Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 632 - 627 Lingering 1

Chapter 632: Chapter 627 Lingering 1

Red Flower Sword Path represents the purest form of swordsmanship.

Driven by the terrifying overall power of the Green Yuan Decision and the activation of the Extremely Speed Sword Talisman at the highest level of Rushing Thunder Sword, in this moment, the Red Flower Sword Intent finally burst forth with unprecedented force.

So swiftly that the three Protective Dragon Forms hadn’t even had the chance to react before it instantly slashed and killed Du Qijun, who was under their protection.

But this Sword Intent was ultimately born because of Xiao Lingling; every time Lin Xin used it, he couldn’t suppress memories of her.

Moreover, most of the swordsmanship techniques within the Red Flower Sword Path revolve around the Red Flower Sword Intent.

Although the techniques don’t draw upon an extraordinary amount of Heaven and Earth’s Elemental Energy and are considered only Foundation Establishment Swordsmanship, under Lin Xin’s immensely strong attributes and cultivation, they could maximally exhibit his terrifying attributes.

Du Qijun wasn’t dead yet; he was clutching his neck trying to stem the flow of blood. But the slender mark on his neck indicated that his entire head had been severed. Had it not been for his hands holding it, his head would have likely rolled away.

"Shengping... run!" His pupils dilating, he turned his head towards Dong Shengping suspended in midair.

But the latter had already passed out, the intense clash between golden light and white flames by his side had become too much to bear over time.

Crack.

The golden Dragon Talisman suddenly lit up with brilliant light, which this time, was far more dazzling and piercing than before.

The three dragon shapes swirling around Du Qijun also began to emit a golden hue, roaring ceaselessly as if becoming increasingly anxious.

And somehow, cracks had started to form above them.

Lin Xin blinked in surprise.

"Lin Xin, get back! That’s the Dragon Talisman self-destructing!" Feng Huai’s voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

Boom!!

The golden radiance was blinding as the Dragon Talisman suddenly shot up into the sky, hanging in midair. An invisible force completely immobilized the surrounding area.

This was the Polar Region unfolding, and moreover, it was a powerful Polar Region autonomously activated by a treasure.

Lin Xin activated the Third Void Mirror, struggling to disentangle himself and rapidly retreated.

In an instant, ten thousand golden lights radiated.

He just managed to arrange a layer of sword screens with his Dual Swords in front of him when a massive, wild force brutally slammed into him head-on.

He was pinned to the ground, dragged backward by the tremendous force.

Countless white Purifying Flames were like confetti, scattered and extinguished midair by the terrifying storm generated by the golden light.

The golden Dragon Talisman was slowly lifting Du Qijun’s body higher.

Rip!

A wound slowly split open down the middle of Du Qijun’s body.

A clean cut from the neck to the groin.

Slowly.

From within the wound, a delicate and slender blue claw extended outwards.

This claw had three nails, crafted like crystal, each one with delicate etchings and hollow patterns.

On the back of its claw was a round hole, within which blue lightning flowed, and occasionally, shadows resembling serpents swam around.

Just as Lin Xin steadied himself, he saw the claw slowly reaching out. Du Qijun’s body dripped with blood following the cut, but most of it was being absorbed by the claw.

There was no oppressive force, no field of energy, not even the expected aura of Protective Aura. The claw seemed more like a crafted artifact.

But deep inside, Lin Xin felt an uncontrollable surge of fear, sorrow, confusion, and bewilderment.

"It’s the Ice Crystal Blood Curse!" Feng Huai’s expression was grave as he retreated backwards instead of advancing.

"I knew it; Du Qijun wouldn’t go down so easily, someone’s backing him up!"

He swooped past Lin Xin’s side, holding in his hand a dark golden piece of paper with a white skeletal figure drawn in the center.

"The person behind him is summoning the Colorful Kirin Dragon Demon from the Nightmare Realm, using the Dragon Talisman as a sacrifice! Brother Lin, fall back, I’ll handle the rest!"

Without wasting words, Lin Xin lightly touched the ground with his toes and landed beside the Green Lake Mountain group at the doorway.

At this point, all the white Purifying Fire and golden light inside the hall had been extinguished. Only the blue claw that extended from the body of Du Qijun shone brightly, spreading its light across the floor and cast a pale blue hue on every face.

Lin Xin, having retreated to the area where the Green Lake group stood, felt inexplicably relieved as all the negative emotions suddenly dissipated.

Clearly, Feng Huai had made preparations in advance.

"The Colorful Kirin Dragon Demon! What on earth is it..." He stared intently at the claw, a powerful instinct born from his Evasion Attribute telling him that if he got too close, not only would he die, but no one present would survive!

"Brother Lin, one of the missions that Brother Feng took on before included investigating recent unusual anomalies in the Nightmare Realm," said Zheng Rong, the deputy chief, volunteering the information.

"The legend says Colorful Kirin Dragon Demons are terrifying beings banished to the Nightmare Realm by the Dragon King clan. They are monsters that manipulate minds and souls. Their true forms exist in a state of illusion, unaffected by direct attacks. Only through a soul confrontation can their full visage be revealed. They are rumored to be at least Sixth Rank."

"You mean, a Sixth Rank without a physical form?" Lin Xin’s heart chilled.

"Exactly," Zheng Rong intently watched the battle, "Quick, look! Brother Feng has started to make a move."

Lin Xin saw it too; Feng Huai had positioned himself under Du Qijun. In his hand, he clutched a dark golden sheet of paper, raised high.

By now, the claw had nearly fully extended, with the crystal-clear forelimb faintly visible behind it.

"Stop!"

Feng Huai let out a ferocious roar, dashing towards the vicinity at extreme speed.

The dark golden piece of paper suddenly emanated a white light from its center, and the white skeleton painted on it flew out, violently striking the blue claw.

The skeleton shattered and exploded, yielding countless streaks of icy-white fluid that instantly doused the claw, along with Du Qijun’s body, completely freezing and immobilizing them.

Almost at that instant, a roar echoed from behind the claw, mixed with the shrill, furious screams of a woman.

Crash!

The layer of ice shattered, and Du Qijun’s body broke into countless pieces of ice. The claw was also blown off in one strike.

A white ice storm exploded, and the blinding white light that followed forced everyone to hastily close their eyes to avoid being burned.

Yet Lin Xin could see clearly. As the ice storm dispersed, the claw fell and was precisely caught by the dark golden paper in Feng Huai’s hand, melting into it.

Only then did he wipe the sweat from his forehead with force.

"Mission accomplished!"

He quickly retreated back to the group from Green Lake Mountain.

Feng Huai approached Lin Xin.

"We must leave immediately. This energy storm is not naturally occurring."

"Is the mission complete?"

Lin Xin asked in a low voice.

"Where’s the Snowman King’s courage?" he continued.

"Isn’t this it?" Feng Huai suddenly raised his hand, displaying two pale yellow tokens.

Lin Xin smiled as well, taking out the other two tokens he had snatched.

When the four tokens came together, they immediately melted into one, forming a new, pristine and solid stone plaque engraved deeply in the center with a strange and simple symbol.

"Is this the secret treasure that can awaken reincarnation memories?" Lin Xin looked curiously at the item, being a reincarnated individual himself, he naturally knew the immense benefits that came with the awakening of memories.

"We can’t take this thing," Feng Huai said with a wry smile. "Believe it or not, Lin Brother, if we keep this thing, or secretly use it ourselves, within a month, everyone in our team will die a violent death."

Lin Xin felt a chill in his heart. He knew this was the predetermined owner of the item.

"What about those people?"

He looked towards a corner of the hall, where Song Danhao and his two companions were huddled together in a sorry state, a silver shield standing in front of them protecting their bodies, its luminescence flickering. It remained unscathed even after the burn of the Purifying Flames, clearly an Immortal Soldier of a high rank.

Yet, Song Danhao and the others had already passed out, oblivious to everything.

"How convenient these tokens appeared..." Zheng Rong suddenly spoke coldly.

"Yes, quite convenient," Feng Huai shook his head. "Let’s go. We’ve already made a fortune with this thing. To take any more, even I wouldn’t be able to make it out of here!"

He stepped to the center of the group, plucked a lustrous green jade hairpin from the ground, and led the way out.

"Lin Brother helped me complete the mission; the reward promised to you will be delivered immediately after I receive my half. As for this claw of the colorful Qilin dragon demon, it can be used to refine at least two batches of Primordial Soul Pills. We’ll each take a vial, and someone will deliver yours later," Feng Huai said softly.

"As for the junior brothers and sisters, they will receive Contribution Points as stipulated for the mission, and those who died in the line of duty will receive three times compensation. Their direct relatives will enjoy the Sect’s protection policy."

No one objected. After all, Lin Xin had been decisive throughout their journey, and Feng Huai had made the final call. The two of them taking the most precious parts was beyond dispute.

Only, the casualties this time were truly tragic.

"Then what do we do with this person!"

A cultivator brought over Dong Shengping, who had already lost consciousness.

"Kill him," Lin Xin said indifferently as he glanced at the man, "No, just killing him would be letting him off too easily. Hand him over to me."

He had almost tortured the foolish sister to death, a little slower, and he would have met up with her in the Underworld.

It just so happened he currently needed some test subjects to study the anatomical structure of human bodies in the Mortal Realm.

The group, carrying the wounded, began to retreat. Lin Xin was the last to approach Song Danhao, placing the Snowman King’s courage gently on the ground beside him.

All of this was already a predestined script.

He even suspected that the foolish sister was also a predetermined participant.

But it was still too early to confirm this at the moment.

If later on, Lin Yaoyang becomes entangled in this as well, it might indeed be a prearranged plan.

Xia may be powerful, but Green Lake Mountain is not something he can manipulate at will. Judging from his attitude towards Green Lake Mountain, the strength of this Sect is far greater than he imagined. If it was truly arranged by him, the traces were too obvious.

"Forget it, there’s no use thinking about it for now, let’s head back to the domain."

As the group left the hall, they saw outside a large number of snow-white ice sculptures, embedded in the black ground between the River of Resentment and the great hall’s doors.

Every single person from the two factions of Heavenly Vista Sect was frozen solid by the recent ice storm, transformed into icy pillars.

A Green Lake disciple stepped forward to inspect them.

"It’s death ice; they’re gone," he said, shaking his head slightly.

"Death ice is one of the most basic natural disasters of the Nightmare Realm. It’s their own fault for encountering it," Feng Huai commented indifferently. These people had secretly followed the path they opened and hovered outside without entering, obviously waiting with ulterior motives. Their punishment was justified.