Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 382 - 368 Encounter Battle (3/3)

Chapter 382: Chapter 368 Encounter Battle (3/3)

This damn donkey really is a disgrace!

Falling into a latrine pit while taking a dump, what an enormous disgrace? Anyone would find this unbearable!

That Black Donkey was spared from being dismembered by five horses back in the day solely because it was under the protection of Heavenly Venerate Xuanying. Even in Ancient Times, a Deity of the Divinity Transformation Realm would not be found everywhere; they were exceedingly rare beings, each one a prominent figure of the era, with the power to suppress heaven and earth.

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but sigh; being with this shameless donkey was simply attracting hatred towards himself!

"Old Man Fang, I only borrowed a Spirit Grass from you, and it’s been tens of thousands of years. You’re still nitpicking, truly petty!" Black Donkey added fuel to the fire, deliberately provoking the painful memories of the other.

As expected, upon hearing the Black Donkey’s words, the face of the man in black darkened. He summoned a dark green broadsword in his hand and slashed at Zhou Heng from the air, a sword aura chopping through the air, stirring up a giant wave.

"Zhou, save me!" Black Donkey cheekily hid behind Zhou Heng, making it clear that he was dragging Zhou Heng down with him.

This damned donkey!

Zhou Heng wouldn’t just stand by and watch someone die, what’s more, disaster for one would be a disaster for both. If Old Man Fang really overturned the wooden raft, he too would suffer! His brows slightly furrowed; while he could understand that Old Man Fang had every reason to be enraged, including him as a target of attack...that was too much!

In the eyes of the powerful, the weak were like ants, effortlessly crushed without a second thought. Why bother to care?

He too began to feel anger; this old guy was not any better!

"Go!" Zhou Heng punched out, dissipating the sword aura. A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he shouted, "Old coot, you act recklessly without consideration for others. Don’t you think you’re going too far?"

"Hmph, anyone who would associate with that damned donkey is no good either. What’s the big deal even if I kill them?" the man in black said coldly, his face full of malicious intent, void of any mercy.

Fuck, this really is an undeserved calamity!

Zhou Heng turned his head to look at Black Donkey, but the damned donkey just stuck its tongue out at him without a trace of guilt. He snorted and said, "Old man, if you insist on courting death, then I’ll oblige you!"

He vibrated his right hand and already had the Hundred Ghosts Sword in his hand. With a swoosh, he swung his sword, and the Sword Qi danced.

The distance between them was too great, and a considerable amount of Spiritual Power was consumed by the evil energy in the middle. Any attack would be unable to unleash its full power, but the Hundred Ghosts Sword was different; the Immortal Object itself was miraculous, and the Ghost Shadows it formed from condensed Spiritual Energy could fly out!

Of course, the Battle Power of these Ghost Shadows couldn’t compare to Zhou Heng, but with the same level of Spiritual Power, their strength was naturally formidable. Moreover, they held an advantage in numbers. With a hundred Ghost Shadows dancing together, even Zhou Heng himself would find it troublesome.

That would be even more true for the man in black.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, a series of Ghost Shadows emerged, each issuing a piercing shriek as they lunged at the man in black. The sky filled with evil energy boiled over, but it couldn’t prevent the advance of the Ghost Shadows.

"What is this thing!"

"So malevolent!"

The people on the three wooden rafts on the other side exclaimed, opening up their defenses. Those Ghost Shadows were indeed sinister and couldn’t be perfectly controlled by Zhou Heng. Their existence was meant for attacking, especially when they were so far away and beyond Zhou Heng’s control.

They each made a move, striking down at the Ghost Shadows. Amidst the rolling waves, one Ghost Shadow after another was annihilated.

Zhou Heng’s gaze sharpened; the other side possessed experts of the Divine Infant Realm with infinite Battle Power. No wonder they could easily annihilate the Ghost Shadows. And it was no surprise that they had survived the great storm a few days ago; if several Old Ancestors of the Divine Infant Realm joined hands, they could surely break through such a storm.

But the Hundred Ghosts Sword was continuously resurgent. As long as Zhou Heng kept running Spiritual Power and swinging it, there would be Ghost Shadows corresponding to his power level appearing. With his Spiritual Power unending and his actions non-stop, this could continue indefinitely.

It meant standing on an invincible ground!

Those on the other side immediately realized this and vigorously shook their Spiritual Power as they darted forward, evidently deciding not to continue this meaningless entanglement with Zhou Heng. They believed that once they reached land, they could carry out a decapitation strike and kill Zhou Heng directly; then they wouldn’t need to deal with the Ghost Shadows anymore.

Catch the thief by capturing the king, as the saying goes!

"Zhou, you’re becoming more and more formidable, even forcing Divine Infant Realm Old Ancestors to flee in fear!" Black Donkey flattered enthusiastically, its thieving eyes shining as it stared at the Hundred Ghosts Sword and suddenly bit down on it.

Zhou Heng quickly put the Hundred Ghosts Sword away; this damned donkey would have no qualms about biting the hand that feeds it.

"You’re too stingy! Zhou, you really don’t have any loyalty!" Black Donkey accused with righteous indignation.

Shameless to this degree, absolutely unrivaled in the world!

"Damned donkey, forget the Hundred Ghosts Sword and focus on the treasures ahead!" Zhou Heng said, trying to divert the damned donkey’s attention from eyeing the treasure on him.

"Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!" Remembering their initial objective, Black Donkey immediately got excited again, standing erect and pointing with a hoof towards the distance, "Donkey Master is going to loot all the treasures here clean!"

The wooden raft continued its journey, and two days later, land finally appeared ahead—a sea of blood-red earth that, when first glimpsed from the surface of the sea, looked like a swath of blazing clouds.

Upon spotting land, the distance was close at hand. In just half an hour, the wooden raft reached the shore. Zhou Heng and Black Donkey didn’t retrieve the raft; the vines serving as ropes were almost worn through. Besides, they had dozens of wooden rafts in reserve.

A man and a donkey set out, but they hadn’t gone far when they saw the people from the three rafts they’d previously encountered waiting for them up ahead—eleven individuals in total.

Zhou Heng could tell that seven of the individuals had varying cultivation levels, meaning the other four were Old Ancestors of the Divine Infant Realm.

"Donkey, you’ve done too many shameless things. All these people are waiting to tear you apart!" Zhou Heng said.

"Pah, it’s clearly because these people are coveting that ghost sword of yours. They’ve become greedy at the sight of treasure! Alas, how innocent I am, yet I must suffer because of you! My heart has been wounded, Zhou. Hurry up and give me that Hundred Ghosts Sword to make up for it!" Black Donkey brayed.

"Youngster, in reverence to the Great Eternal Emperor, hand over that treasured sword, and we will allow you to leave! However, that cheap donkey must stay!" the elder in black spoke, stepping forward.

Zhou Heng chuckled, "What grandeur! Such tyranny!"

"Youngster, don’t think that having a treasured sword means you can do as you please in this world!" interjected an elder in blue clothing. As one of the four Divine Infant Realm experts, his mere movement generated an immense pressure.

"It would take me but a flip of my palm to suppress you! Considering you are a descendant of the Great Emperor, hand over the treasure quickly and leave. Preserve the last traces of the Great Emperor’s bloodline!"

It seemed the Great Eternal Emperor’s renown was truly significant; although tens of thousands of years had passed, and this mightiest human had either turned to ashes or become an Immortal and left the Mortal Realm, those from the same era still maintained considerable respect for the Great Emperor.

Setting aside Zhou Heng’s monstrous nature, indeed, four Divine Infant Realm and seven Nascent Soul Realm Old Ancestors could easily suppress a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

Zhou Heng’s right hand flicked, and he summoned forth the Hundred Ghosts Sword, saying, "If you want the treasure, come and get it yourself!" He swung the long sword, initiating the attack, and as the sword moved, leaves fell like rain from the sky.

Feiyu Seven Swords’ first technique, Leaf Falling Destiny Extinct!

This time it wasn’t at sea, where they were far apart and the sword’s killing aura consumed their Spiritual Power. Zhou Heng stepped into the Swift Cloud Radiant Step and rapidly approached his opponents. As the sword’s momentum swirled, he ensnared all eleven in his attack.

"How audacious!"

The eleven powerhouses shouted in unison. Did this youngster really think he was a Divinity Transformation Realm Heavenly Venerate, daring to suppress them all alone? They had shown him leniency for the sake of the Great Eternal Emperor, but this youngster genuinely believed he was the reincarnation of the Great Emperor!

Boom, boom, boom! At that moment, all eleven powerhouses launched their attacks, especially the four Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Venerates, who spread their palms wide to crush Zhou Heng.

As leaves scattered in a colorful array, capturing the melancholy of farewells, all eleven found their assaults faltering under the spell of this sentiment.

This was an Immortal Technique!

Even if Zhou Heng’s Realm limited him from unleashing the full might of this swordsmanship, Immortal Techniques were still just that, and even a fraction of their power could stir up storms in the Mortal Realm!

What’s more, this Immortal Technique was executed with the use of the Hundred Ghosts Sword!

Swoosh, a ghostly shadow emerged, howling mournfully as it charged towards the eleven, an eerie sound so misaligned with the sentiment of parting that it sent shivers down the spine and the chilling Yin Qi caused the surrounding temperature to plummet.

"Stop!" Despite being a whole Great Realm higher than Zhou Heng, the four Divine Infant Realm Old Ancestors, being stronger deities, quickly regained their senses despite the interference, their faces burning with embarrassment.

——Although Nascent Soul and Divine Infant were both but a half-step from Immortality, the difference between their Great Realms was enormous. They had been affected by Zhou Heng’s mental assault, and although it was just for a mere moment, it was enough to shame them!

The four roared together, creating four terrifying soundwaves.

The power and deific energy they fused into the roar were nearly as potent as a direct attack. The soundwaves took shape, drawing upon nature’s spiritual energy to form a sword, a tiger, a leopard, and a mountain, each slashing, biting, pouncing, and suppressing Zhou Heng in turn.

Zhou Heng let out a long howl, devoid of fear, pushing the Swift Cloud Radiant Step to its limit. For the next five minutes, not even a Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarch could match his speed. In a flash, he was already out of the attack’s range.

With a sweep of his sword, he activated the second technique of the Feiyu Seven Swords.

A World Where Flowers Bloom.

Although the eleven Old Ancestors were aware that Zhou Heng’s swordsmanship could bewitch the heart, such was the power of an Immortal Technique that, even with their guard up, it was inevitable they’d still be affected, getting lost once more in a world brimming with blooming flowers.

"Bind!" One of the Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarchs finally exerted his power, locking onto Zhou Heng’s figure. With a single thought he attacked, and suddenly countless vines burst forth from nowhere, coiling around Zhou Heng.

With a sound, the vines tightly constricted, binding Zhou Heng firmly.

"Youngster, throw out the treasured sword, and you shall not die!" (To be continued. If you like this story, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) by casting your recommendation votes or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)