Chapter 1428: Chapter 1428: Can Do Without Opportunities, But Not Without Life!
The white-haired elder’s mouth oozed with traces of blood.
Watching the Light Sword charging towards him, his eyes were filled with terror.
Just a shapeless Light Sword flitting about wildly, and his magical treasure couldn’t trap it?
With his mind connected, the golden fishing net was sliced apart, and the white-haired elder’s spirit was equally traumatized.
Could he block this Flying Sword?
Suddenly, a young man’s words from earlier flashed through his mind—casual, even teasing.
“If you can’t catch it, you might die.”
The white-haired elder flew backwards, but escape was futile.
The speed of the Light Sword was incomparably fast; it was upon him in an instant, piercing towards him with unmatched sharpness of Sword Qi.
Helplessly, the elder summoned his own Flying Sword to charge towards the Light Sword, hoping to neutralize its thrust.
“Ding!”
A subtle collision sound, and the white-haired elder’s Flying Sword shattered instantly.
The white-haired elder was shocked, but he had no ti to react.
The Light Sword was too fast!
The Light Sword flew past, piercing straight through his brow with explosive Sword Intent raging in instantly.
The white-haired elder’s head exploded with a bang.
There was no splattering of blood or brain matter, because under such overwhelming Sword Intent, everything was crushed into dust, disappearing into the air with the explosion.
His Primordial Spirit had no chance to escape, obliterated on the spot.
All spectating eyes widened in terror.
A True Immortal, gone just like that?
Everyone instinctively looked again at the young man sitting atop the White Jade Statue, still smiling with a carefree and unrestrained smile, but now it seed devilish.
Everyone felt chills down their spines—was this opportunity or a slaughterhouse?
Carson Flores’s expression was solemn; the might of the Light Sword was overwhelming.
If a True Immortal couldn’t handle it, he certainly couldn’t either!
This chance was truly life-threatening!
He pulled Spencer Steele back, trying his best to increase the distance from the Light Sword.
Opportunities might be forsaken, but life must be cherished!
Carson’s gaze stayed fixed on the Light Sword, its fierce Sword Intent appeared a bit weaker?
Upon further thought, it made sense.
The Light Sword was an entity of energy—since it is energy, there had to be a total amount. Whether flying or fighting, a portion of energy would be consud.
The Light Sword had slain a True Immortal, first breaking the True Immortal’s magical treasure, then forcibly shattering the counterpart’s Flying Sword, and finally slaying the adversary—such energy expenditure surely wasn’t minor, after all, it was a True Immortal.
A strike from a True Immortal was no trivial matter.
If the Light Sword’s energy was sufficiently depleted, then, in the end, soone must be able to withstand that Light Sword, and if the young man wasn’t lying, to block the Light Sword was to gain a great opportunity.
But who would drain the Light Sword’s energy?
It was like a person with a six-bullet handgun surrounded by a large crowd. Everyone knew that after six shots, they could easily take down the gunman, but who would take those six shots?
Whoever intercepts it, dies!
After striking down the white-haired elder with one slice, the Light Sword began to wildly fly around again, like a mischievous child.
All were heart-pounding with dread, unable to predict whom it would charge at next.
The Light Sword suddenly accelerated, streaking through the air like a white flash, directly charging toward the crowd.
The crowd exploded, scattering in all directions, with the Light Sword in pursuit.
The scene beca incredibly eerie, as these powerful Immortals, with faces showing panic and unease, scattered in a ss, while a re Light Sword charged around uncontested, like a little tyrant.
The Light Sword moved like lightning, unpredictable and indefensible.
A middle-aged man was just a bit too slow to dodge and was instantly overtaken by the Light Sword.
In desperation, the middle-aged man unleashed his magical treasure, a formidable force that even transford into a giant hand reaching for the Light Sword.
The magical treasure shattered.
The giant hand was pierced!
An overwhelming power that could flatten grand mountains was effortlessly torn asunder by this diminutive Light Sword.
This ti, with a foreboding sense, the middle-aged man’s Primordial Spirit left his body in advance, escaping far away in an instant.
The man’s body was impaled by the sword, his flesh disintegrated by the Sword Intent.
Once again, the strength of the Light Sword waned.
Not only did Carson notice this situation, but other Adventurers did as well. Imdiately, one shouted, “Attack the Light Sword with magical treasures, whittle down its power. Who gets the opportunity in the end doesn’t matter for now; we must survive first. Once its power is reduced, it can no longer kill us.”
Everyone instantly agreed, finding it very reasonable. If everyone just frantically fled, the Light Sword would strike like calling roll—a precise execution each ti. Who could ensure they wouldn’t be the next target?
All unleashed their magical treasures, attacking towards the Light Sword.
Carson was no exception; this was not the ti to think about opportunities, but to prioritize life.
Wielding the Three Provinces Sword, Carson let out an extrely sharp blast of Sword Qi, hitting the Light Sword in the sky squarely.
The Light Sword trembled and its luminance slightly faded.
Just as Carson felt a surge of joy, the Light Sword in the air suddenly slowed and turned around, aiming right at him.
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