Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 605 - 605 604 Cutting Melons and Vegetables 2

605: Chapter 604 Cutting Melons and Vegetables 2 605: Chapter 604 Cutting Melons and Vegetables 2 Tang Youceng rose into the sky, as serene as a gentle breeze and floating clouds, yet a trace of concern lurked in his heart.

Yang Guanjun was defeated soundly, and he had seen it all too clearly – the true setback for the Ancient Martial artist was not being able to find the true body of his opponent, rather than a substantial difference in strength.

The Yue Sect and the Qin Sect have been entangled for a thousand years, each thoroughly familiar with the other.

In these millennium-old grievances, the Yue Sect was slightly inferior, which was indicative of the real strength of the Qin Sect.

The strengths of Ancient Martial techniques were quite obvious, but their weaknesses were also pronounced, which was a lack of countermeasures against certain mystic arts.

This was a problem inherent to the Daoist lineages, especially within the Tongtian Realm.

But the Yue Sect was different; it was the Divine Strike Skill of the Daoist Sect, specializing in these mystical aspects.

Therefore, he confidently accepted the challenge, not simply because Yang Guanjun’s provocative words got to him – he was not that naive.

Having the body hidden within the sword, for a cultivator in the Tongtian Realm, could not possibly pertain to spatial abilities, nor other Dao Realm capabilities.

The only possibility was shrinking the Purple Mansion and hiding within the sword, which was the only thing Tongtian Realm cultivators could achieve.

In response to this, he had several strategies to flush out his opponent.

If he could force the person out, the subsequent battle would be much easier; if the opposing sword cultivator were a true disciple of the Shan Sect, he would still hold a certain awe, but what was there to fear from a mere common disciple?

It was nothing more than relying on the Body Sword Skill to catch the Ancient Martial artist off guard.

Knowing that sword cultivators were too proud and confident to strike first, he had no desire to compete for this hollow reputation.

Only the victor has the right to speak, and when the time came, he intended to thoroughly inquire about the origins of that Yue Sect token – the holder would have no choice but to answer.

With a backhanded clap, his body quivered, and a nameless power possessed him.

Within the Yue Sect, this was referred to as the Purple Mansion Moya.

Divine Strike, in essence, was about invoking the presence of a god within oneself, obtaining the abilities of that god.

As for which god?

Where?

Why they could be invoked?

That was another matter, not something these present-day Tongtian Realm disciples could comprehend.

For disciples of the Yue Sect, their strength depended on two things: one was the depth of their cultivation, which determined how much of the invoked god’s power they could wield; the other was the variety of gods they could invoke, which determined the diversity of the Yue Sect cultivators in battle.

Facing different opponents required invoking different gods to best counter them.

Tang Youceng was nominally the foremost true disciple of the Yue Sect, which didn’t necessarily mean he was the strongest, but that he had the deepest experience and the strongest backing – though his strength was by no means weak.

Yue Sect cultivators upon reaching the Tongxuan Realm commonly invoked one deity, the outstanding ones managed two; at the God Sensing Realm, most could summon two deities, the exceptional summoned three or four; at their level of the Natural Realm, summoning four gods was the basis, five or six was considered elite, and even the least among the seven true disciples could summon eight gods.

He could invoke nine.

Of course, the number of gods one could invoke didn’t entirely reflect one’s strength – it also depended on the gods’ powers and attributes.

Some were formidable, others less so; that was a separate issue.

Purple Mansion Moya was quite a special one among the nine gods Tang Youceng could invoke.

Unlike some gods who had Unbreakable bodies, Unrivaled Escape Speed, spat True Fire, or controlled storms…

The Purple Mansion Moya was known primarily for its ability to attack the inner secrets within the opponent’s Purple Mansion.

Since the sword cultivator merged with the flying sword by hiding within the Purple Mansion, this ability was certainly fitting.

With Moya’s presence, Tang Youceng’s eyes glinted with a deep purple, a certain power coalescing within him.

While it might not compare with the might of more physically powerful deities, it had its unique uses in the realm of the mystic.

Moreover, he brought forth a precious umbrella in hand, intended for defense in the event of an emergency.

With everything prepared, he only awaited the arrival of the flying sword.

Hou Niao looked at his opponent with amusement.

Countless battles had sharpened his eyesight far beyond what it once was, and predicting the opponent’s reaction was a crucial part of combat.

Although he didn’t know exactly which deity the opponent had invoked, he could still make an educated guess based on the faint aura that was exuding.

He even had time to instruct his brothers behind him, “Remember, what’s important isn’t one specific sword technique, it’s the system.”

The Purple Mansion vibrated, and the Flying Sword shot out suddenly, tracing a perfect corkscrew curve in the sky before chopping down from above!

Tang Youceng was shocked.

This was a bit unsportsmanlike—what happened to the Body Sword Skill they had agreed on?

How could his opponent go back on his word?

In his haste, Tang Youceng’s countermeasures weren’t slow either; he pushed out his treasure umbrella and then slapped it backhanded, retreating from the Purple Mansion Moya to invoke Cloud Peng’s Body.

His movements were fast, but no matter how fast, they couldn’t be completed in an instant.

The treasure umbrella shattered to pieces, but it had bought precious time for Cloud Peng’s Body to be invoked.

Cloud Peng, the god, was renowned for his astonishing speed and his ability to swap places with an illusion, making him the secret technique par excellence for dealing with swift objects like the Flying Sword.

Just a few twists and turns, holding on for a few breaths until the Flying Sword’s momentum exhausted itself, would normally allow one to calmly set up their next move.

But the Flying Sword refused to relent!

Tang Youceng felt as if no matter where he flew, that Flying Sword followed him like a persistent ghost, as though it didn’t need to gather strength or recover; with a start, he looked to where the sword cultivator was supposed to be standing, only to find no trace of him.

Realizing something was amiss, he understood that his opponent had silently switched to the Body Sword Skill.

The relentless pursuit wouldn’t stop, and if he kept struggling in Cloud Peng’s Body for a few more breaths, he feared he’d be completely exhausted.

By then, he wouldn’t even be able to switch deities.

With a chill in his heart, Cloud Peng’s Illusion suddenly appeared, only to be slashed into ashes by the Flying Sword, while his true body once again invoked a deity—this time, the Giant Spirit Vajra, unyielding and immensely capable of recovery.

The reason for choosing this deity was to stabilize the situation; the sword cultivator’s speed was too fast, having wrecked his plans completely.

He needed to steady himself before devising a new strategy.

No sooner had the Giant Spirit descended than the sword cultivator’s true body appeared before him, his Sword gleaming with electric brilliance.

The Giant Spirit’s bulky form was clumsy against such proficient close combat sword skills; within a few strikes, its divine light faded, and in danger, the Giant Spirit Vajra retreated without a word…

This was the weakness of invoking deities—when a deity sensed it could no longer hold on, it didn’t care who had called upon it and would depart, its divine essence vanishing into the unknown.

At such close quarters, where could Tang Youceng flee?

He had no chance to invoke another deity and resigned himself to his fate, closing his eyes…

Nothing happened.

When he opened his eyes, the sword cultivator had already retreated a good distance, cupping one fist in the other hand with a smile, “You gave me quite the challenge.”

Watching from behind, Fang Yazi and Nan Xiangye were shaken.

In the blink of an eye, Hou Niao had demonstrated his Sword Skill System to them.

He adapted to his opponent’s changes, always seizing the initiative, giving his adversary no chance to turn the tables.

It didn’t matter if they could invoke nine deities or even ninety; under such assault, the end result would be the same—defeat!

Under the perfect Sword Skill System, the complex system of invoking deities was completely shattered.

It was too complex, and thus lost the most crucial core of combat—simplicity and effectiveness.

Nan Xiangye’s gaze was distant, lost in thought.

Where was his system?