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Chapter 572: The Sword Master Dies!

Chapter 572: Chapter 572: The Sword Master Dies!

Ten Flame Dragon Soldiers.

At this very moment, they were tightly grasped in Tang Zhong’s hand.

In that instant, Tang Zhong felt his strength was far greater than before. Looking down at the weapon in his hand, he felt an unprecedented fighting spirit surging in his chest, as if it could erupt at any moment.

From a distance, the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain watched Tang Zhong holding the weapon, his entire being teetering on the brink of madness.

He could clearly see that Tang Zhong had regained control of the weapon, but that weapon should have been his.

"That weapon, that’s mine!" the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain roared.

Immediately, his thoughts sprung into action, and the Iron Dragon, which had been bound by chains, suddenly soared into the air, heading straight for Tang Zhong.

A multitude of swords rained down like a torrential sword rain.

"Boy, hand over the weapon in your possession, and I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, I will have you dead here and now. Don’t think that just because you obtained a weapon you have the power to defy me!" the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain bellowed, "I’m telling you, your end is nothing but a dead end!"

Just then, ten thousand swords flew toward Tang Zhong.

And Tang Zhong, holding the Ten Flame Dragon Soldiers, looked at the approaching blades and swept across with a single stroke.

In that instant, Sword Qi churned.

A powerful force burst forth from the Ten Flame Dragon Soldiers, and a phantom cleave could be seen.

It fiercely clashed with the blades, and instantly, a series of booming explosions rang out.

The incoming swords suddenly came to a halt in midair.

Then, before the eyes of all, they reversed direction and shot back out.

This scene left everyone astonished.

Even the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain hadn’t expected this, watching in disbelief as his own released swords now flew back toward him.

"Damn it, what’s going on?" the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain cried out in panic.

But the countless sword blades were already upon him; he tried to control them with his thoughts but found they were not heeding his command at all.

The Master from Hidden Sword Mountain hurriedly began to dodge, unable to believe what was happening, yet he had to evade.

His body retreated explosively, as so many swords flew toward him, landing just in front of him. Swish, swish, swish—they formed a dense barrier. Had he not dodged swiftly, he would now have been riddled with holes.

But this only intensified the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain’s desire for that weapon: "That sword is mine!"

But as he looked up, he saw Tang Zhong brandishing the Ten Flame Dragon Soldiers and coming at him through the air.

At this moment, Tang Zhong’s swing descended with the force of Mount Tai.

The Master from Hidden Sword Mountain quickly dodged, Tang Zhong pressing upon him with such immense force that it almost took his breath away. He sprinted back in a hurry, just escaping, gasping for air.

He then saw the place where he had just stood, a ravine gouged out forcefully.

A casual swing bore such fierce power.

"That sword is mine, you are nothing but trash, you are not worthy of it!" the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain howled, once again looking at the swords bound by chains, the swords stuck in the ground now flying up. Following the will of the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain, the ten thousand longswords transformed into one enormous longsword, over twenty meters in length.

After that, the Master from Hidden Sword Mountain lifted the sword and soared into the sky, heading for Tang Zhong, charging forward.

"Hand over that thing!"

"It’s mine!"

"What are you worth to possess it?"

And Tang Zhong, holding ten Flame Dragon Soldiers, gathered the power of Blood Thorn instantly. He even used a real sword to perform the techniques of Blood Sword.

At that moment, all his Blood Power converged on the ten Flame Dragon Soldiers, and he saw the little fire dragon entwined around them begin to spin on its own.

The strength of Blood Power wasn’t particularly strong initially, but now, as it passed through the ten Flame Dragon Soldiers, it became incredibly powerful, and it all exploded outwards, surging toward what lay ahead.

The Blood Thorn went forth like a dragon’s head rushing forward to bite.

The might of the dragon’s head devoured the skies and the earth.

Everywhere it reached, the space seemed to be twisted, the dragon’s head swirling like a maelstrom, violently spinning.

When the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain saw this, his face turned unsightly, "How is this possible, how can it be so strong!"

He felt a whiff of the breath of death, shrouding him.

At this moment, he tried to withdraw the sword in his hand but found it seemed impossible.

The next second, the dragon’s head collided with the sword tip. Instantly, he saw the Iron Sword controlled by the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain begin to shatter like it was rotten wood.

The swords once used by those at the Martial Arts Peak now seemed completely vulnerable, crushed to powder by the dragon’s head as if they were nothing.

Those swords, some of them having achieved Spirit Communication, were now all destroyed, a testament to the unimaginable strength of the opponent.

The ten Flame Dragon Soldiers were Divine Artifacts, and they were prideful; no other being was a match for them. To fight them meant only destruction.

The spectators were dumbfounded, those swords were no ordinary items, but now, they were all destroyed.

"This is too terrifying!"

"This guy is truly a Sword Dao genius!"

"Such luck is truly against the heavens!"

But at this moment, the most horrified was the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain, his gaze filled with terror as he looked ahead, since the dragon’s head was about to engulf him.

"No, please!"

But there was no chance left, the dragon’s head came like a pillar of fire, completely devouring him, enveloping his body in a surge of flames.

The Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain had no chance to fight back, his entire being was swallowed by the flames.

"No...please!" Desperate screams emerged from within.

But the flames consumed his body, searing his skin, his hair igniting instantly, the skin melting away, his entire being nearly dissolving into bloody liquid.

"Please, spare me!" the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain roared.

"Spare you? If I hadn’t been fortunate to get help today, then it would have been me dying here!" Tang Zhong said.

If Tang Zhong didn’t have the ten Flame Dragon Soldiers today, he would have truly died; how could he possibly spare the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain?

Showing leniency to an enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Those who wrong you must be killed; if not, they will become a lingering nuisance.

For you can never know when these dogs, these pieces of shit, might lie in wait to be stepped on by you again.

"No...no, absolutely not!" the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain howled.

But the flames were already surging toward him, and Tang Zhong wouldn’t hold back. The entire Fire Dragon became frenzied, swallowing him whole like a tiger leaving its cage, directly engulfing the spot where the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain stood.

In that instant, the already nearly melted body of the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain was forcibly consumed by the flames, and with a booming sound, that place turned into an expanse of nothingness. The immense force shook Hidden Sword Mountain once again.

And from the front, only one message came through, that the Grandmaster of Sword Dao from Xuan Country, the Grandmaster of Hidden Sword Mountain, was dead!