Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 368 - 356 Hundred Ghosts Sword (3/3)

Chapter 368: Chapter 356 Hundred Ghosts Sword (3/3)

Though the Swift Cloud Radiant Step was incomparably fast, there was a process needed to accelerate from a standstill to maximum speed!

Cangao Mingfeng might not have used his Domain, but the speed of his strikes was hardly slower than the thought-to-action speed of a Domain, not giving Zhou Heng any time to activate his Swift Cloud Radiant Step. He could only make a move to block.

The Black Sword thrust out, Leaf Falling Destiny Extinct!

This was an Immortal Technique, not only immensely powerful but also capable of affecting the will of the opponent, truly formidable. However, when Zhou Heng attacked with his sword, Cangao Mingfeng remained completely unaffected, and the thrust of his white bone claw did not slow in the slightest!

Its body might once have belonged to a Divine Infant Realm Emperor, but its true master had long since died, and now it was just a walking corpse!

Without consciousness, emotions, or fear, it naturally could not be affected by the artistic conception of the Feiyu Seven Swords.

With a thought from Zhou Heng, Deities appeared, a golden figure brandishing a purple Heavenly Dragon aflame, slashing towards Cangao Mingfeng.

This specifically vanquished evil creatures!

Cangao Mingfeng’s attack noticeably faltered! Originally, Zhou Heng was an entire Great Realm below him, and it should have been impossible to affect him, but what could he do if Cangao Mingfeng was but a walking corpse and Purple Flame Heavenly Fire was specifically designed to vanquish evil creatures!

After the brief pause, Cangao Mingfeng’s claw once again pressed down.

But this moment of hesitation was enough for Zhou Heng, who had already accelerated. The Swift Cloud Radiant Step unfolded, and the Black Sword danced in the air.

And for the others, this moment was also sufficient!

They were all strong cultivators of the Nascent Soul and Divine Infant Realms; they just had not been able to react in time because their spirits were still recovering from the sheer shock. But as soon as the fight between Zhou Heng and Cangao Mingfeng commenced, they all snapped back to reality.

—There were Treasures hidden beneath the hole, definitely of Immortal Level!

Take them!

Isn’t this why they had come here?

If Cangao Mingfeng had been of the Divinity Transformation Realm, they would have had no choice but to back off. But now it was the end times of the Martial Path, where no one of the Divinity Transformation Realm appeared. Could it be that among them there were no Divine Infant Realm Experts?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, figures rushed in, launching attacks on Cangao Mingfeng one after another.

It must be said that Cangao Mingfeng was indeed powerful. As a walking corpse with no pain or fear and seemingly no vital spots, and with exceptionally sturdy bones, it could easily take on five or even ten opponents of the same Realm without flinching.

However, there were certainly no shortage of Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarchs here, and together with even more Nascent Soul Realm Old Ancestors, they unleashed Domain attacks from afar. Even if they couldn’t hurt Cangao Mingfeng, they could hinder his advance, making it so this walking corpse could barely take a step!

Once Cangao Mingfeng was held back, the alliance of over sixty cultivators instantly collapsed, each of them making moves to explore the hole below, seeking to seize the Immortal Objects.

Bang! Boom! Clang!

Loud sounds echoed as a great melee unfolded. Everyone started attacking different opponents, and whoever came closest to the hole immediately became the target of a collective onslaught, with not a single person managing to get anywhere near the hole.

Luckily this was a structure of the Immortal Realm, exceedingly sturdy. Despite the fierce energy buffeting about, where the aftermath could easily tear apart a Spirit Sea Realm Expert, it did little more than kick up some dust here, not even damaging a floor tile.

"Ancestor Grandfather!" Cangao Mulan kept calling out, seemingly attempting to awaken the old corpse’s consciousness.

"Third Princess, the old Emperor has become a walking corpse, controlled by someone else. Don’t waste your efforts in vain!" Several of her Nascent Soul Realm Expert companions around her advised. The place wasn’t just full of people from the Heavenly Demon Dynasty; would the strong members of the Night Demon Clan and the human race allow them to "communicate" with Cangao Mingfeng?

"Who is it? Who’s controlling Ancestor Grandfather!" Cangao Mulan’s eyes blazed with fury. Death was a significant matter, and corpses should rest peacefully in the ground. Desecrating graves was a heinous and lowly act. Yet now, someone had done just that, and to none other than the Heavenly Demon Dynasty’s own past Emperor, igniting her rage.

Yet in Zhou Heng’s mind, the mastermind behind the scenes was the Mao Family, who had also received the legacy of the Ghost Corpse Sect. They had ways to turn dead corpses into walking ones!

Unfortunately, he did not know that Cangao Mingfeng had ventured into the Poisonous Vast Sea seeking a breakthrough to the Divinity Transformation Realm, which was one of the Four Great Death Places. Not even the audacious Mao Family would dare to go there to grave-rob!

Besides, being called a sea, the Poisonous Vast Sea was vast and extensive; finding a single corpse there would be incredibly difficult!

Zhou Heng merely thought the Mao Family had plundered the tomb of some prominent family of the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Dynasty, hence why they were able to raise such a powerful walking corpse, for how could he deduce the truth without proper information?

He glanced around and was surprised.

The melee was fiercely intense, but what was strange was that these devotees still possessed blank expressions, wandering around the room. Blades of Vigorous Qi flew past them, yet they acted as if they were unaware, the energy blasting through their bodies without effect!

Were they trained too well?

Zhou Heng approached, extended a hand toward one of the devotees, and grabbed at his shoulder. But when he tightened his five fingers, he ended up clenching a fist.

—The person before him was nothing but a bunch of void air!

Shadows flitted around Zhou Heng, moving back and forth, but now it was Zhou Heng who paid them no mind.

These people... they simply don’t exist!

They had all perished when this continent broke away from the Immortal Realm, but somehow, their spiritual senses, or rather their faith, their consciousness, hadn’t dissipated. They were like possessed by an obsession, still repeating their actions from when they were alive, praying and worshipping towards the statue of that woman.

And with the complete destruction of the stone statue, these lost faiths had become bewildered and directionless.

No wonder they ignored all intruders, no wonder they didn’t care about the fierce battles happening around them. They were merely wisps of faith, with only the consciousness of devout prayer!

This Fairy Continent, after all, had not a single survivor left!

Zhou Heng turned his gaze to the cave, wondering what exactly was emitting such a sinister Yin Qi from inside. This undeniably affected everyone, restraining the full potential of their strengths, but for entities that were inherently evil, it was of no consequence!

Cangao Mingfeng’s claws danced wildly. It was devoid of joy or anger, simply thrusting repeatedly towards the cave, attacking anyone blocking its path. Its strength wasn’t suppressed by the Yin Qi, and its combat power was superior to any other’s there.

If it had any intelligence, it would have thought to feign weakness, reduce the pressure on itself, then suddenly burst forth and rush into the cave to seize the treasure. With its terrifying defensive power, if it focused solely on fleeing, the likelihood of escape was extremely high—no one would be able to intercept it.

However, the price it paid to enhance its defensive power was a deficiency in intelligence. It knew only to charge forward mindlessly, drawing the majority of the attacks on the field towards itself.

Zhou Heng coldly observed from the sidelines, waiting for the best opportunity to make his move.

He remained still, naturally ignored by everyone. But should he attempt to seize the treasure within the cave, he would be met with thunderous takedowns.

The melee continued, with the Yin Qi billowing and multicolored lights sparkling amidst the continuous booming sounds. Every person was filled with desire for the mysterious Immortal Object.

Suddenly, a figure broke through the encirclement and fiercely entered the cave. Following that, he immediately burst into excited laughter, soared into the air, and in his hand, now held a dark red long sword, from which a chilling Yin Qi was emanating.

The person who succeeded was a Divine Infant Realm expert from the Night Demon Clan. He had been concealing his strength all along, remaining inactive and staying at the periphery of the battle. But taking advantage of the distraction when Cangao Mingfeng’s charge attracted many experts, he burst forth with all his might, entered the cave, and successfully obtained the Immortal Object!

Was that dark red long sword the Immortal Object?

There was no doubt. How else could it emit such a day-obscuring black light?

"Drop the sword!" everyone shouted, unwilling to see their struggles benefit someone else—who could be content with that?

The Night Demon expert immediately became the target of everyone’s attack, but he was unfazed. As he was about to swing the long sword in his hand, he suddenly let out a piercing scream, and his grip loosened, the dark red long sword dropping from his grasp!

A Divine Infant Realm expert losing his grip on a sword?

Although the crowd harbored doubts, their goal was to obtain the Immortal Object, so they didn’t dwell on it and scrambled for the sword.

"Hahaha!" After the Immortal Sword flew in the sky several times, it was seized by an expert with a horse’s head, who could have been from either the Night Demon Clan or the Heavenly Demon Clan. After capturing it, he too let out a triumphant laugh, his face filled with elation, but he immediately screamed as the sword slipped from his grip under the crowd’s assault.

Soon, a third person gained possession of the Immortal Sword. The pattern was the same—immense excitement followed by the sword slipping from their grasp!

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but find it strange—these were all Nascent Soul and Divine Infant Realm experts. If they weren’t willing to let go, who could force them to drop it unless they were killed in battle? But if they were giving it up voluntarily... that was even more peculiar!

Because after losing the Immortal Sword, those people went back into the fray, fighting frantically to claim it again. How could anyone believe that they were letting go on purpose!

Strange?

Whoosh!

After changing hands countless times, the Immortal Sword finally hurtled toward Zhou Heng, propelled by the tumult of force.

Since it came to him, how could he not take it!

Zhou Heng reached out to grab it, his golden little figure mimicking the action, drawing the Immortal Sword to him.

Holding Huo Tian in his left hand, he stowed the Black Sword into his Dantian Space first, then clenched his right hand, and the dark red long sword was now in his grasp. Instantly, a stream of information flooded his mind.

This sword, named the Hundred Ghosts Sword!

In battle, every slash would create a ghost creature to assist in combat, with the ghost creature’s Realm equivalent to that of the sword wielder, and the maximum number of ghost creatures capped at one hundred!

No wonder the previous holders were so excited—each slash was essentially summoning a doppelganger, and the quantity could reach up to a hundred!

A hundred Nascent Soul Realm ancestors joining forces could even pose a challenge to Divine Infant Realm opponents! Moreover, these evil ghosts could keep regenerating, only bound by a numerical limit!

Even someone as composed as Zhou Heng was somewhat shocked and thrilled, but he immediately wondered, what caused the previous holders to relinquish the sword again and again?

Just then, an indescribable, chilling, and bloodthirsty atmosphere surged from the Hundred Ghosts Sword, assaulting his Divine Sense!

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