Capítulo 1271: Chapter 639: Seven Swords Execute the True Monarch! (Part 2)
“Truly no room for maneuver?”
Zhao Yuantong took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the anger in his heart.
“Annoying!”
Jiang He said no more, with a thought, the tens of thousands of swords gathered in the void instantly erupted, falling like a torrential downpour.
“Fine, then I shall test your skills to see if they are truly as powerful as rumored!” Zhao Yuantong shouted in a low voice, his entire aura erupting.
Since there is no way out, there’s nothing more to say, only battle remains.
A hidden Divine Sword in the void suddenly condensed into existence, along with boundless Sword Qi; the two waves of sword rain collided instantly, exploding into terrifying roaring sounds!
Seeing the unfavorable situation, the Daoist of Evil Spirits, Yang Huatian, quickly retreated.
After all, this was a True Monarch battle. If Zhao Yuantong targeted him, he really wouldn’t be able to resist. Currently, his role was to clean up the minor figures of the Three Extres Sect below!
The surging two waves of Sword Qi collided, creating a stalemate.
“If you retreat now, I, Zhao, can still apologize and turn hostility into friendship!” Zhao Yuantong said in a deep and solemn voice. It was a stalemate now; even if he could win, it wouldn’t change the fact that the Three Extres Sect was at a disadvantage.
Once that Qilin Demon True Monarch arrives, he would definitely not have the power to resist, especially if the top ten suprely powerful True Monarch Asura Demon Lord arrives.
He would have no hope of escape, so his deanor wasn’t high.
But Jiang He ignored him, and the Exterminating Immortal Sword materialized in the void. Jiang He slowly uttered two words:
“First Sword, Netherworld!”
The sword pointed at Changkong, and in an instant, the Sword Qi within the sword array furiously gathered above Jiang He’s head, like a massive tornado, exuding a terrifying aura.
The area within tens of thousands of ters trembled because of it.
Then, the Exterminating Immortal Sword in the void moved. With a wave, the tornado-like Sword Qi instantly transford into a long river of Sword Qi.
Between heaven and earth, it seed that he alone stood on that Netherworld Sword River, truly resembling the Yellow Springs of the underworld, rushing fiercely towards Zhao Yuantong.
Seeing Heavenly Sword True Monarch in front of him showing no sign of retreat, Zhao Yuantong was utterly enraged, fully unleashing his Sword Intent, pointing his sword at Changkong:
“Void Sword!”
Endless Sword Qi erged from the void, also transforming into countless Sword Qi converging into one, clashing head-on.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!!!”
In the world, there was only endless rumbling, thunderous sounds bursting across the human realm.
The clash between the two had entered a white-hot stage.
“Second Sword, Qing Ming!”
Above the Nine Heavens, a Void Divine Sword gathered by Sword Intent condensed all the previously scattered Sword Qi, instantly forming nearly three hundred zhang in size.
This was the sword technique Jiang He had used in Qingzhou to fight one against three to rescue Chen Yuan, but this ti it was countless tis stronger than before.
The Void Divine Sword’s Qi chanism locked onto Zhao Yuantong, causing his heart to montarily halt and tremble, subconsciously panicking, imdiately mobilizing his own power to resist.
…
“Sixth Sword… Divine Fall!”
Then, a never-before-seen overpowering Sword Intent erupted from Jiang He, shooting straight to the clouds; a circumference of tens of miles trembled, terrifying beyond asure!
From the First Sword to the Sixth Sword, Jiang He advanced rapidly, showing no panic, as if he was rely casually executing a True Monarch. However, this was rely an appearance.
In reality, Jiang He was close to his limits at this mont.
As for Zhao Yuantong, he was rather miserable at this ti. He managed to block the first three swords, Netherworld, Qing Ming, and Bilu, but the Fourth Sword, Wangchuan, and the Fifth Sword, Bian, seriously injured him.
His silver hair hung down, a trace of crimson oozed from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were torn, showing patches of red on his body. His aura weakened rapidly, realizing he might not be an opponent.
He was simultaneously shocked, despite being ranked beyond thirty, the gap shouldn’t be this vast. Heavenly Sword True Monarch was not just slightly stronger than him.
The Taoist Divine Palace was terrifying.
Below, the scene was even more tragic. Zhao Yuantong, the only Yang God True Monarch, was restrained by Jiang He and couldn’t move. Sect Leader Dong Lifang had gone to Shuzhou City, and there was not a single Yang Transformation expert inside the entire mountain gate.
Several Dan Realm Masters activated the Mountain Protection Array for resistance, but it was broken after rely a quarter of an hour, followed by the miserable cries of nurous Three Extres Sect disciples.
The Myriad Ghost Banner overwheld the area!
Wherever the Myriad Ghost Banner reached, it was unstoppable, everyone’s Divine Souls were drawn out, and they completely perished.
“Stop!!!”
Zhao Yuantong roared angrily.
But no one paid him any attention; before he could act, an aura that filled his heart with endless dread appeared. Looking up,
he saw the void’s color changed, eerie black clouds gathered, and Heavenly Sword True Monarch ascended, dressed in white, holding the Exterminating Immortal Sword in the center, pointing at him, eyes bursting with extre battle intent.
“Absolute Sword!”
Zhao Yuantong frenziedly burned his Qi and blood, charging towards Jiang He with madness in his eyes, but nothing changed; the Second Tribulation Divine Weapon in his hand shattered violently, while he plunged down like a kite with a broken string.
“Boom!!!”
Crashing heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Defeat, Zhao Yuantong was defeated!
He was the hope for the disciples of the Three Extres Sect; once he was defeated, the people below lost the will to fight, filled with fear, they scattered to flee for their lives.
Yet, the more they did so, the faster they died.
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