545: Chapter 91: I Have a Sword Called “Destruction 545: Chapter 91: I Have a Sword Called “Destruction The void shattered, a small hill, together with a dense forest within dozens of yards in radius, were all flattened.
The sky cleared of dust.
Where the Sword Aura and the Que Wu Blade had just clashed, only a vast crater remained, the edges of which emitted a faint bloody aura, while fragments of a black robe were lifted by the wind, igniting and turning to ash midair.
Meng Kejian, holding the “Que Wu Blade,” remained in his battle stance.
The massive Dharma of a snake-man hung in midair, its chilling presence enveloping the area without any sign of dissipating…
His Divine Sea was also burning.
The exertion of the Dharma Manifestation Divine Power was quite draining on his Primordial Energy.
“Come out.”
Meng Kejian’s face was expressionless as he stared at the vast crater engulfed in dust and smoke.
He knew.
Xie Zhen was not so easily killed.
This was the strongest disciple of the younger generation from the Da Sui Sword Palace, even if he had used Zhao Chunyang’s “Life-saving Lotus,” there must be other means he could resort to, and at the very least, the Principle of Life to sustain him.
Within the crater.
There was no response at all.
“…”
Xie Xuanyi lay within the crater, his clothes torn, still clutching the Spring Breeze Grass in his hand, yet completely without any strength left to activate it.
He took a deep breath, desperately trying to stabilize his breath.
This was the most severe injury he had suffered since his second life of cultivation began.
Meng Kejian was indeed worthy of being Chen Chong’s “right-hand man,” with a cultivation realm so firmly established in the Yin God Middle Realm, he was no longer an opponent Cave Heaven Cultivators could “battle” against.
The dharma-empowered slash was capable of crushing those at the Yin God Early Stage.
That Xie Xuanyi was still “alive” was nothing short of a miracle.
He closed his eyes, silently assessing the condition of his battered body.
That slash had eroded organs such as his liver and lungs to varying extents…
With the Que Wu Blade complemented by the dharma within his body, wreaking havoc throughout, Meng Kejian’s Great Dao Intent must have been imbued with a layer of “Bone-Eroding Poison.”
Fortunately.
Xie Xuanyi still had the Undying Spring.
In a way, this was the first time the Undying Spring was being squeezed to such an extent.
Deep within Xie Xuanyi’s Dantian.
A stream of milky-white energy flowed from the Undying Spring Eye, passing through the fractured meridians, the desiccated blood, rolling around the network of acupoints and meridians, trembling with a faint thunderous hum, ensuring the extinguished Primordial Fire was not completely snuffed out with the reinforcement from the Undying Spring.
Xie Xuanyi gripped his umbrella sword and struggled to prop himself up.
He raised his head.
From the depths of the crater, a slit of daylight was reflected.
The dust was blown away by the strong winds.
Meng Kejian stood at the edge of the crater, his snake-man Dharma enveloping it, looking down from high above at Xie Zhen.
Xie Xuanyi, meanwhile, looked up calmly at this leader of the Yuzi Camp.
There were no more cries of battle in the woods.
The remnants of the Yuzi Camp, with their shattered armor, had all perished under that very swing of the blade…
Ironic, isn’t it?
These men, in fact, died by the hand of Meng Kejian.
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In this world, there is no such thing as a perfect Dao.
To gain something, one must first give something up.
Body Refiners need to be tempered a thousand times to have an Unbreakable Golden Body, and to nurture a Divine Embryo one must endure eighty-one hardships.
Cave Heaven Cultivators, too, will not endure any less suffering.
“Dharma” Divine Powers evolve phantasms that vary from person to person.
Jiang Qihu’s Dharma is a fierce tiger, due to the Jiang Family’s bloodline and because his cultivated Observation Skill and blade techniques are all related to the “Tiger Form,” resulting in the manifestation of this kind of Dharma.
With this “Dharma” empowered, his blade techniques are wide-reaching, advancing without retreat, fitting the concept of the “Tiger Form.” The adage that the appearance is born of the heart is true in this sense.
Meng Kejian’s Dharma, on the other hand, is a “Snake-man.”
Sinister, bloodthirsty, cold.
Within the domain of this Dharma, anyone who steps in will feel a bone-chilling cold—
Because the Observation Skill he practices is called “Blood Cold Skill,” which allows a Cultivator to stabilize the Heart Lake, and before reaching the Yin God Realm, almost no Heart Demons appear, nor is there any turmoil in the Divine Sea.
But the price is “cold-bloodedness.”
If you were to cut Meng Kejian’s wrist and let his blood spill out.
That blood would freeze into ice upon touching the ground.
“Blood Cold Skill” made Meng Kejian’s cultivation progress at an unbelievably fast speed, but it also caused him much suffering in the Yin God Realm.
When he was about to consolidate his Dharma, negative effects of the “Blood Cold Skill” began to show, due to a lack of direct confrontations with Heart Demons in the Cave Heaven Realm, he failed more than once.
Latterly, consolidating the Dharma became his Heart Demon.
Later, after Meng Kejian joined Chen Chong’s ranks, with Chen Chong’s guidance, he finally overcame the most challenging part of cultivating the Dharma…
He consolidated a “Dharma” that was his own, but there was still a risk of losing control when fighting with all his might.
The “Snake-man” is bloodthirsty.
Once it smells blood, it might fall into madness.
If a Martial Artist at this stage is to subdue the Heart Monkey and stabilize the Divine Embryo,
What Meng Kejian must do is to suppress the “Snake-man” and maintain composure.
Clearly.
He failed.
The trusted aides of the Yuzi Camp perished under the Sword Aura of the Snake-man Dharma.
Meng Kejian’s face showed no pain, only coldness, as he stood at the edge of the crater, inhaling lightly.
The air was filled with an unprecedented fragrance, the revered Dharma slowly coiling its long body, changing its posture, lying on the ground, sticking out its tongue, and lapping up a drop of golden blood spilled on the ground.
The blood of Xie Zhen was more delicious than any other he had smelt.
This blood was like a precious fruit, exuding boundless vitality, which irresistibly tempted one to devour it completely.
Meng Kejian took a deep breath, took out the Iron Order, and transmitted his Divine Thought to the Iron Cavalry soon to arrive for support not far away.
[“Everyone, without my order, do not enter this domain!”]