Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 472 - 472 471 The Will of Heaven

472: Chapter 471: The Will of Heaven 472: Chapter 471: The Will of Heaven The thunderhawk was still clutching his body with its talons; this proud creature would not tolerate a human riding on its back.

The sole benefit was that his limbs were freed.

In grasp of the changes in the Thunder Force, this elixir bird had its own instinctual premonitions, not a whit inferior to a human’s analysis.

After circling around with Hou Niao’s body, it felt as if heaven and earth trembled, the framework shattered, and a force burst forth.

The Thunder Force deepened, and in the blink of an eye, they were a hundred miles away.

With a flap of its wings, the thunderhawk closely followed.

Half a year since Hou Niao began this journey, they embarked on the return trip.

Although the destination was clear, exactly how to get there still depended on the interplay between heaven, earth, and Thunder Force.

This journey had its dull moments, akin to water, but Hou Niao didn’t mind.

He knew that the life of a cultivator was mostly spent in disappointment and simplicity.

Being content with simplicity was a skill in itself, and he quite enjoyed the process.

Chasing the thunderclouds at full speed, Hou Niao and the thunderhawk returned to the state they were in during the outbound trip.

Two hundred miles later, Hou Niao felt his mana gradually returning until it was fully restored.

With a slight struggle, he broke free from the thunderhawk’s grasp.

In and out of Blue Island, the whole affair took just three days, so fast that he didn’t even have time to bid farewell to the two Saintesses before he left.

On the way back, he found that the path of the Thunder Force was not as circuitous as on the way there, but rather, it took a straight line.

The outbound and return paths were not the same.

Was there a rationale behind this, or was it entirely left to nature’s course?

He had set a difficult task for himself: during the Tongtian phase, he had used an understanding of the Great Dao that would at least require a Golden Core Realm or even a Nascent Transformation Realm as a guide to break through barriers.

This posed a challenge for him.

As they continued on their way, the days became more leisurely.

The thunderhawk was also boring when not racing him to the death.

And the creature never communicated with him, no matter how he tried to reach out.

Days later, the Thunder Force moved intermittently, traveling at a pace far slower than a cultivator’s flight, but the direction remained unchanged.

Under the expansion of his Divine Sense, Hou Niao detected three black dots pursuing them from behind; he smiled slightly and sent his Divine Sense towards the thunderhawk,

“They are here for me; you do not need to intervene.”

He plunged into the thunderclouds, becoming invisible amidst them.

The next moment, the Flying Sword suddenly flew out in astonishment.

He hadn’t expected the Sword Cultivator to be so decisive, not even feigning politeness before attempting to kill.

It seemed that this person had already sensed something on Blue Island.

Although a bit surprised, he was prepared and pointed forward.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down, hitting the Flying Sword and unsettling its aim.

In the world of cultivation, the speed of a Flying Sword was among the fastest, but nothing was quicker than lightning.

His lightning couldn’t yet bring down a Flying Sword, the difference between the invisible and the tangible, but it could create an obstacle in the communication of Sword Consciousness, giving him a chance to catch his breath and set up a defense all around.

The Flying Sword, having missed, didn’t press and circled around in the air before returning to the thunderclouds.

In an instant, it struck again, but this time the target was another Taiyi Daoist behind him.

Coming from the same sect, their responses were identical, likewise summoning lightning to strike down and precisely hit the Flying Sword, scrambling its Sword Consciousness and reducing its power.

If the Flying Sword continued to force the issue, the remaining strength would hardly break through his defenses.

This was the incomparable technique of the Taiyi Thunder Strike Warriors against Sword Cultivators, relying on the unmatched speed of lightning.

The Flying Sword, just like during the first attack, swiftly circled back and dove into the thundercloud again, then slashed out, this time targeting the last of the three Daoists.

This series of maneuvers immediately allowed the three Guo Sect Taiyi Daoists to gauge the Sword Cultivator’s true abilities: at the Second Realm of Tongtian, the Flying Sword did not have the capability to strike repeatedly and continuously, it could only deliver one strike before returning to the Purple Mansion to gather strength.

Facing such an opponent, any one of them could easily respond, but if the goal was to ensure a kill without allowing escape, it would be a strain for just one person.

The thundercloud was vast, and when a person was hidden within, it was difficult to discern with Divine Sense, which is why the Sword Cultivator dove into it in the first place.

However, for the three of them, it only meant slightly more time was needed.

When it came to understanding thunderclouds, who on the Continent would dare to claim first if Taiyi Sect claimed second?

The third Daoist was well-prepared, not only was his Thunder Skill ready to unleash, but he had also prepared various defensive measures well in advance; he deliberately allowed the Flying Sword to come a bit closer, to delay the time it would take for the sword to return after a missed strike.

With this gap, it would be sufficient for his two senior brothers to locate the Sword Cultivator’s precise position.

The thunder he unleashed was different from the ones his senior brothers used – it was Yin Phosphorus Thunder.

His choice was deliberate, as Yin Phosphorus Thunder would adhere to the Flying Sword for just a few breaths’ time.

When the Flying Sword returned to the Sword Cultivator’s Purple Mansion, it would naturally guide them to his location.

The preparation time for Yin Phosphorus Thunder was slightly longer, something his senior brothers couldn’t afford, but not a problem for him positioned at the rear.

Having been together for years, the brothers understood each other well, and knew exactly what to do during a fight.

Under his control, the Yin Phosphorus Thunder struck the Flying Sword accurately, and as always, the sword trembled.

However, the subsequent reaction was entirely different from before.

Instead of circling back, it charged straight at him, the power on the sword greatly increased, with murderous intent fully exposed.

Tricked, was his first reaction, but he wasn’t panicked, as his defenses were amply prepared for being the last in line!

A thunder shield appeared out of thin air in front of him, and he detonated two Water Mine Talismans at the same time.

The overwhelming blast of spiritual power was enough to interrupt any Sword Consciousness and keep it clear minded.

This was the defense method of a Thunder Strike Warrior: they rarely relied on brute physical interception, but preferred to block the sensory aspect of an attack with the force of thunder – for example, a Sword Cultivator’s Sword Consciousness or a Magic Cultivator’s Spiritual Sense – making the attack aimless, while they only needed to perform a Vertical Escape.

Now was their time to play to their offensive strengths.

However, when he leapt dozens of feet away in the strong thunderous fluctuations of the Water Mine Talismans, he still hadn’t sensed the turning back of the Flying Sword, when suddenly he heard Qu Wuhui’s urgent voice,

“Junior Brother, watch your back!”

Realizing something was wrong, it was already too late to attempt a Vertical Escape.

All he felt was a sharp pain at the center of his back, as if something sharp had penetrated his body.

What followed was a powerful Sword Gang bursting within his body, and his consciousness began to blur…

The Flying Sword passed through his body in a flash and disappeared back into the thundercloud.

At this moment, inside the chaotic cloud, a Qingbird and a Thunder Falcon were tearing and striking at each other.

One was strong and vigorous, the other leveraged the power of the thundercloud; they were evenly matched, with feathers flying about in the struggle.

This was also one of the tactics of the Taiyi Daoists to flush out the Sword Cultivator, but they had forgotten that the Sword Cultivator also had a Thunder Falcon for a companion.

This Thunder Falcon did not seem to be the Sword Cultivator’s pet, but it conducted itself with a backbone and an inherent arrogance.

The situation changed in an instant; that last Daoist’s soul departed for the Underworld in the blink of an eye, leaving the remaining two in shock and rage.

It was at this moment that the peculiar Flying Sword again emerged from the thundercloud.

“Be careful, there’s something odd about that Flying Sword!”

Qu Wuhui shouted.