My Top-Tier Tycoon Wife Chapter 962 959: Divine Sword Intent

Luo Xiu knelt weakly on the ground, powerless. Under the grinding crush of that golden "卍" radiance of Buddha's Light, the flesh and blood of his whole body began to split open, his bones breaking in turn!

Yet he seed to feel not the slightest pain, only lowered his head in silence, his gaze vacant, his heart steeped in compassion and sorrow.

He recalled all that he had experienced along his path to this point, as if he had fallen into a quagmire of mory, sinking ever deeper.

At this mont, he had completely lost his will to fight!

The Buddha Killer stood in the high sky, overlooking Luo Xiu. Watching that "卍" character slowly press down, he hooked up a strange smile at the corner of his mouth and muttered, "Back then, this was exactly the move your father lost to."

"To be suppressed and slain by this move can be counted your honor."

"..."

At this mont.

Those watching from afar—Luo Qingxian and the others—were all filled with anxious urgency.

"Grandma, can you use Construct Wood Power to transfer Your Majesty away?"

Holy Grandmother gently shook her head, gazing into the distance, and said, "I cannot… Under that '卍' character, none of my thods can be used."

Li Qiansun frowned and said, "Why doesn't Your Majesty resist? If he used Demon Heaven's Lift, it might not be impossible to hold up that palm."

Holy Grandmother said, "He's been struck by the Buddha Killer's 'Hear My Words', his mind already lost, his battle will completely gone."

Luo Qingyu suddenly thought of Jian Jiu Yang and asked, "Just like that Highland Sword God before?"

Holy Grandmother gently nodded, lifted her eyes to the distant sky, locked her Divine Sense onto the Green Sparrow who was also watching the battle, her expression faintly pensive.

At this mont she could do nothing; all she could do was gamble on whether Luo Hao would make a move.

As ti passed.

Seeing that "卍" character pressing lower and lower, Luo Xiu's body on the verge of shattering, all those watching were burning with anxiety.

Luo Qingxian suddenly raised her sword and flew out, saying, "Grandma, do not stop . Even if I die in battle, I will be with him!"

But in the next instant, she suddenly froze, halting in midair.

She discovered that beneath that "卍" character, she knew not when, an additional old, withered, and emaciated figure had appeared.

It was precisely Jian Jiu Yang!

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Luo Xiu's mind was in chaos, sunk deep in the mire of mory, powerless and in despair.

All of a sudden, a clear, crisp sword tone rang out in his mind, like a breeze blowing away the fog, instantly restoring his clarity.

His dead, godless eyes gradually ca back to life. He lifted his gaze to that aged back standing in front of him, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"Sword Senior?"

Jian Jiu Yang turned back to glance at Luo Xiu and asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten your sword?"

Just one sentence left Luo Xiu stunned, as if thunder had exploded in his ears.

At this mont Jian Jiu Yang was clearly exhausted and frail, his body withered and thin, yet he appeared high-spirited and vigorous, like a sharp blade that would never bend or break.

eting his gaze, Luo Xiu seed infected as well, battle will gradually igniting in his eyes.

Jian Jiu Yang said, "Just now you were struck by one of his Divine Skills and Dao Techniques, just like this old man before—losing your sword heart in that illusory realm, unable to find your true self, losing the will to dare draw your sword."

Luo Xiu said, "But you ca out on your own."

Jian Jiu Yang said, "Because this old man rembered what my teacher asked when, at seven years old, I first possessed a wooden sword of my own."

Luo Xiu asked, "What did he ask?"

Jian Jiu Yang said, "Why do you hold a sword? Why do you draw a sword? And why do you sheathe a sword?"

Hearing this, Luo Xiu fell silent, beginning to ponder these three questions of the Highland Sword God.

Jian Jiu Yang suddenly laughed loudly. With one sword finger pointing out, he caused that pressing "卍" character to halt in The Void.

"Your Majesty, watch closely. This is a sword that cos from a god!"

Scorching Sword Light tore through the void, utterly soundless.

The "卍" character shattered in an instant, unable to obstruct the Sword Light in the least.

High in the sky.

The Buddha Killer's body suddenly shuddered. He lowered his head and looked at the sword wound on his chest, his eyes involuntarily widening.

He could not believe that a sword of a White Emperor could actually wound a Heavenly Emperor possessing "Vajra Indestructibility"!

Luo Xiu stared at that streak of Sword Light vanishing beyond the heavens, his gaze trembling, shaken beyond asure.

Yet what shocked him was not that Jian Jiu Yang's sword had wounded the Buddha Killer.

It was that Jian Jiu Yang's sword already bore the aura of a "god"!

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Amid the vast ruins of earth, with dust drifting everywhere.

Jian Jiu Yang had unleashed the final sword of his life; like a candle burned to its end, it would inevitably go out.

Luo Xiu looked at Jian Jiu Yang, who had fallen to the ground, his gaze quivering slightly.

"Sword Senior…"

Jian Jiu Yang opened his eyes, slowly raised his right hand, brought his index and middle fingers together, and lightly pointed toward Luo Xiu.

"Hehe… Tian'er, no matter what, this old man… once served as you three's sword arts teacher."

"In this life, this old man has no sha, no regret, no remorse."

His slowly outstretched hand seed to traverse an incomparably long distance before finally touching Luo Xiu's brow.

"This is Nine Yang Sword Intent, the condensation of this old man's life's blood and heart. I now pass it to you, hoping… that you may carefully comprehend it, and one day prove the Dao and beco an emperor, guarding all beings of the Heavenly Plains on this old man's behalf."

Luo Xiu slowly closed his eyes, calming his mind to receive his Sword Intent.

That pure Sword Intent drawn into his Spiritual Ocean was just like the four clusters of white light that the Ancient God had left him back then.

In this instant he was completely certain—this was the Sword Intent of a god.

The Sword Intent from the Highland Sword God!

"Teacher, may your journey be peaceful."

Luo Xiu slowly opened his eyes, grasped Jian Jiu Yang's hand, and said solemnly, "I will drain his blood and use it as wine, to offer in sacrifice to your spirit in heaven."

Jian Jiu Yang said no more. A smile appeared on his face as he slowly closed his eyes.

Sword fla burned his body into ashes, scattering with the wind.

Luo Xiu quietly watched the drifting ashes. There was no grief in his eyes, nor was there anger.

There was only respect.

At this mont.

Far away, a smile also appeared on Holy Grandmother's face as she murmured, "Jiu Yang, may your journey be peaceful."

Li Qiansun's expression was desolate as he said, "That old big brother is worthy of the title Sword God."

Holy Grandmother said, "Jiu Yang's Cultivation Realm had always been trapped in the White Emperor Realm. He knew that even when his Lifespan ran dry, he had no hope of advancing any further, so he could only seek another path—tempering his sword heart, refining his Sword Intent with the fire of his heart."

"It is truly hard to imagine that years of such persistence have already sublimated his Sword Intent into the divine."

"Perhaps he was rely a White Emperor, but he could rely on himself to step into the Heavenly Emperor's Domain, and a strand of Divine Sword Intent could still wound a Heavenly Emperor. Thus… he may be called invincible in this world."

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At this mont.

Ten thousand li above in the sky.

The Buddha Killer looked at the sword wound on his chest, his eyes filled with astonishnt.

Even now he found it hard to believe that a re White Emperor could break free of his Void Illusion Realm in such a short ti, and even wound him!

"That sword was truly terrifying."

"Hehehe… but so what?"

"Your Sword Intent may indeed reach Divine Communication, but in the end you have still turned into a withered bone in a grave."

Muttering to himself, the Buddha Killer suddenly raised his right arm.

In an instant, the Sky Do changed color!

A terrifying Power instantly filled the world, as if countless demons were whispering and wailing in grief.

"Brat, I'll use this punch to send you to et that old man!"

"Night Demon Descending the World, All Beings Weep Blood!"

"..."