The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 1123 - 1121: The Eighth Form of the Supreme Sword! Sword Heart Thought!

Chapter 1123: Chapter 1121: The Eighth Form of the Supreme Sword! Sword Heart Thought!

"Swords Skill! One Sword Transforms into Thousands!"

Lin Bai’s sword finger pointed, and the Flying Swords left his body, transforming into myriad Sword Shadows aimed at Ke Han, slashing with immense force that filled each Sword Shadow, as if each possessed the power to destroy the heavens and obliterate the earth!

The momentum of the Sword Shadows was like that of a Fierce Tiger, pouncing to attack!

Although it couldn’t resist Ke Han’s punch, it did stop Ke Han’s attack!

"Now is the time!"

Seeing the Sword Shadows entangling Ke Han, Lin Bai’s Eyes flashed with joy, and a terrifying power fluctuation enveloped the sword in his hand!

"Supreme Sword, the eighth form!"

"Sword Heart Thought!"

Humming—, ripples appeared in midair, an invisible and formless sword, simple to the extreme, yet possessed the power to slice through the Void, striking at Ke Han.

Under this sword, a look of astonishment erupted on Ke Han’s face, as a chill of death enveloped him.

"Not good!"

Ke Han cried out in alarm, quickly taking a blood-red armor from his Storage Bag and putting it on.

It was merely within that instant.

Suddenly, a Sword Aura swept across the chest of Ke Han.

Crash—, sparks flew in all directions, and the powerful force of that sword directly carved a Sword Mark across the blood-red armor on Ke Han’s chest, almost breaking through its defense.

"How is this possible!"

"The power of this sword, it almost shattered my Blood Flame War God Armor?"

Seeing the Sword Mark on his chest, Ke Han’s face showed extreme horror; he couldn’t help speculating: If I had not taken out the Extreme Martial Spiritual Artifact just now, that sword might have cut me in half!

"Boy, what Sword Skill do you practice?" Ke Han stared at Lin Bai with a face full of unsettled fright.

"Yet again, an Extreme Martial Spiritual Artifact." Lin Bai glanced at the blood-red armor draped over Ke Han, and his fighting spirit gradually subsided.

Lin Bai was well aware that with his current strength, he was originally no match for Ke Han, and now that Ke Han had brought out the Extreme Martial Spiritual Artifact, Blood Flame War God Armor, Lin Bai stood even less of a chance against him.

The attack just now was Lin Bai’s all-out sneak attack, and failing to kill Ke Han, Lin Bai knew he would not be able to kill Ke Han today.

"It turns out you also have an Extreme Martial Spiritual Artifact; it seems I can’t deal with you today. As the saying goes, ’paths will cross again,’ Ke Han; we have a long way ahead." Lin Bai gave Ke Han a slight smile, stepped onto the Flying Sword, and headed straight for the horizon.

"Stop, don’t go!"

How could Ke Han let Lin Bai leave, now that he had revealed the Extreme Martial Spiritual Artifact, Ke Han genuinely wanted to kill Lin Bai!

He punched fiercely, but this punch only hit the air after Lin Bai had left, failing to injure Lin Bai and certainly not managing to stop him.

The Flying Sword broke through the air, and Lin Bai left from there!

Looking back, Lin Bai had already left Ke Han far behind.

"They’ve all found Extreme Martial Spiritual Artifacts, except for me."

"This isn’t quite normal."

A bitter smile appeared on Lin Bai’s Face.

"Never mind that for now, this is the Ninth Stage, also the final stage; who knows what fate this place holds." Lin Bai sped on the Flying Sword through the Ninth Stage.

Suddenly!

Lin Bai stood on the Flying Sword, looking down from ten thousand meters high in the sky, and saw a gigantic footprint below on the Earth...

"A footprint?"

Lin Bai slowly stopped the Flying Sword, coming to stand above this gigantic footprint.

Had it not been for Lin Bai standing ten thousand meters high, he would have definitely missed spotting this footprint.

If they were walking on the ground, they might just feel that this place was a huge pit, never realizing it was a giant footprint.

"Looking at the extent of the footprint, it must have been a giant," a voice speculated.

"From the Giant God Clan?"

Lin Bai, observing the size of the footprint, was certain it couldn’t belong to a warrior.

In Lin Bai’s experience, only the footprints of the Giant God Clan could be so enormous!

Lin Bai stood on the footprint for a long time before suddenly looking towards the distance, where he saw an immense coffin amidst heaven and earth...

"Is that a coffin?"

Lin Bai’s figure flickered as he flew toward the coffin.

Lin Bai descended from the sky from ten thousand meters high and stood atop the coffin, which was about ten thousand meters in length and one thousand meters wide. What was buried inside that required such a massive coffin?

Lin Bai, riding on his Flying Swords, slowly descended and carefully examined the very intricate carvings of strange patterns and talisman seals on the coffin.

"Let’s try to open it," he murmured.

Lin Bai pondered as he looked at the coffin for a long time before moving to its side.

The coffin just lay there amidst heaven and earth without any earth burying it, probably soon to be discovered by other warriors.

Lin Bai went to one side of the coffin, drew out the Purple Cloud Sword, and inserted the blade inside, vigorously levering it up. But the coffin was incredibly heavy and despite Lin Bai’s efforts, he managed to pry open only a slight crack.

Lin Bai struggled for a long time and then said with a wry smile, "It seems impossible to open this coffin now. But it’s good for now, a crack has opened up, enough to let me peek inside and see what’s there."

Lin Bai took a Night Illuminating Pearl from his Storage Bag and tossed it inside, illuminating the area.

Then Lin Bai squeezed himself into it!

After the Ninth Stage, under the Divine Tree, Chang Yun saw Lin Bai entering the coffin and immediately muttered, "Not good, this kid has found the Divine Coffin. Inside there are many Blood Crystals that have not been collected by the Red Immortal Sect for years!"

If this kid gets his hands on those Blood Crystals, with his Devouring Martial Soul’s capability, he might break through his state in a short time!

By then, no one here would be a match for him!

No way!

The more Chang Yun thought about it, the colder the expression on his face became.

Qinghe on the giant skull revealed a cold smile, "Back in the day, I instructed the Red Immortal Sect to trap the Divine Blood inside this coffin with their bodies, slowly congealing into Blood Crystals. Now, even though the Red Immortal Sect has been ruined for many years, there are a significant number of Blood Crystals in the coffin."

"Although the power inside the Blood Crystals has been eroded by the years and is mostly depleted, the remaining tenth is still an immense amount of spiritual objects for you!"

"Consider this my second gift to you."

"This is also why I haven’t brought you directly to me, because the fortune I can offer you is too little, while the Red Immortal Sect can offer you much more."

Qinghe smiled gently.

When Qinghe had previously discovered Lin Bai, he had told Chang Yun to bring his people, hand them over to the Red Immortal Sect, to bestow his kin with fortune...

At that time, Qinghe knew that with his current strength, he couldn’t offer much to Lin Bai, but the Red Immortal Sect could offer what Lin Bai needed the most right now.

Chang Yun’s expression hardened, and he again pointed into the void, a voice immediately echoed among the other seven observers in the Ninth Stage: "In the center of the world, inside the enormous coffin, lies a mysterious Blood Crystal, hurry!"

"Also, the teleportation gate of the Ninth Stage is within this coffin!"

Upon hearing Chang Yun’s words, Qinghe’s eyes narrowed: "Chang Yun, you’re drawing those warriors here again. Are you truly planning to lead my people to their death?"

Chang Yun sneered, "Aren’t you confident in your people? Let’s see if the few I’ve chosen can kill your Sky-swallowing Clan’s kin!"

"What? Qinghe, you don’t have confidence in your Sky-swallowing Clan’s kin?" Chang Yun taunted coldly.

"If you lack confidence, beg me to spare them, and I might just let them off," Chang Yun said with smug laughter.

"No need," Qinghe laughed. "Let them go. Inside that coffin, who lives and who dies is still unknown."