cry, I’m not that easy to kill."

With a smile, Wang Junze reached out to wipe Peng Ru’s tears, saying softly, "Once Master Qu wakes up, let him take us back to the sect together..."

Bang!

Just as Wang Junze spoke, the void trembled slightly, and in the next moment, an incredibly terrifying aura suddenly swept in.

Faintly, there was a green figure forcibly entering the Secret Realm.

In an instant, everyone’s expressions changed dramatically.

The Maiden of the Sea and Yang Hong immediately bowed down, "Greetings to the Demon Venerable!"

Cyan Robe Demon Venerable!

Monk Benyin managed to hold them off for half an hour, yet he still failed to stall until Qu Lishang awakened, allowing the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable to break through.

And now, there was less than half an hour left until the appointed time between Wang Junze and Qu Lishang.

Raising his head, Wang Junze grasped his sword single-handedly, struggling to rise again to confront the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable.

This was Wang Junze’s first time witnessing the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable. The opponent wore a cyan robe, appearing to be only a young man in his late twenties or thirties, not handsome, yet exuding an immensely arrogant demeanor, as if just by standing there, he was the center of the world.

The Cyan Robe Demon Venerable didn’t even spare Wang Junze a glance, his gaze landing directly on the moon-white Sword Cocoon.

Taking a step, the surrounding void shattered abruptly, even causing the Creation Golden Lotus in the Secret Realm to crack.

"Pfft!"

Wang Junze merely attempted to step forward to block the aura from the opponent’s body, but was struck by the terrifying pressure, spitting another mouthful of blood, barely able to stand.

"A man on the brink of death dare obstruct me?"

With a slight glance, the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable remarked coldly toward Wang Junze.

"A man on the verge of death, what is there to fear?"

With a brilliant smile on his face, Wang Junze responded softly.

He knew full well that he couldn’t stop the Cyan Robe Demon Venerable, or even delay him slightly, but Wang Junze still stood his ground.

Life and death, he had long ceased to care, much less the identity of a Demon Venerable.