Capítulo 1259: Chapter 547: Just One More Glance in the Crowd
The pitch-black night sky was shattered by the nine-colored sword light, causing the clouds to scatter.
The Black Fla Phoenix’s vision darkened, the pain was unbearable. At first, he saw blood splattering before his eyes, and then his view fragnted, and his Protective Divine Fire, Immortal Runes, and such lost effectiveness.
He realized he was likely struck down by one sword.
Instinctively, he tried to transform an arm, but he couldn’t make sense of anything.
In the high skies, drenched feathers fluttered like dead leaves, and the massive, headless body of the Black Fla Phoenix blazed as it fell.
Though his consciousness was pierced by sword light, it hadn’t extinguished. The Pure Yang Will was hard to destroy, emitting a mournful screech filled with pain, fear, and a plea for help.
He had his body sliced by a single sword; all his defenses were futile, and his fighting spirit was depleted by seventy percent. How could he continue to resist?
In the Night Fog Sea, Qin Ming rode on fierce gusts of wind, suspended high up, shining in his golden armor, and once again slashed out a nine-colored sword light that tore through the sky.
The Black Fla Phoenix screeched, his consciousness wrapped in Divine Fire boiled as he fought back desperately. The re-erging dark clouds were burned red, creating a poignant sight.
He scread miserably: “Ah…”
His Spiritual Field was pierced through, dimming noticeably. Even if the Grandmaster’s Will is hard to destroy, it depends on the opponent.
Now, Qin Ming went all out as if this was a battle of life and death, striving to end the opponent quickly. That majestic Sword Intent was destroying dead wood, piercing through its Soul Light.
The word “undying” may be in the Black Fla Phoenix’s na, but who can truly not die? He felt imnsely weak all of a sudden.
His Grandmaster’s Will dimd further, although it was resilient and reassembling, there was no chance for a coback.
When Qin Ming’s third sword fell, the magnificent sword light divided into countless threads, dazzlingly radiant, causing the Pure Yang consciousness of Black Fla Phoenix to freeze.
Strands of sword light, like colorful silk strips and crystal webs, filled the Night Fog Sea, causing the entire Void to twist, collapse, trapping all things.
The Soul Light of the Black Fla Phoenix was confined, struggling to move, and with a flash, Qin Ming silently collected it into a large parasol.
“Praise the Sword Immortal, thank you for the nourishnt.” The golden silk parasol floated with immortal energy, and a charming silhouette appeared on the parasol’s surface, bowing gracefully, her words much sweeter than before.
It had returned to the Fifth Realm, now capable of assisting Qin Ming.
Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief, secretly assessing that in a normal confrontation, it would likely take dozens of moves to slay this Black Fla Phoenix.
Though sowhat tired, the clean and neat execution made it all worthwhile, preventing other Grandmasters from interfering or rescuing.
“Do not underestimate the Supre Camp’s Grandmasters.” Qin Ming reminded himself, if faced with a Great Grandmaster, he must retreat instantly, not get involved.
Almost all the Grandmasters he encountered were in the Early Stage; higher-level beings were inactive. Ordinarily, during tis of intense Tao Rhythm, the Great Grandmasters’ physical conditions were severe, and they dared not easily engage.
The massive headless corpse of the Black Fla Phoenix fell into the night sky, below lay a dense prival forest with black pine trees and Silver Maple Trees towering over a hundred ters tall.
Many towering trees had their branches broken, leaves scattered, and the ground was cracked, revealing underground Fire Springs, emanating a shimring red light.
Qin Ming descended, imdiately retrieving the Super Strange Blood of this Grandmaster-level Exotic Bird, which served as Combat rits and nourishnt for breaking through.
In the distance, the elite of the Yujing Camp were sowhat dazed. Was this the fabled One Sword from the top of the list? Three swords dispatched a Grandmaster as if walking leisurely.
The composure, the confident deanor seed to radiate dazzling Chongxiao brilliance, making one inherently feel assured, believing that with him present, all opponents could be handled.
Qin Ming found a Storage Pendant on the Black Fla Phoenix, discovering a Void Instant Teleportation Talisman inside—fortunately, he used his killer move imdiately to explode the opponent’s head, preventing them from using this item.
“Everyone has worked hard, let this be supper.” Qin Ming left the Black Fla Phoenix to the experts guarding the boundary area.
He suddenly turned around, looking toward the Blood Forest.
Naturally, the Black Fla Phoenix’s cry had alerted the opposing Grandmaster.
The monster covered in silver scales was already sprinting, but when he saw the massive avian corpse fall, he abruptly stopped.
And further away, the silver-haired Female Grandmaster also appeared; witnessing the terrifying scene in the night sky, she fled without the slightest hesitation.
“Was it them causing trouble?” Qin Ming asked.
“Yes!” The experts on the boundary line confird, recalling the opponent’s previous sneaky mockery, feeling resentnt.
Qin Ming directly crossed the boundary, rushing toward the other side. He had long known that the Phoenix, silver-scaled monster, and silver-haired Female Grandmaster were the real instigators, even the Diniu was manipulated by them.
The monster from Abyss Civilization looked back, realizing the silver-haired Female Grandmaster had fled and was about to vanish, he said nothing and stepped on runes to escape, as if in an instant.
On the ground, clusters of silver flas appeared, evidently, this Grandmaster from the Abyss was extraordinary, exceptionally powerful, but facing a “Nine Perfection” Sword Cultivator, he lacked any fighting spirit—this was knowledge accumulated by sages over the ages, necessitating retreat.
Those were the reputations fought for by Sword Immortals and Outer Domain Gods throughout history.
“Eight colors unparalleled, nine colors supre, how could it be who encountered it?” The silver-scaled monster regretted being born with fewer legs.
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