Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 865: Revised - 860 Farewell 2

Chapter 865: Revised: Chapter 860 Farewell 2

Deep in the grasslands, a stumbling, dirty girl was hastily flying away on a red folding fan.

Beside the girl lay a hunched elderly man. He was unconscious, either asleep or a corpse, completely motionless, with no signs of breathing or heartbeat.

The girl glanced down at the old man, her eyes filled with pain.

When she looked up again, her gaze turned instantly cold.

She flew at high speed, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings, seemingly searching for something.

Swish!

Suddenly, a beam of black light came shooting toward her from the sky ahead.

Startled, the girl quickly maneuvered the fan toward the ground.

In a swift move, she, along with the fan and the old man, disappeared into the ground.

The black light streaked past above her, vanishing in the direction she came from.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Immediately, dozens to hundreds of black lights followed, shooting in the direction from which she had fled.

Once the black lights had completely disappeared,

the girl slowly emerged from the grass, drenched in cold sweat.

"The Black Light Army... That madman actually provoked the Black Light Army!?" She was filled with terror.

Her grandparent’s sect had been destroyed by a single soldier from the Black Light Army.

It was one of the ten most elite legions among the Dual-Horned People, a force so formidable that even the Vice Sect Hierarch of the Golden Lotus Cult had once fled in terror, unable to withstand them.

That heartless scoundrel’s broadcast had reached the entire world, and she had heard it too.

Back then, she had coldly sneered, knowing that the madman would meet a grim fate sooner or later, though she didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

"When the Black Light Army mobilizes, even Cahill, a dragon general of the Dragon Crown Realm, would avoid their edge.

Heh... Serves you right! This time, I want to see how you die!"

If that person had saved her grandparent, maybe she would consider informing the Golden Lotus Cult and the Black Lotus Sect, perhaps even requesting a Vice Sect Hierarch’s intervention to save him.

But now...

She merely wished the person would die faster!

"Indeed, good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil!"

Watching the direction the Black Light Army left, the girl turned and took off in a different direction, quickly disappearing beyond the grassland.

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Outside the Heroic Song City.

Lin Xin focused his attention on the dual-horned person standing on the dragon’s head.

From her aura alone, she was much more powerful than the dual-horned people he had seen before, almost as if they were from different species.

Their source of power seemed to originate from the horns on their heads.

The moment she arrived, she babbled a lot in an unknown language.

Lin Xin didn’t listen, nor did he care.

All he wanted was any news about Hongye.

After questioning her without getting a clear answer, he didn’t want to say more.

Cahill stood before him, her lips moving incessantly, looking like a goldfish swimming in water. It annoyed him.

"Annoying thing. Better to kill it."

He slowly extended his right arm, palm facing down.

Ssss...

A fearsome, invisible force emanated from his palm as a white current rapidly condensed in the air beneath it.

The current spun at high speed, producing a screeching and grinding sound.

"Foolish!" Cahill drew her gigantic sword, realizing all her previous threats were in vain, her anger flaring.

Space around the sword’s blade warped violently, black spatial cracks splitting open and spreading outwards.

"Spirit Contract!" she shouted. Her body writhed and pulsated even more fiercely.

Pop!

Lin Xin grasped the ball of white current, hearing a sizzling sound.

The current ball exploded in his hand, shooting out two streams of white mist which materialized into a ten-meter-long white sword blade.

Lin Xin lightly waved the Qi Sword and closed his eyes. Familiar sword forms and techniques surged in his mind.

Boom!

A bolt of deep blue lightning flashed across the sky.

The lightning lit up Lin Xin’s face, casting a pale glow.

He slowly lifted his sword.

"Supreme Divine Wind..."

Countless blue streaks of lightning, like flowing water, frantically converged on the Qi Sword, seemingly endless.

"Zhaoming!" Lin Xin’s eyes snapped open, silver-black star rivers swirling within.

Crack!

The Qi Sword blade exploded, releasing an infinite blinding white light, like a supernova.

It wasn’t just white light, but countless hair-thin, terrifying sword qis.

Millions, billions of sword qis radiated out in all directions like the morning sun.

"Dragon Soar Sword Technique: Thousand Flames Slash!!"

Cahill’s giant sword slashed horizontally, looking at the endless sword qi, her heart filled with dread.

The quantity far exceeded that of ordinary experts of the same level.

But she was unafraid; courage and will, combined with True Yuan, made the sword qi seem paper-thin and easily breakable.

Invisible flames erupted around the giant sword as Cahill swung it forward in a horizontal slash.

With a sharp sound,

spatial cracks spiderwebbed out from the sword’s blade, spreading in all directions.

The remaining intact space around the sword distorted, warped like objects in a funhouse mirror.

Thud!

The giant sword collided fiercely with the incoming white sword qis.

"Useless, your sword qi may seem numerous, but it lacks substance, it has no..."

Bang!

The giant sword exploded, countless white sword qis roared toward her.

Cahill’s face twisted in shock and she tried to retreat. But it was too late.

With a hiss, a length of white sword qi thrust through from her back, piercing out her chest.

She turned her head in disbelief, seeing the overwhelming number of sword qis swarming in from behind.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Numerous sword qis penetrated her from every direction, her body unable to withstand Lin Xin’s terrifying 40 million-plus damage attribute.

In an instant, her body was riddled with holes like a sieve, constantly being pierced through again and again.

Red blood sprayed from her body, front and back, like raindrops.

The Red Dragon beneath her howled in sorrow, trying to lunge forward.

But it was too late; countless other sword qis followed suit, drilling into the Red Dragon’s massive body.

Its hard scales offered no resistance.

In an instant, it was pierced through.

"This... isn’t True Yuan..." The light in Cahill’s eyes faded quickly, but she still showed deep unwillingness.

She hadn’t even used her strongest sword form, merely losing due to misjudging her opponent’s offense.

She had used her usual method for dealing with True Yuan to handle this, and the result was inevitable.

With her sword shattered, she had no second chance and perished on the spot.

"Indeed, this is not True Yuan." Lin Xin dispersed the Qi Sword in his hand. The opponent was strong; in terms of Void experts, she was on the level of an Earth Immortal.

That alone was the strength of a dominion overlord.

But in his eyes, she was still an ant. If not for trying out new sword techniques, he could have struck her down with one blow.

Hearing his answer, the last glimmer in Cahill’s eyes faded away.

With a whoosh,

her body turned black and gradually disintegrated into black ash from her feet to her head.

Lin Xin could even hear the greedy, sucking sound of the surrounding space.

It was the Netherworld devouring her body.

"The Netherworld..."

Lin Xin squinted, suppressing the urge to use Divine Skills to seize the corpse. Now was not the time to alert the Netherworld.

"Kill!!!"

From afar, he could hear urgent cries of battle.

A sharp, murderous aura, like a blade, cut through the air toward him.

"Is this aura also aimed at me?"

Lin Xin glanced at the disintegrating body of Cahill and the Red Dragon, faintly guessing a possibility.

"That’s the Black Light Army."

A familiar voice came from Lin Xin’s right.

The voice belonged to a middle-aged man, rich and magnetic, with an air of indifference.

Upon hearing it, Lin Xin’s eyes narrowed, swiftly turning to the right.

Hongye’s familiar yet unfamiliar figure entered his view.

"Hongye... Senior..."

"It’s been many years. Seems like you’re doing well."

Hongye looked at him, a faint smile on his face.

He hadn’t been this coherent in a long time.

Now he could stay clear-headed for six hours a day.

"Thanks to you, Senior, I’m managing." Lin Xin tried to smile, but no matter how hard he tried, it was merely a stiff, forced expression, perhaps not even a smile, just the pulling of facial muscles.

"The Black Light Army, one of the ten expedition legions, it’s powerful even in the Void. Can you handle it?" Hongye looked at Lin Xin with interest.

"Senior," Lin Xin didn’t answer his question. "Junior is here to fulfill my promise from back then."

"You really want to rescue me?"

Hongye was slightly moved.

Through the years, he had planted numerous seeds, countless threads of cause and effect, innumerable hopes, all numbed by repeated failure.

In terms of rescue, after sending Lin Xin out, he managed to send dozens more out of the Netherworld—those with lighter entanglements.

These people were bound by the same promise as Lin Xin.

But over the years, he had heard nothing. Many backed off soon after learning of the Netherworld’s horrors and deliberately forgot the pact.

As the other end of the cause and effect chain, with Hongye’s abilities, he could naturally sense these changes.

But because of this, he recognized the sincerity and determination in Lin Xin’s words.

"Do I seem like someone who jokes?" Lin Xin replied flatly. "But before that, I need your help, Senior."

"What do you need?" Hongye asked directly, his previously casual demeanor turning serious.

He could feel Lin Xin’s unyielding determination, a strength so pure and formidable that it moved even him.