Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 649 - 649 648 Sword Rain Frenzy 3

649: Chapter 648 Sword Rain Frenzy 3 649: Chapter 648 Sword Rain Frenzy 3 Li Shipeng withdrew his Divine Soul from the Flying Sword, feeling as though a part of his Sea of Consciousness had been severed.

As a Sword Cultivator, he had lost what he considered the guarantee of his life.

Devoid of spirituality, his Flying Sword was quickly shattered and scattered under the combined defense of Li Laixiang.

The only benefit was that he salvaged his life.

Although his Divine Thought was damaged, his Mana and Cultivation remained intact.

However, his swordsmanship, along with the Sword Spirit, became nonexistent.

“Fall back, and see how I slay our enemies!”

No sooner had he spoken than he vanished in front of Li Shipeng just like Fang Yazi had, and in the next instant, a Flying Sword shot out with killing intent that was extremely fierce.

Li Shipeng felt that the power emanating from the sword was more than ten times stronger than when he controlled it himself.

What need was there for technique with such a Flying Sword?

If you couldn’t block it, it meant death!

The Daoist of the Wu Sect knew a formidable enemy was upon them when his paper crane was crushed.

He quickly deployed his strongest Magic Artifact, setting up a miniature Four Phases Formation, while calling out to his companions,

“Fellow Daoists, let us defend against the enemy together!”

The previous bravado still echoed in his ears, but his body was honest.

Knowing that he might not fare well against the Capital Commandant, he had long since abandoned any desire for a fair duel, seeking instead to band together and attack.

The Daoist from the Qi Sect was somewhat reluctant.

He had just slain a Sword Cultivator from the Shan Sect, which didn’t seem too difficult.

Under the power of his Back Puppet Coffin, there was hardly any struggle.

“Is that all?

Why give him any face?”

Though he said this, he still maneuvered his Back Puppet Coffin over.

For core cultivators like them, they might talk big, but they were always cautious in action.

While the trio was preparing to encircle him, Hou Niao had already transformed into a Flying Sword, whistling through the air towards them.

The Daoist from the Wu Sect was the first to face the onslaught.

Surprised, he exclaimed, “Where did that Sword Cultivator go?”

As he spoke, several Magic Artifacts he had suspended in the air were obliterated by the Flying Sword.

These artifacts had been arranged according to a special formation and were much more formidable together than when wielded separately, but he never imagined that such an array of Magic Artifacts would not withstand a moment’s assault from the Flying Sword.

The clouds in the formation remained unmoved, the River Diagram silently connected,

This was the ‘Formation’ character Skill from Hou Niao’s Body Sword Skill, perfect for breaking through formations.

After decades of daily refinement, the skill was fully mastered, and now was the time to wield it without restraint.

“Senior brothers, save me!”

His strongest Magic Artifact was instantly destroyed.

Suddenly without formidable options, he released the Mist of Confusion in hopes of briefly delaying the opponent’s Flying Sword while hoping that his two companions would intervene from the side and help him through this crisis.

But the Daoists from the Qi and Zhou Sects were also at a loss.

It wasn’t that they were unwilling to help—after all, they were interdependent and not so selfish—but they couldn’t find a way to assist!

Where was the true form of the Sword Cultivator?

Was he hidden nearby, or was he in the Sword itself?

All they could do now was to try and strike at the Flying Sword, but it was so swift that their efforts could only trail behind it, getting further and further away.

The Mist of Confusion was less effective than anticipated.

After a few turns, the Flying Sword had caught up with him, and he felt it pierce through his Protective Gang Shield.

Even someone as proud as he could not help but cry out,

“Capital Commandant, wait, I have something to say!”

The Flying Sword did not hesitate to pass through his skull, instantly bursting his head into a bloody mess before circling back and colliding with the Back Puppet Coffin that was following behind.

The Ghost Coffin flung open allowing the Flying Sword to penetrate, then swiftly snapped closed.

The Daoist from the Qi Sect exclaimed with joy, “Having captured his sword, I’d like to see how much skill he has left?”

The Qi Sect is one of the most famous among the Daoist Sects of the Jinxiu Continent, with a wide range of knowledge.

Familiar with items like the Back Puppet Coffin, which seemed to belong to the Demon Sect, it was actually just a name.

The coffin was filled with a heavy yin energy—a miniature version of a dark underworld capable of containing anything and isolating Divine Sense.

The Sword Cultivator he had killed had been put at a disadvantage because his Flying Sword had been blocked behind the Back Puppet Coffin, losing his most handy weapon, and this time, by following the same method, his success was incredibly smooth.

“Brother, be careful,” a cultivator of the Zhou Sect reminded.

“We do not know where this person is; is it possible he resides within the Flying Sword?”

The Qi Sect cultivator let out a proud smile, “Even better, that saves me the effort.”

Before his words had faded, the Ghost Coffin suddenly burst apart, its lid and body breaking into several pieces, and an overwhelming and somber aura spread out.

Lie Wind and Cloud Changes, I alone am somber!

The ‘Lie’ Skill is most suitable for enclosed spaces, brewing momentum through the containment of breath, arraying out a brilliant military might and a dazzling killing intent.

The Qi Sect cultivator had been concentrating all his mana and consciousness on the Back Ghost Coffin, and this sudden break disrupted his consciousness and unbalanced his mana, instantly plunging him into a semi-conscious state.

However, he still knew what he should do and shouted loudly:

“Junior brother, take me and run!”

The Zhou Sect cultivator was about to reach out but saw the Flying Sword already bearing down with great force.

He knew that by extending his hand he might not save the other, and he would definitely be caught up in it, losing any chance of extricating himself.

When he looked back again, Li Laixiang had already fled without a trace, not even a warning given, perfectly embodying the realm of ‘the daoist survives while his fellow perishes’.

Determined, he thought, “Brother, hold on, wait for me to extinguish him with the Fire Dragon Roll!”

That was indeed what he said and intended to do; this cultivator excelled in both Feng Huo skills and his self-created Wind and Fire Tornado was tremendously powerful.

Few who were caught in it came out whole.

However, this meant that the Qi Sect cultivator was now merely bait.

He had long seen through that the true body of the Sword Cultivator was within the Flying Sword, a rare instance of the union of man and sword skill.

Normally, his Wind and Fire Tornado was not faster than the Flying Sword, difficult to deploy in combat, unless he engulfed both the Flying Sword and the Qi Sect cultivator at once…

The Qi Sect cultivator understood his meaning but his body wasn’t fully responsive, so he could only curse:

“You ingrate, after decades of friendship, this is how you leave me?”

Before he finished speaking, the Flying Sword and Wind and Fire Tornado struck one after another, and with half his body paralyzed, what could a cultivator like him use to defend against such a joint attack?

Caught in the midst, his body was severed and then burnt to ash in the Wind and Fire Tornado.

The Zhou Sect cultivator remained unnaturally calm, well aware of the extensive damage his Wind and Fire Tornado could do to a cultivator’s flesh but doubtful of its effect on the Flying Sword.

That Sword Cultivator must have been hiding in some mysterious space within the Sword Artifact, likely untouched by the flames.

The only purpose of his action must have been to buy time, as Divine Sense could not penetrate the Wind and Fire Tornado, losing sense of direction; he needed this time.

Watching the Flying Sword enter the Wind and Fire Tornado, he ignored the Qi Sect cultivator’s cries of despair and prepared to flee but abruptly sensed something amiss, as though thousands of needles were drilling towards him!

They were not needles!

They were the last remnants of the Sword Artifact in Li Shipeng’s Purple Mansion.

He might have saved them for a chance to restore his Flying Sword one day, but the battle had unfolded too rapidly; in an instant, two Daoists were dead, and one sought escape.

How could he let this last one get away?

Without any further concern for the future, he released the final remnants of the Sword Artifact from the Purple Mansion, firing them unreservedly.

It was the end of the line; no need to worry about restoration anymore.

The Zhou Sect cultivator, bombarded by countless fragments of the Flying Sword, was forced to spend time defending, and by the time he cleared away the sword pieces, that enigmatic Flying Sword reappeared before him.

It was over.

The Zhou Sect cultivator sighed.