All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 309 - 170: Three Grandmasters (1/3)

Chapter 309: Chapter 170: Three Grandmasters (1/3)

Ever since An Jing made a fortune in the Tianyuan Realm by earning a considerable amount of Good Deeds, bolstered with wealth and power, some memories about insufficient firepower started to resurface in his Innate Wisdom.

Especially since Mingguang Dust had yet to return, to be on the safe side, An Jing used the three thousand Good Deeds he had saved to buy a large quantity of Thunder Beads, landmines, and self-destructing drones from the newly rebuilt Black Market.

Conservatively speaking, this firepower could be used in combination with Grasping Heavenly Moment for a rapid fire barrage as a trump card; even more cautiously, this firepower could also be used to set traps to ambush some rural folks from Embracing the Void who were not too familiar with the Tianyuan Realm’s killing artifacts.

Like right now.

Golden-red Thunder Light, dragging web-like arcs of electricity, flickered uncertainly through the rising plumes of black smoke, and the ensuing explosion was even bigger, blowing all the smoke away.

With the self-destructing drones from Shouyang Mountain combined with the Thunder Beads landmines, even an Evil Born Demon couldn’t withstand this firepower, to say nothing of a Martial Meridian Grandmaster, who would inevitably suffer great losses.

However, An Jing was also well aware that expecting to kill a Grandmaster with such petty schemes was nothing but a daydream. He stared intently at the smoke, waiting for the opponent’s counterattack.

Despite the scattering thunder and fire reflecting off the golden-red clouds, An Jing felt not a trace of warmth.

Three tangible gazes pierced through layers of smoke and fire, zeroing in on An Jing, causing his pores to tighten and his blood flow to accelerate instinctively, as if his bone marrow was being soaked in ice.

Indeed. Here it comes.

Whoosh!

The next moment, accompanied by a sound like surging waves, a streak of emerald Sword Light rose like the tide, whistling through the air and cutting through the dense smoke!

A burly man appeared, his hair and face smudged with soot, even his visage faintly flickering with golden-red arcs of electricity within the charred wounds on the surface.

But he stood immovable like a rock on the seashore, firm like a towering mountain, enduring the high-temperature, high-pressure blast, his blade forging a path straight to An Jing, striding towards the youth.

"Tell me the whereabouts of the Young Miss," he demanded.

This Grandmaster was originally dressed in a blue Martial Robe, but the explosion had burned away much of it, revealing the muscles on his back that had been tempered a thousand times—he looked as if he were forged from steel, polished by the tides, sleek and formidable.

The voice of [Tyrant Sea Blade] Bo Zongshan was extremely loud and full of breath, almost like the surging tide shaking the air, about to crash heavily against An Jing’s eardrums: "Leave you, kid, with an intact corpse!"

But An Jing slightly lifted his head, merely smiling. Although he remained silent, his slightly narrowed eyes and look of pity revealed complete disdain.

—Just you.

"Ha."

Rage swelled, with Qi Force around him even turning the blazing flames into tides, into raging streams.

In the midst of still unabated thunder and flames, Bo Zongshan raised his hand to grasp the hilt of the dark blue, almost black, long blade by his side.

He drew his blade.

Boom!

In the next instant, surging Spiritual Power rolled in, a magnificent emerald blade light reflecting all around, making the surrounding streets seem to be devoured by a creature of the deep sea.

And this leviathan opened its gaping maw, aiming to swallow An Jing whole!

True Transmission of the Martial Meridian of Huangyang Sect from Hong Fu Mountain, the True Traveling Mystical Chapter of the Heavenly Sea Cave! Its essence, [Heavenly Sea True Qi], enhanced by the Fate Pattern [Traverse the Four Seas], unleashed a strike like a surging tide merging with the Heavenly Sea!

Facing this strike, An Jing felt the suffocation of impending death.

It was a sense of danger like coming home, causing his eyes to widen into a smile.

It was a pity that among the three Grandmasters, only the saberman from Huangyang Sect had made a move; the other two were too cowardly, actually hiding away.

—In that case, won’t this sword only be experienced by one person?

Raising his hand, the Spirit Qi Furnace connected to the Chongming Sword Box in An Jing’s hand had already started to flicker dangerously, with blinding light flashing irregularly, while the ’Fengdu Guard Spirit Qi Furnace’ had completely dimmed.

Squeezing out all the Spirit Qi from a second-grade Spirit Stone, aided by the "Commanding Five Soldiers Thunder" method... Just how ferocious will this flying sword fired from the Sword Box be?

An Jing also wanted to know.

The moment it was launched, the air emitted a disjointed, shattering howl, and the ground beneath An Jing’s feet was shattered by the reactive force, his entire lower legs buried in the broken stone tiles, while amidst the roaring, a blazing white arc of Sword Light shot straight towards Bo Zongshan, whose complexion changed dramatically!

Faced with the dazzling and eye-catching Thunder Method Sword Light before his eyes, Bo Zongshan instead felt an all-encompassing darkness, a bone-chilling cold that penetrated his forehead and went straight into the back of his neck!

Facing this sword, he felt his life hanging by a thread, unable to control his own fate. Even though he might severely injure An Jing with a single slash, he would inevitably be completely annihilated by this pure killing technique!

When blade and sword crossed paths, one side was as shimmering as the tide, and the other explosive as thunder. In just an instant, accompanied by a dragon-like roar that burst forth, both sides’ attacks deviated.

The Heavenly Sea Blade slashed into the buildings on the other side of the street from An Jing, crushing and sending them flying.

On the other side, Bo Zongshan was sent flying backward, the Thunder Method flying sword skimming over the side of his shoulder, flying straight into the overcast clouds above his head, leaving a large hole!

"A pair of useless trash!" His voice, electrified by the shock, was filled with rage, "His energy-storing Magic Artifact only has the power for one strike, attack together now!"

No one responded to his words.

Because they had already begun to take action.

A faint ghostly gleam circulated, and the Xuanyi Ghost, draped in a cloak woven from shades like shadows, silently appeared beside An Jing, its features concealed behind a strangely twisted metal mask.

It reached out its hand, lightly pressing towards An Jing’s lower back—these long, sharp fingers were not human hands but a pair of ’Ghost Claws’!

This claw was silently swiping through the air, utterly devoid of any Qi presence, directly appearing in a blind spot, where one should not have been able to dodge; yet An Jing’s eyes flashed with the True Spirit Pupil, detecting a hint of killing intent.

He did not turn around but instead casually tossed the completely overloaded and burned-out Chongming Sword Box behind him. This Sword Box, which had been with An Jing through several brutal battlefields, began to emit a golden glow in mid-air and then violently exploded into a mass of Golden Qi Soldier Thunder!

The Thunder Light burst forth, highly effective against Netherworld ghostly beings. The Xuanyi Ghost, with its formidable strength swiping at the air, had already torn An Jing’s clothes and left a bone-deep bloody claw mark on his lower back.

It should have penetrated flesh and blood, removing a piece of viscera, but at that moment, it was forced to contort its form and flee far away.

The reason An Jing would rather take the hit from half a Ghost Claw than turn back to lock onto the Xuanyi Ghost was the abrupt appearance of a sword before his eyes.

The True Transmission of Zuohuan Sect, the "Heart Sword" from Fu Zheng’an—still hidden amidst the smoke and firelight, but his invisible Heart Sword was already causing ripples and disturbances, a chilling Sword Qi ravaging around, pulling out a hundred yards of persistent Qi scars, directly aiming for An Jing’s heart!

The moment he threw the Sword Box’s wreckage, An Jing crossed his arms in front of him, his dark, coiled Great Tendons bulging out, transforming into a pitch-black wall of flesh and blood.

The invisible Heart Sword chopped down fiercely, with a terrifying force erupting, An Jing was sent flying amidst a resounding explosion, tumbling into the courtyard of the Siheyuan amidst waves of pervasive Qi shockwaves.

——Such a hard body!

In the nearby shadows, Fu Zheng’an frowned.

His Heart Sword, said to be formless, was actually where his spirit and the surrounding True Qi resided. Although the previous strike wasn’t his ultimate technique, it was a sword delivered with the intent to kill, yet surprisingly, it could still be blocked by a junior.

Moreover... the Sword Box An Jing had just used didn’t seem like a technique that could come from the Bright Mirror Sect. It rather resembled the puppetry art of Spirit Instruments from the Tianji Mountain or Eight Desolates Mountain.

Something was odd. Though Fu Zheng’an appeared deranged on the surface, he was actually cautious and careful. He quietly stepped back, waiting for the other two Grandmasters to act.

At that moment, both Bo Zongshan and the Ghost Shadow dashed into the courtyard, determined not to give ’Jing Xuan’ any chance to recover.

Then... just as Fu Zheng’an had thought.

A massive explosion occurred.

The earth burst forth with a sun so intense that even with closed eyes, the overwhelming light could penetrate the eyelids, turning all to a vivid red in one’s vision.

The moment Bo Zongshan and the Ghost Shadow rushed into the courtyard, An Jing directly triggered all the hidden explosives and drones in the warehouse and the house. The entire Siheyuan and the surrounding streets were engulfed in the explosion!