Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 823 - 818: Nixuan Part Four

Chapter 823: Chapter 818: Nixuan Part Four

Lin Xin was simply too powerful, enabling him to sever his own time from the surrounding space-time. His formidable cultivation and physical prowess allowed part of his time to remain in a normal state, while the other part operated at an extremely slow pace.

Because of the peak Heavenly Venerable’s body, his reaction speed was terrifyingly fast.

A minute for mortals was equivalent to an hour for them, and if they wished, it could equate to a day, a month, or even a year!

Under such conditions, the Heavenly Venerable’s body could decelerate to a terrifying degree, effectively extending their lifespan.

Now, Fang Yu’s Thirty-Six Diminishing Time Fists magnified this effect infinitely. It also indirectly deprived this individual time, essentially taking away Lin Xin’s lifespan!

Lin Xin immediately understood the principle of this fist technique in his mind.

The adjustment of the Heavenly Venerable’s time state was a natural cosmic law, so even he could not stop it.

Fang Yu’s accomplishments in this area far surpassed his control over his own time.

Therefore, the outcome was unfortunate.

Boom!!!

The second round of fist imprints struck his chest hard.

Strangely, no sound came, no pain came, and there was no sense of touch.

Boom!!

The third round of fist imprints arrived.

The fourth round!

The fifth round!

The sixth round!!

One round after another, fist imprints continuously flew out, stacking on Lin Xin’s chest.

He vaguely understood Fang Yu’s plan, and his face twisted ferociously.

Lin Xin opened his mouth slowly, trying to say something, but no sound came out.

Far away, gazing at Lin Xin in the sky, Fang Yu wiped the blood off his face.

"Farewell, Sherie Divine Monarch."

The thirty-sixth round!

The transparent fist imprints had already densely stacked in the hundreds on Lin Xin’s chest.

Fang Yu extended his hand and made a slight grasping motion toward Lin Xin.

"Die!"

His hand clenched forcefully!

Boom!!!!

"Ah!!!"

A sharp scream echoed from afar.

Yao YuanHui and others, under the protection of Guanyin Bodhisattva, arrived too late.

They happened to witness the scene of hundreds of fist imprints exploding on Lin Xin.

"Honored Master!!!"

She screamed instantly, her blood boiling, almost fainting.

It was Lin Xin who rescued her from a desolate small world, bringing her, along with her senior and junior brothers and sisters, to see the endless void outside.

Her feelings for Lin Xin had always been deep, and even without the binding contract, she always obeyed him unconditionally.

For although the contract was strict, Lin Xin never used it to restrain his disciples, not even once.

But at this moment, seeing Lin Xin’s body explode in mid-air.

That eerie and powerful transparent fist imprint could actually blast apart the tremendously strong body of the Honored Master.

Something in Yao YuanHui’s heart seemed to break.

A torrent of intense grief surged from her heart.

"How is this possible....!?"

Guanyin was equally unbelievable on his face.

"The physical strength of Sherie Divine Monarch... not even Fang Yu could compare. How could his defense be broken so easily?"

He tightly held the Purifying Bottle, his expression becoming grim.

In a battle between Constellation Level Heavenly Venerables, even he was powerless. Although he was once the Evil God King with the unkillable trait, his own strength was insufficient now.

Back then, he scattered countless avatars to the Myriad Realms to avoid the great calamity. Though he had surpassed several, his strength had also weakened greatly.

If it were before, he might have been able to intervene, but now....

"Infinite Lifespan Buddha.... The Divine Monarch still has a final breath left, Fuhu Arhat!"

He said softly.

"Present!"

Although Fuhu Arhat was unwilling, he still obeyed and stood out.

"What are the Bodhisattva’s orders?"

"If something happens to me, you will lead the retreat."

Guanyin already had the resolve to die. Though he was an Evil God King now a Bodhisattva of Buddhism, undying and unperishable, he had no confidence in facing a terrifying great calamity like Fang Yu.

"Bodhisattva!"

Fuhu Arhat was instantly shocked.

Other Arhats also joined in persuading him through transmitted voice.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Fang Yu in the sky laughed wildly.

At some point, he was holding a long silver longsword. It was Lin Xin’s Sword of Rage.

"So, that’s how it is.... so it is.....!!!!"

His expression was joyful but contained a hint of sadness, as if he had discovered some great secret.

Guanyin’s expression grew solemn, his whole body surging with white light, preparing to rush up and duel with Fang Yu at the fastest speed.

Bang!!

Suddenly, a silver arm extended from the sword blade, grabbing Fang Yu’s face.

"You cannot kill me!"

A deep voice came from inside the blade.

"You!!?"

Fang Yu, startled and uncertain, loosened his grip on the Sword of Rage and grabbed the silver arm.

"It’s over."

Lin Xin crawled out of the sword blade, seemingly like liquid silver, converging into a complete human form mid-air.

He gripped Fang Yu’s head, an enormous force concentrating, a pressure ten times greater than before, exploding instantly.

Boom!!!

A black hole abruptly exploded in the air, the space breaking apart layer after layer! Purple-black sludge seeped through the cracks.

The entire Shadow Realm began to tremble.

Countless rocks, sand, air, and clouds all madly surged towards the place where the two were.

All of these rapidly compressed into a clear gelatinous substance, continuously diluting the purple-black sludge layer by layer around them.

In a flash, it seemed to form a sphere of transparent storm in midair.

Inside the sphere.

Lin Xin gripped Fang Yu’s head with one hand. Under the silver arm, Fang Yu bled from his seven orifices, his eyes mere holes of blood.

Roar!!!!

He roared frantically, exerting all his strength to break free of Lin Xin’s silver arm. His eyes even ignited with black flames, his wings frantically flapping behind him.

"No!!!"

Crunch.

Lin Xin gripped Fang Yu’s head and tore it from his body with brute force.

The sound abruptly stopped.

Boom!!!

Fang Yu’s massive corpse exploded directly, the head and body turning into a gigantic black spherical cloud, spreading in all directions.

Immediately thereafter, the expanded cloud swiftly sucked back in.

In just a moment, it contracted into a pitch-black bead with a crack, floating in front of Lin Xin.

The bead silently shattered, turning to black powder, scattering in the air.

Lin Xin retracted his hand, suspended quietly in the air, savoring the previous battle.

Below, Guanyin and others had already watched in stunned silence.

"Fang Yu... is dead?"

Guanyin stared blankly at Lin Xin floating in midair.

This great battle, had it taken place anywhere else, would have destroyed several worlds. Fortunately, it occurred in the Shadow Realm. Though disturbances here would still affect the Void Great World, this place, unlike others, could regenerate.

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At the three Shadow Path exits of the Shadow Realm.

A young man in a black cloak stood on a rocky cliff, gazing into the direction of Shadow City. His eyes burned with black flames, as if piercing through everything to see what was happening there.

"Fang Yu... is dead."

"Killed by Sherie Divine Monarch’s sword."

"Saint Master?" A Black-clad person next to him asked respectfully.

"Do not call me Saint Master, the former Fang Yu is no more. I am now called Tong Tian!"

The man pulled his wide cloak, covering the black grotesque armor underneath.

"Let’s move, try to reach the tenth Heavenly Realm as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The people around him responded respectfully.

A group of black-clad individuals stepped forward, disappearing without a sound into the air before the Shadow Path.

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Lin Xin’s thousand-meter giant body suddenly exploded, a huge amount of white light shrinking and converging, absorbed into the seven-meter-tall core body.

He raised his four arms freely, one hand holding the Sword of Rage, another lightly congregating a massive ball of air to float in his hand.

The other pair of arms slowly formed hand seals, one after another.

The hand seals guided delicate strands of soul power within the ball of air, seemingly searching for something.

"Did Fang Yu really die just like that?"

Lin Xin wondered inwardly.

From beginning to end, from strength, to moves, to Fang Yu’s performance, everything perfectly indicated he was the real Fang Yu.

Yet, he still felt something was not right.

"Honored Master!!"

Yao YuanHui rushed into his arms from the side.

"Honored Master! I thought I would never see you again!!?"

She cried loudly, clearly terrified by the previous scene of Lin Xin’s death.

"It’s okay... it’s over."

Lin Xin’s expression softened, gently patting her back.

He regarded these disciples more like his own children and nephews.

And they mostly viewed Lin Xin with a sense of admiration and reverence akin to a father or elder.

"Sherie Divine Monarch." Guanyin Bodhisattva slowly floated up. His face now was gentle and relaxed. "With the major threat of Shadow City now removed, the remaining minor threats are negligible. It is time for us to return to the main sect."

He smiled, also appearing at ease.

"Earlier, watching the battle was an honor. The Divine Monarch’s divine power far exceeded our expectations. If it weren’t for the Divine Monarch, we might not have eradicated Shadow City."

"Bodhisattva is too kind. May I ask if you have seen the Taoist Lord of Fusion?"

Lin Xin asked casually.

"The Taoist Lord of Fusion took another Shadow Path. He should have arrived by now. Perhaps he encountered some obstacle causing a delay?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva speculated.

The Shadow Path is the most mysterious isolated tunnel in the Shadow Realm. No creatures inside could contact the outside world until they exited and used communication Dao Techniques.

"A delay?"

Lin Xin frowned slightly.

"It’s possible that the hidden Heavenly Venerables of Shadow City, besides Fang Yu, including Xing Pengfei, might have switched to the Taoist Lord of Fusion’s path."

"We should go and check."

Guanyin suggested.

"Very well."

Lin Xin nodded, then looked towards the many Arhat cultivators commanding the Dao Soldier Army.