Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 662 - 662 661 Settling the Score 7

662: Chapter 661 Settling the Score 7 662: Chapter 661 Settling the Score 7 The clear light of the Jade Void Dharma Body accelerated suddenly as if it had taken a Power Pill, and the areas previously damaged by the Flying Sword were quickly healing, becoming faster and faster.

The Flying Sword rampaged within the Dharma Body, its speed slowing down progressively.

This was not an issue with the Flying Sword itself, but the extraordinary strength of the Dharma Body causing the disparity.

Tang Yan’s mood was buoyant; he enjoyed seeing his enemies wear an expression of hating him yet being unable to do anything about it.

Watching the Flying Sword erratically dart around, he knew that the Sword Cultivator must have realized the danger and was now acting out of desperation, perhaps?

“Feeling anxious?

Is it of any use?

I’ll say it again, follow my Dao pact and your life will be spared; actually, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

Within the confines of a Pocket World, only heaven, earth, you, and I know.

If we don’t speak of it, who else would be aware?

You are still the illustrious disciple of Quanzhen, a genius Sword Cultivator who can contend with a Constellation True Inheritor for numerous hours without defeat.

I don’t ask you to betray your master or sell out your friends for glory, just provide a little convenience when facing the scenery.

Why bother taking it to heart?

Decades of Cultivation, years of enduring hardships for the sake of the Great Dao of Longevity is right before your eyes.

Is it worthwhile to forsake all that just for the sake of so-called pride?”

The Flying Sword exploded suddenly, and the real body of the Sword Cultivator appeared within the Body Heaven and Earth, fruitlessly swinging his sword and still unable to break free from the Dharma Body’s constraints.

Tang Yan couldn’t help but laugh,

“Looks like, it’s already too late?

Consider my proposal; you don’t have much time left!”

The Sword Cultivator ceased his struggle; he looked like a parasite within the body of a giant, seriously lifting his head and saying:

“Is this your trump card?

But do you know what my trump card is?”

Tang Yan smiled slightly, “I have no trump card; everything I have learned is a trump card.

As long as it is deployed at the most suitable moment, it becomes a Supreme trump card.”

The Sword Cultivator did not take it too seriously, “What Skill is this?

Fused with the Pocket World?”

Tang Yan laughed lightly, “Source Fusion, once deployed, I decay with heaven and earth, and there’s no possibility of reversal.

You don’t have a chance now; but if you like it, I’ll teach it to you after the Dao pact is established.”

The Sword Cultivator shook his head, “You planned the battlefield in advance, is this also part of the strength of a Constellation True Inheritor?”

Tang Yan was nonchalant, “From the moment the challenge was issued, the fight had already begun.

What, have Sword Cultivators become so naïve these days?”

The Sword Cultivator nodded, “In that case, I have nothing more to say.”

Continuing to hack wildly with his sword, but now, no matter which Swordsmanship he used, he was unable to restrain the increasingly powerful Tang Yan.

Due to the decline of the Pocket World, under mutual influence, Tang Yan’s abilities were steadily increasing, reflected in all aspects: Cultivation state, mana, consciousness, Divine Soul, bones, and flesh…

It was an intoxicating feeling to see progress with the naked eye; nothing was more delightful than this sensation.

But then Tang Yan immediately sensed something was off—the growth of his power seemed too swift?

So fast it exceeded his expectations?

Earlier the acceleration was not noticeable because he was suppressing it, to deceive the Sword Cultivator.

But now, once he stopped suppressing it…

Upon entering the Pocket World, he had judged that this Pocket World should collapse within a few years and then be reborn, completing a cycle of Reincarnation.

Thus, he deployed Source Fusion, and then fully immersed himself in the dangerous fight with the Sword Cultivator.

His estimate of the self-augmentation speed of his Dharma Body was based on this foundation.

The decline and collapse of the Pocket World would bring about a reversal of growth for him, but due to the mismatch in energy between man and the realm, even a tiny fraction of the Pocket World’s decay, once reflected back, could have a significant impact on him.

His assessment was that the current collapse of the world would be just right for him—it would strengthen him without being too excessive…

But now, when he assessed the collapse speed of the Pocket World again, he was surprised to find that the world seemed to be breaking down faster than before!

His previous estimate was a few years, but now it seemed it might only take a few days for the entire Pocket World to perish and then be reborn!

The problem was, the faster the decay, the quicker his reverse growth!

He would not even need to wait for the complete collapse of the Pocket World—if the pace of collapse picked up slightly, he would be unsustainably weak.

After all, he was still of mortal flesh.

How could his body’s capacity fully accommodate such reversed growth?

A look of terror appeared on his face, a bit muddled, a bit inarticulate, “You, you, you…”

The Sword Cultivator spoke calmly and slowly, “Actually, I haven’t done much—just casually accelerated the collapse speed of the Pocket World after coming in; you know, I’ve done this once before, so it was familiar territory.”

A playful smile spread across his face, “Let’s guess what will happen next to you?

As you said, the process is irreversible which means all your abilities will increase beyond imagination.

How fortunate, I can’t even achieve this feat.

It’s like blowing bubbles right?

You can’t leave because I won’t allow it!

You can only grow happily here, unrestrained…

You don’t have to worry about bursting; unfortunately, you won’t last that long.

Soon you will feel your surging life requires a new Realm to accommodate it.

Regardless of whatever methods you used to suppress your Core Formation process before, under the power of the world, it will not hold!

Congratulations, Daoist, you will soon succeed in advancing to the Golden Core Realm, becoming a person of high stature, the first among the twelve Constellation True Inheritors to successfully advance.

What a rare feat, leading the pack…

Everyone will have to address you as uncle master, senior, revered in front of others, right?

Be thankful to me.

Where else in the world could you find someone so willing to help others?”

The more Tang Yan listened, the more his heart raced because everything the Sword Cultivator said was not fabricated…

This was also why he felt palpitations after realizing his power was growing too rapidly!

He did not want to form a Core now; otherwise, why bother suppressing himself so much?

But this Sword Cultivator had dug such a huge pit for him right from the start, which was even more painful than killing him.

After decades of hard work to obtain the Spiritual Green from Outer Space, and now…

Previously the Sword Cultivator was silent and reticent, but now he was all poison-tongue, “Your only chance is, before you succeed in Core Formation, kill me and leave this world!

Come on, show me your methods, insisting on such trickery instead of fighting with integrity.

Wouldn’t honesty be better?”

Tang Yan fell into disarray, never in his life of Cultivation had he encountered such a difficult choice.

It was no longer a question of whether to take a risk but finding himself on the edge of a precipice, to jump or not to jump?

The Sword Cultivator’s words made a lot of sense.

If he gambled his life now, he still had a chance, but what if it was just the Sword Cultivator’s bluff…

This was a devil; he finally realized his greatest mistake was confronting this person!