Pain came from his neck.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage fell into the sea of fire, reaching to cover his neck with his hand. There was a viscous liquid on his hand, accompanied by a strong bloody smell.
There was still lingering sword intent that ached slightly, like small thorns pierced into his body.
"Damn!"
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage yelled angrily. He stood up from the sea of fire, tore half of his Daoist robe, stared at Chen Xia in the high sky, and gnashed his teeth, "You didn't run away after all!"
"How could I run away and not kill an old bastard like you?" Chen Xia asked back, holding his sword.
"Who was the one that left earlier?" The Dao Robe Quasi-sage asked again.
"You don't need to know that," Chen Xia shook his head and looked towards Wang Yangzi, "Time is limited, let's finish this quickly!"
"Alright," Wang Yangzi nodded. His expression was somewhat shocked. When Chen Xia told him about this method earlier, he thought Chen Xia was joking. He didn't expect that Chen Xia had really glimpsed the threshold of transcending the mundane and entering sagehood, and had even taken two steps towards it.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage was also gnashing his teeth in appraisal.
In principle, if Chen Xia had only glimpsed the threshold of transcending the mundane, he wouldn't have such killing force. But the absurdity was that his transcending the mundane was not the same.
It was enlightenment of three Daos to become a sage!
And from the killing force just now, the grade of his flying sword was also not ordinary, it should be a top-grade Half-Immortal Sword!
Such a character was a genius among geniuses.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage suddenly lamented that it would be great if Chen Xia was a cultivator from their realm.
What a pity there was no such thing as if.
He stopped the bleeding and raised both hands upwards. The entire sea of fire howled as it rose high up, seeming to replace this sky, wanting to burn Chen Xia and Wang Yangzi together.
"Draw your sword!" Chen Xia shouted, his body turning into thunder as he charged upwards holding his sword.
Wang Yangzi put all his spiritual energy into action, his sword light overtaking Chen Xia's sword light, striking first!
With a swoosh!
The sea of fire's thousands of feet high wall blocked his strike first before counterattacking, intending to annihilate Chen Xia.
Buzz!
Wang Yangzi slashed open the encircling thousands of feet firewall with another sword light, creating a gap for Chen Xia to charge through.
The Half-Immortal Sword led the way. Its dazzling sword light whistled.
The flames along the way did not impede it at all. This strike was still going towards the Quasi-sage's head.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage pressed down with his hand behind him and coldly snorted, "Previously caught off guard, I let you succeed. Don't think you can still injure me!"
In the sea of fire, a palm the size of heaven and earth condensed and patted towards Chen Xia.
Chen Xia held his sword with both hands. A crimson flash appeared in his left eye, the corners of his lips widening into a sudden smile. He roared loudly,
"Don't fucking block my way!"
His sword slashed onto the giant fiery palm, leaving cracks and openings.
And in that instant, Wang Yangzi had arrived in front of the Dao Robe Quasi-sage. With blazing flames on his hand, his sword slashed at the head.
To deal with Wang Yangzi, the Dao Robe Quasi-sage could only give up on dealing with Chen Xia and defend with all his might against Wang Yangzi.
After all, Wang Yangzi was also a Quasi-sage. He didn't dare be careless either.
Chen Xia waved with one hand, grabbed a thread of time, and slashed with his sword,
Seizing the opportunity.
So his figure arrived almost together with Wang Yangzi before the Dao Robe Quasi-sage.
It was two swords slashing down simultaneously!
Amidst the majestic sea of fire, ten beams of crisscrossing sword lights burst out, seemingly slicing open the entire sea of fire!
Flaming orange-yellow blood sprayed in the air between the heaven and earth.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage fell into the sea of fire again. There was an extremely deep ten character wound on his chest, with lingering rampaging sword intent that incessantly tore apart his flesh and depleted his spiritual energy.
Clenching his teeth, he barely stood up while cursing repeatedly, "Damn sword cultivators, damn, damn!"
Why would there be such unreasonable existences in the heaven and earth?
Wang Yangzi could still make sense since he was a Quasi-sage. But why was Chen Xia's killing strike also so ruthless, even more painful than Wang Yangzi's. The sword intent still hadn't faded away until now.
Chen Xia would probably become a Quasi-sage soon at this rate.
Judging by his current progress of transcending the mundane and entering sagehood, he was only half a step away from becoming a Quasi-sage. He killed the number one ranked genius under the Tribulations Severing stage like butchering pigs.
Such talent was simply horrifying.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage coughed violently twice. Vital essence and blood sprayed out from his mouth, his strength already somewhat depleted.
Being heavily injured by Wang Yangzi's sword and Chen Xia's two swords, especially the two strikes from the Half-Immortal Sword, the pure sword intent within was not something an ordinary Quasi-sage like him could endure.
If it was one-on-one, he could easily kill Chen Xia.
But there was an extra Wang Yangzi.
A Wang Yangzi evenly matched with him.
So the extra Chen Xia determined the victor.
The conclusion had been set from the moment he fought Wang Yangzi alone.
Sword cultivators had always been extremely fast at killing.
He shouldn't have stayed and fought. Now seriously injured with erratic vitality, it was even harder for him to escape.
Wang Yangzi came over with raised sword, preparing to deliver the final blow.
Unresigned to die like this, the Dao Robe Quasi-sage gnashed his teeth. Blazing flames erupted from his body as the sea of fire surged into a huge wave intending to overwhelm them as his final counterattack.
Wang Yangzi retreated hundreds of feet with his sword then swung hard. His sword flame welcomed and resisted the flame wave as he gritted his teeth to withstand it.
Chen Xia stood in the starry sky. His left hand reached out. Greyish white brilliance appeared and probed in the void. It suddenly stopped as if it had found something. First a pause, then he gently pulled.
His right hand fiercely threw out the Half-Immortal Sword to invert and fall into the void, vanishing without a trace.
Chen Xia then pinched his right hand's index finger and thumb together, forming what seemed like an eye. Within it was the distant reflection of the Dao Robe Quasi-sage.
Buzz.
It was like the Dao Robe Quasi-sage heard the cry of a sword beside his ear. Frowning, he looked around but saw nothing.
Tinnitus?
An illusion?
He wasn't too sure.
Buzz!
Extremely loud.
The Half-Immortal Sword suddenly shot out from in front of him. Like abruptly appearing from the long river of time, it seized the moment of his greatest weakness to directly stab into his chest!
Orange-yellow blood gushed out nonstop, first splattering onto the flying sword before spraying across the starry sky.
The Dao Robe Quasi-sage stared blankly at Chen Xia in the celestial dome.
He finally understood why sages who comprehended the Great Dao of Time could be on par with sword Dao sages.
Truly difficult to guard against!
A clear long roar came from the void.
Covering half the starry sky, an enormous True Dragon's head peered out from the void. With head tilted back, it swallowed the Dao Robe Quasi-sage. Its huge vertical pupils glanced obliquely, sizing up Wang Yangzi.
The Half-Immortal Sword flew out from between the True Dragon's teeth and returned to float by Chen Xia's side.
The True Dragon's neck visibly made a swallowing motion before burping contentedly not long after.
It was quite a mouthful after all.
Such a Quasi-sage existence could supplement considerable nutrients for the Celestial Dragon True Body. Its next appearance probably wouldn't be limited to just a dragon head.
The 50% of Wang Yangzi's sword intent returned. His body grew tall again as he appraised Chen Xia and couldn't help but say,
"Admirable."
He truly couldn't see through Chen Xia.
This move was clearly a high-level scheme.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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