Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 1012 - 1010: Wasteland Sword Image Skill

Five young n from the Divine Clan left the city with great confidence, intending to annihilate the three hundred mbers of the Wuji Sect and then massacre their way through the Nine Heavens, bathing the mortal realm in blood.

On the high wall, an elderly Golden Soldier could not help but say, "Sire, you are the commander!"

Qian Lin remained silent.

He surely knew he was the commander, but the Divine Clan was too arrogant, thinking too highly of themselves and looking down on the Human Clan, even those from their alliance.

Moreover, in this matter, Qian Lin had a small selfish desire; he wanted to know if he was truly wrong?

Was the Human Clan really that pitiful?

His faith in the alliance’s claim that only the Divine Clan could save the mortal realm, awaken the Human Clan, and bestow them with supre power was gradually wavering.

At this mont, he seed to rember sothing.

Years ago, he too was fervent with righteous indignation, determined to fight for the Human Clan’s justice, to quell all turmoil for them, and even to storm the Divine Clan, overthrowing the Heavens.

Yes!

He rembered.

Qian Lin, from the Wasteland, Human Emperor.

In his vague mories, there were still fragnted scenes, before he set off, those people’s eyes were filled with sadness as they waved goodbye.

Because they knew very well that any Human Emperor in history who embarked on a campaign never returned safely.

Yet he was still alive.

High in the sky, the five young n of the Divine Clan radiated Divine Brilliance, like the morning sun, illuminating the heavens.

Each stood separated, enveloping the three hundred humans below, the golden man sneered repeatedly, shouting, "Human Clan, co out and die."

The man was tall, his golden radiance dazzling, his expression cold. Although he had yet to make a move, the power of his bloodline had already spread.

It was quite overwhelming.

He was more like a god pressing down here, his expression indifferent, full of provocation.

"They actually ca out," soone whispered.

Protected by the array in the post station, they were difficult to shake, but now, these young people from the Divine Clan had left the city.

Many Human Clan cultivators were eager to move, but sensing the man’s aura fluctuations, they fell silent.

Emperor Realm!

Naturally, the Emperor Realm of the Divine Clan was completely different from that of the Human Clan.

For the forr, it’s a state; for the latter, it’s a threshold. Once crossed, combat power qualitatively improves.

But a state is just a state, a small tier is a difference, a major realm even more so.

For those who have yet to verify the Tao, trying to defeat him was extrely difficult, almost impossible.

The old man said gravely, "Everyone, do not act rashly." He felt uneasy, believing this to be a plot by the post station.

"Steward, please allow to fight," a man in a green robe spoke.

As soon as he spoke, a hand reached over from behind, pressing on his shoulder, followed by a voice, "I’ll do it!"

Hmm?

The man in green turned to see that silent man, recalling the slaughter over this ti, always rushing forward against strong enemies.

There was no shouting, no roaring, only silent killing.

It seed that only by slaying powerful foes could he ease so emotions in his heart.

Who exactly was he?

Was he a disciple of the Wuji Sect?

No one had seen him before...

The man in green did not respond, instead silently watching him.

But the young man did not speak either; his earlier inquiry seed like a notification. Letting go of his hand, he turned to face the direction of the city, as if sensing sothing.

Beneath his placid expression, finally, ripples appeared, a hint of somber color flashed.

The young man walked out step by step, not tall, about 1.7 ters, his appearance ordinary, as was his deanor.

Such a person was so commonplace that even walking on the street, no one might notice him.

On his back was a large Sword Box, about 1.3 to 1.4 ters long, dark red, with so patterns and characters, looking very ancient.

Not the language of this era.

At this mont, an old man suddenly spoke, "Sowhat familiar."

"What is it? Do you know him?" soone asked.

"No, the words on that Sword Box, they seem from a certain era..." He was trying hard to recall the characters.

"Where are you from, senior?" soone asked.

"Wasteland."

"So, he’s from the Wasteland?"

"Not necessarily, I grew up in the Wasteland in my youth, later ca to the Nine Heavens, and have been to many places," the old man shook his head.

"No..." a third person suddenly said, "those are indeed the Wasteland’s characters." He was moved, waves surged inside.

A young man from the Wasteland, carrying an ancient Sword Box.

The three hundred people had various expressions, quietly watching him walk out.

The young man finally stopped, maintaining a distance of several hundred ters from the golden-haired man, very close, yet peaceful and calm, suppressing all earlier disturbances.

But at this mont, standing atop the city wall, Qian Lin’s pupils suddenly contracted, relentlessly staring at that young man of the Human Clan.

"Attack together!" The golden-haired man was extrely arrogant, his expression haughty, his words full of disdain.

He rely glanced at that young man of the Human Clan, not paying much attention.

Yet the three hundred did not speak, and the young man had no intention of retreating. Raising his eyebrows, he sneered, "Since you wish to die early, I’ll grant you that."

As his words ended, accompanied by the overwhelming Divine Might of the Emperor Realm, a heavy, heart-pressing force descended.

But the young man’s expression remained unchanged, peaceful, calm, with no emotional fluctuations on his face, directly ignoring the Divine Might of his Emperor Realm.

Then he slowly took the Sword Box from his back.

Of course, he did not draw the sword, grasping the Sword Box and suddenly charging out.

As soon as it started, the sword beams slashed out, covering the sky.

Too powerful.

Each one was incredibly profound, seemingly piercing through heaven and earth.

The sword beams shattered the Divine Might of the Emperor Realm, bursting forth with astonishing killing intention, instantly piercing the front.

Screech!

At this mont, a pattern on the Sword Box suddenly revived, it was a huge Demon Bird, dark red all over, spreading its wings, enwrapped in killing intention, pouncing towards the golden-haired man.

"Sword Image Skill!" the old man who spoke earlier exclaid.

A powerful Sword Dao, not belonging to the three thousand paths.

It was created by a Human Emperor, once blossod gloriously in that era, leading the Human Clan.

Later that Great Emperor left, never to return.

The Sword Image Skill also gradually disappeared, at least fifty million years ago.

Even in the Wasteland, traces of this swordsmanship no longer existed; the only reason he knew about it was because he had once entered a Secret Realm, found an ancient relic, and saw plans regarding this kind, as well as so glyphs of the Sword Image Skill there.

The Demon Bird pounced on the golden-haired man, its Power Path spread out all at once, pressing down on the battlefield.

Though astounding,

it failed to breach the golden-haired man’s defense.

"Is there any special significance?" soone asked.

"Rumor has it, this Sword Dao compares to the legendary Opening Heaven Swordsmanship," the old man said gravely.

Of course, it’s only a rumor.

After all, that era is too distant from now, and the inheritance of the Sword Image Skill has long been severed, not passed down.

Otherwise, after fifty million years of sedintation, the Sword Image Skill might have beco a mighty Sword Dao inheritance, right?

"Was that Great Emperor strong back then?" the person asked again.

This ti, the old man didn’t answer, staring intently at the Sword Box in the young man’s hand.

On top of the city wall, Qian Lin, like him, had his pupils contracted, his hands clenched very tight, and he was intently staring at that young man of the Human Clan.

Even his breathing beca rapid, and his consciousness grew heavier.