Light Fortress
Chapter 83 - 81: Song of the Water Dragon

Chapter 83: Chapter 81: Song of the Water Dragon

Dozens of Black Shadows surged forward.

Gu Shen clutched the Truth Ruler tightly, staring intently at the pitch-dark world before him. The strength of the Truth Ruler depended on the host’s spiritual power, and whether his currently deployed domain could withstand such a level of impact... remained unknown.

These shadows that had landed seemed to possess a mass heavier than that of ordinary people... When they started running, the ground trembled, mud splashed, and Gu Shen, leaning against the stone wall, felt distinct vibrations.

He watched the silver line nervously.

Could it hold?

With a "hum"!

It was no longer a silent slicing, but a faint booming sounded the moment dozens of shadows surged into the domain of the silver line, and Gu Shen felt a sharp increase in the spiritual power being drained from his mind, the pain at the back of his head as if a steel chisel had been deeply embedded.

The tightly-stretched silver line then snapped.

Immediately following that, a continuous rustling sound rang out as the continuous silver lines, impacted and shattered under the illumination of Chi Huo, projected a cool, snow-white, chilly light like tearing fabric.

Meanwhile, the seven or eight tall shadows at the forefront were also invisibly sliced open—

Bursting through the domain of the silver line, they too had paid a price.

"This is... the silver line!"

This time, Qu Shui clearly saw Gu Shen’s method.

In the narrow kiln cave, numerous silver threads hung densely, these threads even finer than hair yet as taut as blades, cutting upon touch, let alone when sprinting at full force...

The girl’s expression turned dark.

She hadn’t expected that Doctor Xiao Gu, who usually appeared gentle and refined, would act so viciously when making a move.

First, he attacked her with silver arrows, then laid out the strangling threads. If she had approached him immediately... she might have already been decapitated.

"Capture him, I want him alive."

After regaining her composure, Qu Shui coldly dropped this sentence and slowly backed away. She stood outside the kiln cave, outside this battle, dispassionately watching the situation inside... Now that she had grasped Gu Shen’s method, there was nothing to worry about; it was merely a tug-of-war now.

Her laboriously collected shadows were numerous!

Unfortunately, once these shadows solidified and were then sliced up, they could not be revived.

However... this loss was insignificant.

If only she could cut off Gu Shen’s shadow... Gu Shen’s shadow, more valuable than all of theirs combined, maybe, she could even snip off that lovely flame at the center of Gu Shen’s brow and claim it for herself.

...

...

"She has calmed down... now she wants to engage in a tug-of-war with me."

Watching Qu Shui slowly exit the kiln cave, Gu Shen’s expression barely changed.

This was within his expectations.

Provoking the opponent was to maximize the potential of killing the shadows while the silver line domain was still intact!

His biggest worry was that the Truth Ruler couldn’t withstand the impact... but evidently, things were better than he had anticipated; the silver line domain had been broken halfway by the impact of the shadows, but it had also killed eight.

These shadows themselves did not possess any additional attributes, seemingly retaining only the "strength" of the original hosts, without any characteristics like burning or erosion.

If that was the case... then they were merely moving, tall wooden figures.

Gu Shen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Silver line... withdraw!"

The Truth Ruler vibrated fiercely again with a thunderous roar, the silver lines shattered into scattered fragments, and these fragments, symbolizing spiritual power, did not dissipate into the air but were gathered by a tornado, swiftly converging towards the tiger’s mouth of Gu Shen’s raised hands—

In his mind, Gu Shen visualized Nan Jin handing him that blade on the rooftop.

He needed a blade.

A blade extremely sharp, sharp enough to cleave through anything.

"Boom—"

As the wind swept in, Gu Shen opened his eyes, his pupils neither panicked nor fearful, only supremely calm. In that instant, only one thing remained in Gu Shen’s view.

It was a towering shadow nearly two meters tall, more robust than the other shadows, stooping to crush a rock and then charging towards Gu Shen with overwhelming force like a wild beast, accompanied by a roaring gale, like a silent roar.

He filled Gu Shen’s entire field of vision.

And in the next moment, his vision was occupied by a swath of blade light, clear and piercingly bright.

Gu Shen’s hands loosely gripped the Truth Ruler, which was filled with a snowy white light and solidified into a slender and elongated Tang Blade, narrow and straight, with a long handle and a blade edge emanating a chilling coldness.

He stepped forward and swung the blade he had practiced under Nan Jin’s guidance in the underground arena for fifteen grueling days.

Thousands, tens of thousands of times of relentless practice daily.

Just for this one stroke.

The final test had not required it, but today it was utilized.

The light blade made contact with the air, as though piercing into a lake, and with each degree of pressure exerted by the blade, the air shattered like a lake, forced into dazzling waves of silver light, with the very tip of the blade resembling a collapsing water tornado.

In an instant.

The leading shadow’s head collapsed, as if it had smashed into a meat grinder, and in the next moment, the entire pitch-black skull was engulfed and obliterated by the water tornado enshrouded by the blade’s edge, with a ripping sound like fabric tearing apart. And this was just the fierceness of Gu Shen’s swing halfway through as he knelt down and put all his strength into completing the stroke!

Thus, this streak of sharpness illuminated the entire dark cavern in silvery white brilliance.

The tremendous Sword Gang Tornado roared and struck, maximizing its deadly power amidst the cramped geography, sweeping the other shadows aside in its roll, instantaneously shredding them without exception.

"Boom!"

On the river bank in the deep of night, a dragon seemed to roar.

Majestic river waters surged forth, blasting a huge column of water.

It was a moment before tranquility returned.

The water droplets fell scattered.

The night remained pitch black, silent.

Qu Shui stood outside the cavern, trying hard to discern the scene inside, but she could see nothing. Her vision was already blurred with blood, and the bright light had just dazzled her eyes, leaving her in complete darkness.

A buzzing sound echoed incessantly by her ears.

"Don’t move."

A calm voice tinged with a hint of fatigue sounded in front of her.

She shivered subconsciously, a stabbing pain passing through her neck.

Her vision gradually improved a bit, and she could see the scene in front of her... a slender silver Tang Blade’s tip pressed against her neck.

The person holding the blade was Gu Shen.

Qu Shui had not yet recovered from the shock of that blade, her expression bewildered.

Gu Shen held the silver blade tightly, staring at the girl intently. He could understand her shocked expression, as even he was amazed by the effect of that stroke.

The transformative power of the Truth Ruler seemed stronger than he had imagined.

However, the consumption of that blade was also immense.

After that stroke, he was completely drained. If he had started using his trump card right away and had not killed all those shadows, then he... would probably have been finished.

It took Qu Shui a long time to gather her wits. She laughed self-deprecatingly, her voice hoarse as she asked, "You... practice with a blade?"

Gu Shen shook his head, telling the truth, "I practiced for fifteen days, just learned a little bit."