Chapter 1699: Chapter 1696: No Match at All

Master Wudao was both shocked and furious, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air, like a wounded beast trapped in a corner yet still fiercely resisting.

At this moment, he was already acutely aware, realizing that close-quarters combat was definitely not his forte against Xu Wendong.

After all, the physical strength that Xu Wendong displayed was astonishingly extraordinary. Even though he himself had reached the lofty realm of the Nascent Soul Stage, if he continued to engage in close-quarter tussles, he might very well perish at the hands of Xu Wendong and meet a miserable end where both body and spirit disappear.

With this thought, he had no hesitation, decisively changing his strategy immediately.

He suddenly stomped his foot, resembling an ancient behemoth setting foot on the earth, causing the ground to shake with a thunderous rumble. Cracks appeared like sinister scars, quickly spreading around.

At the same time, he was chanting, his incantation sounding like a mysterious Sanskrit chant from the Nine Netherworld, difficult to understand yet brimming with a terrifying power.

His hands were swiftly forming hand seals, his finger technique transforming like a dancing Spirit Snake, so quick that it was dizzying.

In an instant.

A dazzling light erupted behind him, like the first ray of dawn piercing through the clouds.

A completely crystalline flying sword, seemingly forged with great care from Sky Meteor Iron, emerged with a buzzing tremor.

As soon as this sword appeared, like a tiger entering the forest, the surrounding air seemed to be sliced by an unparalleled blade, producing a buzzing sound sharp enough to pierce the eardrums.

On the sword’s body, runes shimmered and danced joyously like brilliant stars in the night sky, exuding a chillingly sharp aura as if announcing its formidable reputation to the world.

This was the mystical treasure Master Wudao had kept hidden, rarely seen out in the open, a significant weapon in his triumphs across the cultivation world.

"I never imagined this guy could force Master to use the Star-breaking Sword!"

"To push Master to this point, Xu Wendong is honorable even in defeat!"

"This guy is simply a freak; his strength is terrifying. Without using the Star-breaking Sword, Master might struggle to defeat him!"

Master Wudao’s disciples couldn’t help but discuss among themselves upon seeing this.

Their gazes towards Xu Wendong were filled with gravity, as if looking at a Primordial Behemoth that could wreak havoc at any moment.

Zhang Nian stood aside, her face ashen, like autumn chrysanthemums struck by frost, devoid of color.

Her eyes revealed an unconcealable concern, like a frightened doe, full of restless trepidation.

She could clearly sense the terrifying aura emanating from the Star-breaking Sword, a chilling sensation from the Abyss that made her spine tingle.

Without exaggeration, facing this sword, she couldn’t even conjure a thought of resistance, like an ant facing the vast sky, filled only with a sense of helplessness.

"Go!"

Master Wudao’s eyes widened in anger, like an enraged King Kong, his angry shouts echoing like a thunderclap.

The Star-breaking Sword seemingly understood its master’s command, instantly transforming into a streak of light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, surging towards Xu Wendong with the momentum of splitting heaven and earth.

The path of the flying sword seemed to tear through the space like fragile paper, revealing pitch-black void fissures, like the gaping maw of a demon, threatening to devour everything, utterly devastating and terrifying!

Upon seeing this, Xu Wendong’s expression turned solemn, like a lone wolf in a cold night locking onto its prey, yet not showing even a hint of fear.

He took a deep breath, his True Qi within him ignited like a beacon fire, rushing forth with force, like a torrential river breaking its banks.

Immediately, his hands moved rapidly in front of his chest, forming one complex mysterious hand seal after another.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of golden protective True Qi swiftly condensed around him, almost like a solid entity.

This True Qi was dazzling, like a golden sun in the sky, so bright it was hard for anyone to keep their eyes open, with faint dragon patterns emerging on its surface, exuding an indomitable force, as if capable of deflecting all attacks in the world.

The next moment, the Star-breaking Sword came whistling through the air, like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, under the tense gazes of everyone like tightly drawn bowstrings, crashing heavily onto Xu Wendong’s Protective True Qi.

His Protective True Qi seemed to come alive, spinning rapidly to form a golden vortex. Inside the vortex, the airflow howled, as if capable of grinding away any incoming enemy, resembling the eye of the fiercest storm in the universe.

The Star-breaking Sword plunged into the golden vortex, feeling like it was trapped in sticky swamp, its speed sharply reduced, the blade trembling incessantly, emitting wails of lament like a wounded beast in pain.

Despite the Star-breaking Sword’s full exertion, struggling to break free in the vortex like a beast fighting to its last, the runes on it grew increasingly dim, as if swallowed by endless darkness, like brilliant stars obscured by ominous clouds.

Seeing this, Master Wudao’s expression changed drastically.

Never did he imagine that Xu Wendong’s Protective True Qi would also be so terrifying, not only easily deflecting his full-force, wrath-filled strike, but also binding his Star-breaking Sword like shackles.

Without further thought, his hands danced like illusions, like phantoms in the night, while his chanting accelerated, as if he was pouring his lifetime of cultivation into it, like burning his soul to gain power.

Under his strenuous control, the flying sword erupted in a blaze of light, like a final flare-up before its demise.

Amidst the light, the runes shone once more, struggling to advance slightly, like its last struggle before death.

Nevertheless, this little maneuver appeared as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Xu Wendong, utterly unable to affect him.

Xu Wendong’s gaze was sharp like a deity perceiving all, detecting the flying sword’s movement without hesitation. The True Qi within him, like a giant beast awakened from slumber, surged continuously into his Protective True Qi.

The golden vortex seemed to gain endless nourishment, its rotation speed instantly accelerating, like a rapidly spinning golden grindstone, gripping the flying sword tightly like a python entangling its prey, rendering it immobile.

"Crack!" A crisp breaking sound rang like a thunderclap in everyone’s ears, as if shaking their hearing to the core.

Visible was the flying sword being ground and crushed under the golden vortex, eventually crumbling under its weight, the blade breaking apart, scattering into countless fragments, like broken stars, dispersing like fireworks blooming and quickly wilting.

"What the hell did I just see?"

"The Star-breaking Sword was actually destroyed?"

"Oh my god, how is this possible? That’s a low-grade Spiritual Artifact!"

Master Wudao’s disciples were all dumbfounded, each one’s pupils trembling intensely, their scalps tingling, feeling a chill down their spines, as if plunged into an icy abyss.

In their view, the moment Master summoned the Star-breaking Sword, Xu Wendong was already a dead man, as if sentenced to death.

Yet none could have imagined.

Xu Wendong not only didn’t die, but he even obliterated Master’s Star-breaking Sword with overwhelming force.