Immortal Soaring Blade Book 2, Chapter 232 – Seals

Zhou Hongyong's expression immediately changed, and he thought Zhao Jiuge was a madman. He thought Zhao Jiuge was mad enough to take the attacks from the other four in order to take himself out first. 

At this moment, Zhou Hongyong understood why Zhao Jiuge didn't react when he cursed him again and again. Zhao Jiuge had already decided to make a killing move against him.

Thinking about this, Zhou Hongyong could not bother delaying the spirit formation and injected all his spirit force into the Eternal Bell for protection.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jiuge arrived before him, and they were less than ⅓ of a meter apart. Zhou Hongyong could see the sneer on Zhao Jiuge's face.

Zhao Jiuge thrusted the Cold Underworld Sword forward toward Zhou Hongyong's body.

Sword energy could not injure Zhou Hongyong, but this was within Zhao Jiuge's expectations. He wanted to personally attack Zhou Hongyong with his life flying sword. This was a good chance to test out the might of the flying sword.

Even with the two layers of protection from the Eternal Bell, Zhou Hongyong felt a stabbing pain on his skin. Even now, he didn't give up on trying to complete the spirit formation. He gritted his teeth and hoped that the Eternal Bell could resist long enough for the others to arrive. This was the fatal mistake he made. He didn't give up on completing the spirit formation and focused completely on defense, which resulted in his tragic defeat.

Crack!

When the Cold Underworld Sword pierced the yellow light, the sharpness of the sword directly shattered the outer layer of yellow light.

After a short moment, it pierced into the second layer. The slightly lighter yellow light didn't last for more than a breath of time before shattering.

Zhou Hongyong's pupils shrank, and he felt like needles were pricking his body. The sword energy was getting closer and closer. This time, Zhao Jiuge had used his Cold Underworld Sword to directly piece the dense shields of the Eternal Bell. If the Cold Underworld Sword was not a top-quality spirit treasure, this would've been impossible.

Zhou Hongyong felt his scalp go numb and felt pain in his whole body. Only now did Zhou Hongyong realize that Zhao Jiuge, who he once looked down upon, had changed drastically in the last few months. From now on, he could only look up to Zhao Jiuge.

The next moment, the Cold Underworld directly pierced through Zhou Hongyong's chest, and blood dyed his shirt. It was like a freshly painted rose—very beautiful.

Zhao Jiuge moved his head forward a bit and coldly said, “Didn't you ask what I could do to you if you're unconvinced? Now you know.”

His cold, emotionless eyes pierced through Zhou Hongyong, whose face was distorted from the pain.

Zhou Hongyong's eyes widened and his mouth moved slightly, but he didn't manage to say a word. And this was also when he lost consciousness.

After Zhao Jiuge finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the Cold Underworld Sword and kicked Zhou Hongyong into the air. Zhou Hongyong fell like a blade of dead grass and his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving. His aura almost disappeared. Although he wasn't dead, his current state wasn't much better than death.

Fortunately, the angry Zhao Jiuge wasn't heartless and didn't pierced through his chest. If he had stabbed through Zhou Hongyong's dantian and damaged his spirit core, if Zhou Hongyong didn't die, he would have become useless.

The disciples watching all looked at each other. They didn't expect Zhou Hongyong to end up like this right away. None of them dared to mock Zhao Jiuge anymore, because he had proven his strength. He had defeatly Zhou Hongyong so easily, it was clear his strength had taken a leap forward.

Du Jun's expression was so gloomy, it looked like water was going to drop, but he didn't make a sound.

Someone naturally had taken Zhou Hongyong off the platform to be treated. Although the wound would heal, the mental scar created by this would not disappear so soon.

Elder Long Wind frowned and unhappily said, “This Zhao Jiuge is simply too vicious. No killing moves should be made in battles between disciples. Even if Zhou Hongyong recovers, his cultivation will be delayed for half a year.” He didn't like Zhao Jiuge and wouldn't let this opportunity go.

The people beside him all had different expressions. Aside from Zhang Xu, who had a smile on his face, everyone else was more focused on the situation below.

“But he didn't make a killing move. Rest assured—with all of us here, if we let anyone die, then we have lived all these years in vain. Let them continue, don't disturb them,” Elder Dawn Wind said in a light tone. Although his tone was light, the pressure he gave off was not.

Elder Long Wind immediately closed his mouth and decided not to speak anymore. It looked like Elder Dawn Wind was protecting Zhao Jiuge. He decided to focus his attention on his disciple Wang Yong.

“What are you laughing for!? This battle has just begun. Don't forget that my Mysterious Strange Peak still has Fang Qiwen. You better look after your two disciples.”

Perhaps because Zhang Xu's smile hadn't diminished, Du Jun couldn't endure it and lashed out. The thought of his only disciple in the ranking being defeated like this made him even more unhappy.

Zhang Xu still had a smile on his face because his mood was good and he was too lazy to bother with Du Jun. Both Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong were his disciples, so he could not be unhappy. He was hoping his two disciples would earn him some fame.

At this moment, the situation on the stage changed once more. Everyone felt their blood boil from watching. After Zhao Jiuge seriously injured Zhou Hongyong, the combined sword energy from the four behind him arrived.

Facing these rays of sword energy filled with killing intent, Zhao Jiuge naturally sensed them and knew he couldn't dodge in time. When he stabbed through Zhou Hongyong, he had already weighed all his options.

The grade-8 spirit core was quietly floating above Zhao Jiuge's head. No matter how he moved, it floated with him.

Fang Qiwen's rays of sword energy closed in and was about to tear Zhao Jiuge apart. At this moment, purple and blue light surged out along with a mix of thunderous rumbles.

Although Zhao Jiuge had give up the thought of defending, he wasn't stupid enough to let them attack him at will. The Purple Ji Chaotic Thunder Armor he was wearing displayed its power.

The rays of sword energy were submerged by the thunder from his armor. Taking advantage of this moment, Zhao Jiuge turned around, and his Cold Underworld Sword shined brightly.

Facing the combined attacks of everyone, even Zhao Jiuge knew he didn't have a high chance of winning. The longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. He had to seize the small window for victory and take out as many people as quickly as possible. Otherwise, even with his grade-8 spirit core, he wouldn't be able to win against five Spirit Core Realm disciples with several spirit treasures each.

It seemed like everything was still within Zhao Jiuge's control, and he made full use of the characteristics of his spirit treasure. The only regret he had was that he could only display the full might of his spirit treasures once he reached the Nascent Soul Realm.

He continued to wave the Cold Underworld Sword, and rays of silver sword energy continued to appear. His understanding of the sword art had increased greatly, so he was no weaker than the four of them. Coupled with the innate power of his Cold Underworld Sword, Zhao jiuge could still hold them off, but only temporarily.

After dealing with the rays of sword energy coming at him, he surged his spirit force and began summoning the golden dragons. Zhao Jiuge didn't notice that the ordinary-looking Pi Xiu Jade Token had shined for a moment.

This time, it was much more obvious than before, but it was hidden by all the other bright lights during the battle. When the Pi Xue Jade Token lit up, it revealed the aura of a treasure!

However, as the dragon roars echoed, the light from the jade suddenly withdrew and the aura it gave off dissipated. It immediately returned to its ordinary-looking appearance.

Dragon roars echoed and golden lights flashed.

This was Zhao Jiuge's famous spell, the golden dragons! When he entered the sect, he only had two, but now he had four. During each fight, the number of golden dragons increased.

When the four golden dragons proudly hovered in the air, their roars weaved together into one deafening roar. This roar completely shocked some of the disciples.

Time was key. Oftentimes, victory or defeat was decided in an instant. Zhao Jiuge would naturally not make this kind of mistake, and the moment the four golden dragons appeared, he commanded them to attack.

Seeing the four golden dragons that suddenly had appeared, Fang Qiwen, who had seen the golden dragons before, immediately protected himself.

The moment Wang Yong saw the golden dragons, he gave up on attacking and decisively chose to defend.

Only Guo Liangling and Chen Hailong stared at this scene in shock. Just this short moment made them miss out on the chance to prepare.

The four dragons flew toward the four of them. When Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong reacted, it was too late to take any action.

In the distance, Fu Hongling subconsciously smiled. When she saw that the situation was within Zhao Jiuge's control, she knew that unless there was an accident, her little junior brother was going to win.

She looked at Zhao Jiuge and couldn't help but think about when she first met him in the town of Qing Rong. She couldn't help but sigh. Her little junior brother was progressing rapidly, while she was already old.

Fu Hongling kept playing with a finger-sized transparent sword in her hand. This was a lot like the sword energy imprint that Elder Waning Moon had given Zhao Jiuge. However, this transparent sword had no offensive property and was purely a symbolic item.

This was a symbol that only the Chief Head Disciple of the sect could wear, and it changed hands every 200 years. It had been through a lot of hands, and soon, this symbol that had been with her for 200 years would be handed over to her little junior brother.

For some reason, Fu Hongling felt a wave of confusion when she looked at the heroic figure on the stage.

“I was born, but you weren't born.”

“When you were born, I was already old.

“I hate that we weren't born at the same time.

“Spending every day with you was good.”

Feeling lost, Fu Hongling muttered these words. Wu Tianshan's expression changed and his eyes were filled with horror. A terrifying guess appeared in his heart!

Even Fu Hongling didn't know why she suddenly had this kind of thought. Perhaps it was because she had been cultivating alone for too long. Perhaps it was Zhao Jiuge's youthful smile when they first met.

After spending so many days with Zhao Jiuge on Lotus Peak, when he placed the purple hairpin in her hair, a figure had appeared in her heart. She didn't know what his feeling was, and due to her identity, she didn't bother thinking about it.

As long as she could occasionally see that figure, it was enough. Perhaps she just wanted to be able to depend on something!

The shocking situation on the stage didn't stop due to this matter.

A few muffled sounds came from the stage.

Chapter end