Blind Spot
Chapter 552 - 507 disaster one

Chapter 552: 507 disaster one

The pale cyan sword light flew forward steadily and unhurriedly in the evening sky, drawing a clear, fine line.

Three shadows closely followed behind, like meteors not falling behind in the slightest.

Suddenly, the cyan sword light slowed down and stopped, revealing Huo Qingkong and two other members of the Qingying Group.

"You go ahead, I’ll follow shortly." He positioned the two behind him for protection, his expression calm as he looked toward his pursuers.

Zhao Yuan and another disciple wanted to speak, but he stopped them with a gesture of his hand.

"Go."

With clenched teeth, they finally turned and rapidly flew away into the distance.

Zhao Yuan, or rather Sword of Wisdom, barely managed to stay afloat with her body’s strength, and her speed was truly worrying.

The other one was at a similar level, their speed even slower than hers.

After a wobbly flight, they looked back. Huo Qingkong was already surrounded by the three shadows.

"Elder brother....!" Zhao Yuan suppressed the thought of turning back to help, knowing her presence would only hold them back, and immediately turned her head without daring to look any longer.

"Take care...."

"We’ll return to the sect for reinforcements right away; we can still make it in time!" the other said, suppressing their voice.

"Alright!"

On the other side.

Huo Qingkong watched the two disappear into the horizon before turning back to face the three people.

Among the pursuers, the most eye-catching without a doubt was Ding Zao, wielding a red-bladed sword.

"I didn’t expect to have a bout with Brother Ding here after leaving the competition," he said softly.

"Recognized, eh..." Ding Zao smiled bitterly as he tore off his mask, revealing a familiar face.

"Sorry... this time was out of necessity."

"The other two, are they from An Xiang?" Huo Qingkong glanced at the remaining two.

Both were wearing typical golden masks and black clothes that thoroughly concealed them.

"Huo Qingkong, to kill a member of my Spring Division is truly audacious," the man on the left with long flowing hair said somberly, obviously the leader.

"It seems you’re their leader... too bad..." Huo Qingkong spread open his hand.

"Too bad, what?"

The three spread out, each assuming a different starting stance.

Traces of the Origin Seal’s glow began to shine from their chests.

Two Eight Seals, one Nine Seal!

The Eight Seals essentially mean mastery of both of the Faceless Sword Sect’s foundational techniques to perfection.

That is the pinnacle level of a regular sect administrator.

Beyond that, one must learn the Thousand Face Sword Canon. In other words, above the Eight Seals are the elders’ level.

"Unique Swordsmanship..." The sword in Ding Zao’s hand lit up with lines of red light, and fine golden filaments ran from the hilt up to the tip.

"This time... it’s not on the competition stage... and I won’t be holding back either..."

He previously held back, aiming to conceal his strength, to fully erupt at this moment and resolve the situation instantly.

The leader of the Spring Division raised his hand, a grey spiraling glow slowly appearing in his palm. On closer inspection within the glow, one could see countless tiny black threadlike creatures, spinning rapidly with ferocious serrated jaws, exceptionally vicious.

The last person raised both arms, and a semi-transparent grey force field resembling a pagoda blazed around them.

The colossal force field enveloped everyone within it.

The Origin Seals on the chests of the three glowed brightly, obviously marshaling their full strength.

And further away, a vague figure hovered in midair, none other than the Qingmu Sword Sect elder, Yun Fuzi, who should have departed with the others.

He hid in the sky, watching silently as the three pursued Huo Qingkong.

In his hands, he held something like a compass, the Heaven’s Mandate Instrument, specially designed to seal the surrounding space to prevent Huo Qingkong from using the Faceless Sword Sect’s life-saving artifact to escape.

"Extinguishing this child today will ensure that the Faceless Sword Sect remains in decline for thousands of years. It’s worth any risk," muttered Yun Fuzi softly.

"The child’s talent is alarming; we must be careful not to let him escape," a middle-aged man’s voice faintly emerged from within the Heaven’s Mandate Instrument.

"Rest assured, sect leader, the formation has been set. The Sunprint Tower Formation—condensed by the power of our sect’s four great elders—even I would need the time it takes an incense stick to burn to break free. Such a lengthy period is more than enough..."

At that moment, the glow flickered.

In the distance, the three attacked simultaneously.

A beautiful rainbow-like sword light, followed closely by a grey sword light, turned into a massive cone, resembling a giant storm of sword light, booming violently towards Huo Qingkong.

The same Unique Swordsmanship, in Ding Zao’s hands, remained the same technique, but the power it unleashed was utterly different from the other members of the Qingmu Sword Sect.

Hundreds of rainbow sword lights, some amplifying strength, some speed, some sharpness, and some flickering as if they could ignore the distance.

These were the special effects of the Origin Seals Ding Zao had condensed.

His abilities were just one Origin Seal short of being offensive like Huo Qingkong’s, the rest were equally aggressive.

In the Realm of Eight Seals, a step into elder level, Ding Zao, in terms of sheer offensive capability, was actually stronger than the Sword Sect’s typical elders.

"How will you counter this move, Ten Thousand Scenic Rainbow...?"

Ding Zao floated in the air, gazing at Huo Qingkong trapped by the formation.

He felt regret.

The two had similar realms, yet such different fates. After today, the great Panguang might not have Huo Qingkong ever again...

This one strike unleashed his entire strength, coupled with the lethal support of the Nine Seal leader of An Xiang.

Plus, the formation’s suppression, which could instantly weaken his Origin Seal’s power by thirty percent.

Such cooperation would mean certain death not only for Huo Qingkong, who had merely killed several Six Seal Demon Kings, but even if a seasoned elder from the Faceless Sword Sect’s Seal Environment Realm were present.

"Farewell.... Such a pity... you were born in the wrong era..." Ding Zao gently flipped his sword blade and sheathed it.

"You’re mistaken," came a deep voice suddenly from behind Ding Zao.

His pupils shrank abruptly as he thrust his sword backward.

Clang!

The swords clashed, creating a thunderous noise.

"Being born in this era, is your misfortune..."

Huo Qingkong appeared behind Ding Zao at an unknown time.

Faint remnants of cyan light lingered around him, traces of the Void Step.

It was one of the displacement skills among the three deadly moves of the Faceless Sword Technique.

’But... how could this be!!?’

’How did he escape from the formation!?’

Ding Zao’s mind went blank for a moment.

He quickly retreated, catching the clash of Giant Strength and creating distance.

Taking advantage of this, he glanced back at the formation, where a silhouette belonging to Huo Qingkong still lingered.

The two from An Xiang were also confused at this moment, unsure which was the real one and which was the fake.

"It’s this one!" Ding Zao shouted.

"No! This one is real too!" the leader of the Spring Division also yelled.

"Faceless Sword Technique" x2.

Both Huo Qingkongs raised their hands at the same time, their sword fingers pointing diagonally down.

"Faceless!"

Hiss!

In an instant, a piercing, bird-like screech exploded from both Huo Qingkongs.

Two dazzling cyan-green lights shone from the faces of both figures in a flash.

The blinding light completely obscured the contours of Huo Qingkong’s face, making it so that from any angle, his face appeared to dissolve into the light, rendering him truly faceless.

Hissing sounds filled the air!!!

Countless cyan sword blades burst forth from their hands.

Thousands.

Tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands, even millions!

The inexhaustible sword lights, like waves or even the sun, radiated from their bodies, illuminating everything around them.

’Faceless’, in addition to the idea of killing without showing one’s face in terms of its intent, also has another meaning, that is this final killing move.

A sword illuminates the sky, its brilliance faceless.

When the splendid sword light shines like the sun, it is naturally impossible to see the face clearly.

In the blink of an eye.

The countless sword lights, like a tsunami, violently broke through the nearest three people’s defenses.

Huo Qingkong’s chest lit up with a clear Seal Ring, with ten Origin Seals faintly visible, amplifying the power of each sword light.

The three in midair were engulfed in the infinite sword light in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace.

In the distance, Fu Yunzi’s face stiffened, and he struggled to keep hold of Heaven’s Mandate Instrument, almost dropping it.

"How... how is this possible!??"

His arms trembled, totally unable to understand what had just happened.

A Huo Qingkong with a Seal Ring, even if he had undergone two more Sublimations than Ding Zao, with the Nine Seals leader from An Xiang and three others cooperating to imprison a formidable magical weapon formation capable of restraining the Seal Ring, yet...

Fu Yunzi’s forehead broke out into a cold sweat as he stealthily retreated, turning around to flee.

Whoosh!

A shadowy figure suddenly blocked his path.

It was none other than Huo Qingkong, who had freed up his hands.

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The formation woven from ribbons engulfed Li Chengyi in the blink of an eye.

The blue ribbons, like manipulated by dexterous hands, swiftly wove into a massive cage.

"Not good!" Li Chengyi’s heart chilled as he felt strong constraints around him, knowing he’d been tricked.

He immediately tried to break free, but at that moment a sharp threat approached from behind.

’Too late!!’

The opponent’s four strikes burst forth from four different angles.

Li Chengyi had no choice but to turn and deal with them.

The four pursuers rejoiced in their hearts.

"You little brat, hand over your life!!"

One from the Qingmu Sword Sect arrived first, his sword casting colorful lights.

The Unique Swordsmanship was activated with full force, determined to take the lead and gain first credit before the others.

The colorful sword light split into ten streams, overlapping and smashing down on Li Chengyi like a fan.

Pfft!!

The sword struck its target squarely.

As if hitting a failed hide.

The blade chopped down on Li Chengyi’s skin, pressing out a clear indentation.

Then under both their gazes, it pressed forward a bit more with difficulty, sighed like the edge of the blade, exhaling a puff of blue sword qi, and then stopped completely.

"...."

"..."

Li Chengyi and his opponent looked at each other, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"I feel... definitely used the wrong move..." the masked man from Qingmu Sword Sect couldn’t help but speak up.

Puff puff puff!!

Just then, the other three sword lights also flew in simultaneously, slashing fiercely onto Li Chengyi’s shoulders and forehead.

They then made a dull sound as if chopping into rubber.

The three swords also fell silent.

The four figures seemed glued to Li Chengyi, floating around him, twisted into various strange poses.

Like insects preserved in amber, frozen in their poses.

"So, what exactly were you trying to do... scaring me like that just now?"

Li Chengyi was speechless.

He looked at the four who were immobilized by his affection threads.

One with Seven Seals, two with Four Seals, and one with Five Seals, with the only Seven Seals expert mostly choosing defensive Sublimation over offensive ones.

With this level of skill, their momentum while chasing after him was even stronger than that of four Seal Rings.

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