Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny IBWASFM Chapter 2398 - 2399: Red Lotus Unleashed

When the Red Lotus appears, all swords bow.

Even Shen Gaoge’s sword was no exception.

The mont his Rainkill Sword pierced the Red Lotus, the lotus trembled slightly, and then all the petals withered and scattered in an instant.

But in the next mont, these lotus petals quickly swelled, growing back into Red Lotuses.

Not only that, but these Red Lotuses also divided into two, then four, proliferating madly.

In the blink of an eye, these Red Lotuses occupied more than half of the sky, forming a dense wall of flowers.

Under such a barrier, Shen Gaoge’s previously unstoppable sword montum had to slow down.

As the sword’s force waned, the previously accumulated majestic sword power vanished into thin air.

Seeing this, Shen Gaoge let out a muffled groan and then retreated a hundred feet back. Once he steadied himself, he looked at Xue An, who was surrounded by countless Red Lotuses, with an ashen face.

"What kind of Sword Intent is this?"

Xue An smiled faintly, "Red Lotus!"

With those words, countless Red Lotuses surged and began to revolve around Xue An like a turbulent tide.

Seeing this, the entire audience stirred with a slight commotion.

Those who had thought Xue An was surely dood all widened their eyes, looking incredulous at the sight.

Su Feijing’s face was so dark it seed like water could drip from it.

He had almost started celebrating victory, only to be faced with such a dramatic reversal the very next mont.

This guy, why is he so troubleso? Even the expert from the Shen Family couldn’t kill him. It’s infuriating!

These thoughts churned in Su Feijing’s mind, his eyes fixed on Xue An in the distant sky, wishing desperately for his imdiate demise.

Unlike Su Feijing’s burning rage, a veiled woman who had arrived in the nick of ti from the far end of the street breathed a slight sigh of relief. Her eyes then curiously scrutinized Xue An and the Red Lotuses around him.

Honestly, she hadn’t expected Xue An to survive that last sword strike.

But when she considered where Xue An ca from, she felt a bit relieved.

"Is this the power of the Hua Clan? Can just the Body of the Immortal Sovereign withstand a sword expert at least at the Quasi-Saint level?" the woman murmured softly.

At this mont, a figure appeared not far behind her, bowing respectfully.

"This humble one greets the Empress!"

The woman didn’t turn around, only said indifferently, "Rise!"

"Yes!"

The newcor lifted her head; it was Mo Changhong, the Shopkeeper of the dicinal Workshop.

Though she appeared calm on the surface, her heart was deeply shaken.

She had arrived late, but she had witnessed the battle just now.

Xue An’s display of power was far beyond her expectations.

Yet what shocked her most was the Empress’s attitude.

Since going into seclusion, the Empress seldom showed herself.

This ti, she traveled billions of miles in person, and judging by her deanor and expression, she appeared quite interested in Xue An.

Who exactly is this boy? What kind of background allows him to draw the Empress here personally and make her so excited?

These thoughts surged through Mo Changhong’s mind.

anwhile, the mysterious Empress gradually cald down.

To be honest, if Xue An had really perished before her eyes, she would have made Shen Gaoge and even the Shen Family pay a severe price.

Now, seeing Xue An unhard, her heart gradually cald, and she chose to conceal her presence and aura.

She didn’t want to reveal herself just yet; she wanted to see how far this young man in white could reach.

anwhile, in the sky, Shen Gaoge’s eyes flickered with an ethereal light.

The failure of the last sword strike indeed shook his sword heart.

After all, he had gathered countless sword montum, seizing every advantage of ti and terrain, to unleash the strongest sword.

Yet it ended without a trace, not even touching Xue An’s hem.

For a Sword Cultivator, this was a devastating blow.

In fact, if it were any other Sword Cultivator, they might have already conceded and retreated.

But Shen Gaoge was different.

He could not lose, nor could he leave.

Because he was a Sword Cultivator of the Shen Family.

The people of the Shen Family, do not lose.

So he took a deep breath, and as he exhaled slowly, the shadow looming over his sword heart cleared instantly.

Then he slowly raised his hand, the Rainkill Sword pointing straight at Xue An in the distance.

"I admit you are indeed strong, unexpectedly strong, but today, one of us must fall, and that person... can only be you!"

In truth, as he spoke the words "that person," Shen Gaoge had already vanished from sight.

As the words "can only be you" scattered into the air, Shen Gaoge had already charged into the Red Lotus maelstrom.

That’s right!

It was a maelstrom.

A towering maelstrom ford by countless Red Lotuses.

Each one is actually condensed with pure Sword Intent, containing supre might and killing intent.

Yet in Shen Gaoge’s eyes, it was as if they didn’t exist, his Sword Intent aid directly at the center of the maelstrom where Xue An stood.

The Sword Intent surged, shattering and vanishing any Sword Intent blocking its path.

In an instant, a long pathway appeared amidst the Red Lotus maelstrom.

And Xue An stood within the maelstrom, appearing oblivious but smiling.

Unknowingly, many on the ground were holding their breath.

They knew that soon would be another world-shaking battle.

The Empress’s eyes grew even brighter.

She was eager to see how Xue An would face Shen Gaoge’s renewed assault.

anwhile, Shen Gaoge traversed layer upon layer of barriers, arriving near Xue An, and then raised his hand for a sword strike.

This strike bore no embellishnts, yet its montum was like a heavenly river cascading down, crushing everything in its path, charging straight at Xue An.

It was a straightforward contest of pure Sword Intent.

In such a duel, the strong lives, the weak dies!

It’s all just that simple!

Su Feijing’s mouth curled up once more.

No tricks to play now!

Accept your death!

Yet, unexpectedly, at this mont, Xue An reached out and gently caressed the lotus flower before him.

The gesture was suprely gentle, yet it caused countless Red Lotuses around to shatter instantly, turning to dust.

In the next second, the swirling red dust converged wildly into Xue An’s hand, perfectly fusing with the Crimson Little Sword he already held.

In the blink of an eye, the Crimson Little Sword emitted dazzling brilliance, and the force was so overwhelming that cracks appeared in the space around its blade.