Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 487 - 487 486 One Husband Holds the Pass 2

487: Chapter 486 One Husband Holds the Pass 2 487: Chapter 486 One Husband Holds the Pass 2 Clearly, the bull shark Dharma Form wasn’t enough to defeat the Sword Cultivator.

Even the strongest body couldn’t withstand the constant slashing of the Flying Swords.

It had power, but it lacked flexibility, making it hindered at every turn.

Hou Niao feigned attacks from the east to strike west, pretending to aim for the belly while his true target was always the giant shark’s head.

He also knew that it would be very difficult to kill a Dharma True Body of such size with one strike without finding its weak point, so each attack was a probe to test the reality and illusion of the Phase Formation in the Dharma Form.

The strike to the head wasn’t lethal, and the collapse of the Dharma Form was also intentional by Yu Kuohai, who took the opportunity to transform into another kind of Dharma Form—the King Conch.

It was this very transformation that made the rest of the Cang Pirates realize its true nature.

Yu Kuohai wasn’t a human Cultivator at all, but a Sea Demon!

Its Dharma Form was different from the Dharma Form of a human Body Cultivation, it was a mutated form where the appearance and body fused together.

Whatever form it took on, it would possess some of the Sea Beast’s Divine Powers, which was quite miraculous.

For instance, the current King Conch was an ultimate defensive state with a hard shell all around to guard the body, capable of both defending and recuperating from previous injuries.

However, the attack of the King Conch was somewhat simplistic—blowing the conch!

The sound waves were almost tangible, emanating from itself in all directions, containing illusion sound attacks aimed at disrupting a Cultivator’s Sea of Consciousness.

The extent of the effect depended entirely on the opponent’s spiritual will.

Generally, it would hardly cause actual harm, especially to a Cultivator in the Tongtian Realm who has already opened their Sea of Consciousness; but it could still cause varying degrees of affliction, such as dizziness, awkwardness in casting Techniques, or inaccuracy of the Flying Swords…

Hou Niao was no exception; the illusion sound attacks made him somewhat uncomfortable, so he slightly increased his distance and controlled his Flying Sword to attack from afar.

Yu Kuohai did not give him that opportunity.

Though a member of the Sea Clan, it possessed high battle wisdom.

It knew that humans were very adept at learning, and given enough exposure, they would develop countermeasures.

Unfortunately, it only had three kinds of Dharma Forms.

The bull shark Dharma Form had already been used with poor results; Yu Kuohai had little hope that the conch’s illusion sound would bring victory.

Its purpose was only to prepare for its most powerful Dharma Form.

The retreat of the Sword Cultivator played right into its strategy.

Suddenly, the conch shell burst open, and a twenty-foot-long electric eel sprang out.

With each flex of its body, it closed in on its opponent.

The body was surrounded by electric light, resembling an electric field, and with high energy penetrating through the moist environment, it quickly engulfed its adversary within an electric net.

With the illusion sound first and electric shock following, these series of maneuvers were trump cards that it wouldn’t easily reveal unless its opponent wasn’t one of the most feared leaders among thieves, something it would not display in front of a large audience.

Under such control, any Cultivator would lose their reaction ability in a short time, followed by the massive eel’s body coiling around the opponent…

The most basic physical constriction Divine Power which, when fully deployed by Yu Kuohai, could even grind a boulder to dust.

In an instant, Hou Niao who had seemed to gain a clear upper hand with his seemingly effortless manipulation of his Flying Swords, was suddenly faced with a precarious situation as a result of Yu Kuohai’s counterattack.

Several cries of alarm emanated from the Cang Pirates, those were from the Dugu sisters, who still lacked experience in combat, losing their composure under the threat of such a ferocious creature.

In the next moment, the eel around which the swords swirled suddenly burst into bright light, like a mini sun, with countless sword lights spurting out.

The body of the eel was cut into numerous segments by the myriad sword lights.

The eel’s Dharma Form was indeed flexible, but it wasn’t nearly as robust and resilient as the bull shark, lacking the thick layer of fat for cushioning.

So when the electric shock failed to achieve its expected effect and the Sword Cultivator counterattacked, it was quite a natural outcome.

With its body’s Dharma Form cut into such severe state, instant recovery was impossible.

Only then did Yu Kuohai realize how powerful the Sword Cultivator he was facing really was, leaving it with no choice but to break out using its Demon Core.

He had just ascended into the air, not even a dozen meters up, when he was already overtaken and exploded by a sword slash from behind.

The two pirate groups fell into a brief silence, followed by cheers from the Cang Pirates.

Most of them had been disciplined by their leader with the Body Sword technique, so nobody dared to get close to Hou Niao, but the Chasing Wind Bandits didn’t know, Yu Kuohai didn’t know.

…In the midst of the Chasing Wind Bandits, several leaders remained expressionless.

They were all seasoned veterans and certainly did not expect Yu Kuohai to achieve wonders right off the bat, it was just a pity that victory had been so close at hand.

Originally, they had sent Yu Kuohai to lead the charge, hoping to leverage the prestige of his three Dharma Forms to exert psychological pressure.

Most cultivators would struggle to counter the first three mighty blows of a Sea Demon; they had thought he would be the ace up their sleeve, but their opponents played a trump card right away.

Gao Tianqi snorted coldly, “Keeping your distance from sword cultivators is a principle, but Daoist Yu just doesn’t believe in superstitions…”

Guo Yanzhi disagreed, “If he didn’t close in, what else could he do?

He’s not skilled in techniques, the root cause is that we misjudged our opponent.

It’s regrettable for Daoist Yu, had someone else been there, at least two victories would’ve been certain.”

Shiguang Zu was very calm, “We must note, this person has high resistance to illusion sound and lightning techniques, that’s the key to victory or defeat; it’s common knowledge that sword cultivators are strong in close combat, nothing surprising there.

But if our next Daoist goes up there, still recklessly assuming he’ll be controlled, then that would be trouble.”

All were experienced hands, who could clearly see the battle process and knew that the outcome had started to turn when Yu Kuohai unleashed the King Conch’s illusion sound attack.

The sword cultivator had pretended to be unable to cope with the sound disturbance, retracting his sword and retreating, actually luring Yu Kuohai to strike, making the follow-up Sea Eel Dharma Body a logical outcome in an unprepared vs.

prepared situation.

Such a cunning sword cultivator.

Bao Wen began to boost morale, “The chief is strong; otherwise, he couldn’t have subdued those seasoned Cang Sea thieves.

That was expected and nothing new.

But during the battle, I didn’t see any particularly eye-catching techniques.

At least it proves one thing, his trump cards are limited.

He’d rather risk the illusion sound and electrical net failing to affect him than use his ultimate skills?

In that case, we are even more certain of grinding him down!”

What they feared most was that their opponent might possess some unique trick, as every cultivator generally has their own trump cards.

Gao Tianqi waved it off, “Nothing much to say, stick to the plan, grind him down!

Even if he has a body full of ultimate skills, without mana they are in vain!”

A Daoist was called over to join them, a cultivator from Zhou Sect, Qian Changqing, Bao Wen’s junior brother, Natural Realm, with a stable character, profound mana, having been in the Natural Realm for over thirty years, equipped with a very comprehensive set of skills, and his battle style was the typical Daoist Sect attrition method.

Bao Wen was still a little worried, “Remember, junior brother, this is not a battle for dominance!

Our goal is to kill him after several rounds, not now.

Your mission is to reduce his mana by thirty percent, that’s the bare minimum, more is better; if at any point you feel the situation is uncontrollable, concede and retreat, that’s all.

We’re not vying for each and every battle, we’re seeking the final outcome.”

Qian Changqing smiled faintly, “Rest assured, I stopped caring about face ten years ago, I won’t act impulsively.”